All Chapters of Broken Luna, Rising Wolf: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

AylaI walked into my father's chambers.Ever since that day, I had made it a necessity to visit my father whenever I was free, because it was only that time when I visited him that I got to realize how truly lonely that he was.It was really sad.And if the least that I could do was to keep him company once in a while, then I could do that… I would also never say it out loud, but I also enjoyed spending tie with him.I missed my dad, and even though I knew that he didn’t birth me and he and mum were using me for what they thought I could be… but before things changed, they still took care of me, and for a few years I was happy.And most times I actually like to think that there was a point in my life that they actually loved me. He lay in bed, his body frail and weak, and his eyes sunken and tired.It was weird seeing him like this.My dad he was always so fucking strong and now there was this sickness, eating away at every single piece of him until he was left a shell of his former

RomeoIt was late evening, and we had just decided to lounge a little in the living room. The fireplace crackled gently, casting shadows on the walls as I sat between Christopher and Marlene on the couch, the three of us bundled under one thick blanket.It was just one of those times that we decided to just cuddle up and enjoy the simple things of life… you know like just enjoy each other’s presence.It felt so nice, it felt like home.“”What is the matter Angel?” I asked.“What?” Marlene blinked up at me.“Tell us what was bothering you” I said. They thought I never noticed all of these things but I always did… even the littlest details about them, nothing ever seemed to cross my radar.Marlene was unusually quiet, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my wrist.Christopher watched her, he also looked as concerned as I was, but he was never one to push, he would rather just wait for her to say what was wrong with her in her own her own time… but I could see it in his eyes, he was als

Christopher Well, fucking happy birthday to me.I mean what could be better than your mates reading you like the fucking prince of Narnia all day?I mean I was getting quality princess treatment and I was eating it up. Breakfast in bed, check, a very delicious cake check.But what I loved the most was the fucking delicious surprise that was waiting for me the moment that I walked through the doors.“Holy goddess!” I walked into our bedroom, and there she was, sitting on the edge of the bed, a wicked grin on her face. Before me stood Romeo, wrapped up like a gift, a bow tied neatly around his waist, his cock already hard and straining against the wrapping paper. Marlene was beside him, her eyes gleaming with mischief."Happy birthday, baby," she purred, her fingers tracing the outline of Romeo's dick. "We have a little surprise for you."I raised an eyebrow, my own cock stirring at the sight. "Oh, really? And what might that be?"I was already exited, my little man turning to steel f

RomeoMarlene was really sick.It was becoming a very glaring situation knowing fully well that I used to think that she had such a good immune system, but as it turned out lately… it was quite the opposite.It was probably just the flu again, but I did not understand why she was just so sick.I stood at the edge of our shared bedroom, arms crossed, watching as she groaned dramatically and buried her face deeper into the mountain of blankets. Christopher sat on the other side of the bed, he had this worried look on his face, and if it was not such a serious situation, I would just laugh from how comical than his face was.“It’s the flu,” he said confidently, glancing at me. “Same thing as last time. Runny nose, grumpiness, appetite swings…”“She threw a spoon at me this morning,” I reminded him.“She missed,” he countered.“She aimed.”Marlene let out a pitiful moan. “You two are talking about me like I’m not right here.”“We’d never,” I said, inching closer. “But babe, you’ve had th

DariusI loved looking at how beautiful that Ayla was, seriously, I doubt that I would ever get tired of it.She was playing some sort of game with Freddy that I had no idea what it was but I was just happy to watch…. Now I would have joined in if not for my bad habit of being fiercely competitive.I’d rather be in the sidelines than ruin the fun.I know, I know, I need to learn to be more of a good sport, but I just could not help it… All my life, I had been pushed to be the best version of myself.I had to be faster, to be smarter, and to be cooler.I had issues probably… you know what, thinking about this, I think that I need to work more on myself.I leaned against the wooden porch railing, arms folded, and a small smile pulling at the corner of my mouth.Peace, I was quickly falling in love with that feeling. It wasn’t something we’d always known — hell, it wasn’t even something we believed we deserved some days. But in this moment, watching my mate and our son chasing each othe