Todos los capítulos de A Volunteer For The Alpha Beast : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

AlexaI stretched lazily on the bed as the sun settled its glow over me. Another day for me in his gilded cage. I let out a sigh as I used my hand to shield my face from the sun. The irony of my situation wasn’t lost on me. I was Luna in the title, yet a prisoner in reality. Surprisingly, I slept very well last night. It was as if the Moon Goddess herself visited me. Today felt… strangely good. But the feeling didn’t last long. I expected Lucy to come in and share any good news she had with me. Besides, she didn’t bring my milk yesterday. I sat excitedly as I thought of ways to scold her. The thoughts of Nana crossed my mind. She should know that I didn’t mean what I said, and I just hoped she would come to look for me. I would have gone to her, but I was a prisoner. At this point, she was freer than I was. I never meant most of the harsh words I said, and if I found out those guards did anything worse to her, they were really going to get it from me. I had hidden the blade

AlexaThis has got to be a joke. Rage coursed through me as I barged into the bathroom, drowning Trisha's face into the tub. "That's right, if you could punish your friend, who else can't you punish?" she said, after recovering.I pictured how everything could play out in my head. I decided against it and went back to the bed, trying hard to suppress the anger that threatened to burst out of me. "We are sorry we took long, Luna," Trisha spoke as they went out. I gave a small smile. I didn't want to do something I would regret. "I will take my bath. Just inform Lucy to come see me when she arrives," I spoke disinterestedly. They shared a look before going out. "I will bring breakfast to you then," Diana spoke as they left. "This has got to be a prank. They knew I was listening and were trying to make me feel bad," I tried to lie to myself, but the damn celebration going on downstairs proved otherwise. I went to the bathroom, pouring out the nonsense Trisha must have mixed in

AlexaThe mention of Nana's name made my world crumble. Had she come to rub it in my face that she was now getting wedded to my husband? Or to tell me how my husband was with her last night—how their screams and moans filled the air? Or maybe this was just a display of her new, glowing purple mate mark, tilting her head to the side so I could see it. Hers would be stark and fresh against her skin. While mine was fading, and stuck to me like a birthmark. But one thing didn’t add up. If Nana had indeed spent the night at Kendell’s place, why didn’t I feel the pain of betrayal surge through me? Why did I sleep so peacefully? When Norman was unfaithful, the bond had made sure I felt every second of it. Each night he spent with Xena made me experience immense pain. I had once felt like killing myself during one of their escapades. Maybe it was because I had rejected Kendell. That was why I couldn’t feel anything. Maybe our souls were no longer bonded together. I just wish

Dexter.Kendell had entrusted me with investigating George. Apparently, he trusted me and doubted George more than ever. Fool. I was more than willing to fan those doubts, to push him further into suspecting George—anything to get him off my back. A message arrived that morning. WE NEED TO MEET AGAIN. Kia's letter was short, as always. "TONIGHT AT THE USUAL," his message concluded. Kia was indeed a pain in everyone's ass. That bastard—what was he here for again? Was he planning to set another place on fire? ...Shadows stretched long in the hidden passage where I waited. My patience was snapping short. Then, as if the darkness itself had heard me, Kia stepped forward, his hood drawn low, his silvery hair glinting. "What are you here for, Kia?" I asked, folding my arms. "Dexter, is that the warm welcome I get from you?" he cooed, his voice carrying an edge of amusement. "What stupid welcome is that?" I sighed. His smirk deepened. "Well, I come bearing good

Kendell"What do you mean by that?" I asked, my eyes darting into George's. "Yes, Alpha," he admitted. "Elder Dexter was taking on two maids," he completed.His words were sickening to my ears. "Are you sure of what you said?" I asked, my heart not wanting to come to terms with his discovery. "Yes, Kendell," he sighed. "Besides, what do I stand to gain by accusing him of such?" He turned his face in the direction of the palace as a guard approached us. George was right. What did he stand to gain in all this? That meant Elder Dexter was capable of more sins than we could count. May the Moon Goddess help him, because if I do find Ciara and she confesses that he had a hand in her disappearance—that is if she was still alive. Then he wouldn't like the outcome."Hey, bro," George said, resting his hand on my shoulder. "Don't think about this too much. I just wanted to let you in on what I found." I nodded at his words as I ran a hand through my chestnut hair. "Greetings, Alpha.