บททั้งหมดของ A Goddess Gifted by Fate: บทที่ 311 - บทที่ 320

Zelena.“What happened?” I asked Roe.“Well, Lupus had just become the Alpha of Tri-Moon and was out visiting with the Alpha’s of the aligned packs. He strolled into my life on a gust of air and everything changed in an instant. The moment we saw each other, something changed in the both of us. We aren’t True Mates of course, but it sure felt that way at the time” Roe said as she recited her memories fondly.“I was still quite young, and I thought my life’s plan was already set. Boy was I wrong” Roe chuckled and grabbed Nat’s hand and held it in her lap.“I already had a Mate when I met your father”“You did?” Nat screeched,“I did. In fact, I was Mated to the Alpha of the pack I was born in”“Mum! How could you never tell me this?” Nat yelled and jumped up from the bed.“First of all, don’t you raise your voice at me. Secondly, like I said, it wasn’t something I was proud of, and not exactly something you needed to hear until now”.“You cheated on your Mate” Nat scoffed angrily. That

Whiskey.I was awake before the sun, and had already ransacked through the rest of the huts still standing. I found a few interesting items, some jewellery, a bit of silverware, nothing worth taking with me though. I decided to go back and search the Alpha’s house a little more thoroughly. I let my anger distract me last time, and I have suffered the punishment for losing focus. Now to get back on track. The study or office space proved to be worthwhile. I found another journal on a bookshelf in there. This one only dated back three generations, the first entry being date marked as 12th October 1935. He wrote about his desire to have the chosen daughter come back to them. Which confirmed my original theory, this pack have had firsthand contact with the Moon Goddess. I’m getting closer. I took this journal, and the other older one I found yesterday, and went to get comfortable on an armchair that I hadn’t destroyed yet. I opened the newer book first. I know all too well that I am going

Whiskey.Present Day.I shook away the memory and continued reading, struggling to translate the text the best that I could. But I couldn’t help but feel like it wasn’t good enough. I took longer to work my way through the pages, making sure I checked and double checked the words carefully. The Alpha wrote about an incident. A death. I pieced together as much as I could.Uzhe god minoval, yakozhe Bozhestvenna vozneslasya. Ona prinesla radost' i blagopoluchiye v dom nash. S nadezhdoyu ya vosprinimal, chto yeye prikhoda dast blagodat' nam. No ta nadezhda, kazalos', vpustuyu. Vo nachale ona blazhenna byla. Sila yeye velika, dazhe pred nachalom ucheniya. No s vozrastom i sliyaniyem s siloyu svoyeyu, v ney gnev glubochayshiy razgorayetsya. T'ma tam prisutstvuyet, i blagorodnym moim lyudyam ya uzhasayus'.It had been a year since the Goddess had risen. She brought them joy. But then she became angry. She was dark inside? What does that mean? She was dark inside, like her blood? This is look

Whiskey.Being in the form of my inner monster was one of the absolute worst things for me. To say I hate it would be a serious understatement. It makes me feel wild and untamed, like the feral beasts that I hunt. But when I don’t have access to a car, helicopter, or motorbike, it is the next best way to travel across the country. I will have to stop at the next town I come across and steal a car. I was fast in this form, even with my bag and the map case in my mouth. My beast side may be smaller than the natural born dogs I hunt, but I was undoubtedly stronger, and faster. My lifelong training had moulded me into the perfect killing machine, plus with the addition of my power, it meant I was impossible to beat. No matter how big the beast I faced was, I was always better.I slowly made my way East through Russia. Checking the areas marked on the map for packs. I found and decimated two more. Both were small and irrelevant, and neither housed anything of value to me. It felt like a bi

Whiskey.“Not if there is no one left to search” I whispered and ran my tongue over his bloodied cheek. He reared back and glared at me.“There are too many. Vy ne mozhete ubit' nas vsekh” (You cannot kill us all). I smiled and called forward the magic.“Watch me” I cooed and smashed my lips to his. He fought against me, but his blood loss had made him weak, and I was still stronger. I sucked the air from his lungs in a sharp hard movement. I was not gentle and slow like I was with the guard. This was painful. I tore apart his lungs with the forcefulness of the action. I could taste his blood as I breathed it in.He was scared, he was in anguish. I loved every second of it. It was like a drug rolling through me. My body felt a type of pleasure I hadn’t known before. Oh, I could bathe in the feeling. Once he was dead, I released my hold on his arms and leaned back to inspect my handy work. His eyes were wide with fear and pain, hidden under the stain of his blood, his normally pale ski