Lahat ng Kabanata ng FERAL : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

 *The whip landed with an outstanding amount of accuracy. The slippery leather cord slid back, taking some of her skin with it, the rough edges scrubbing the exposed flesh like sandpaper.* *The whip raised again, making a whistling sound in the air, and landed once more on her back, the lengthy tail curling around her slim torso and stinging the side of her breast, left exposed by her arms held above her by a braided silver cord attached to a hook on the ceiling.* *Her feet barely touched the ground, and her whole body weight was suspended from tired arms. She swung back and forth slowly, like a piece of meat on display, the tips of her toes unable to find purchase on the rough, salt-covered floor. The whip was drawn back again, whistling dangerously close to her ear, landing with a sting that knocked the breath out of her already straining lungs.* *She was too out of breath to do more than try to draw enoug

 My head throbbed, and someone was squeezing my hand, numbing my fingers with the consistent pressure. I wriggled my fingers experimentally and the pressure eased. A shadow fell over me, blocking the light, a warm breath tickling my face, and my brow furrowed. "Can you hear me, Adrienne?", Lucas's voice asks gently close to my ear. I wriggled my fingers again, as I struggled to peel my eyes open. They seemed glued shut. Lash by painful lash, I pried them open and found myself staring once again into the worried face of Blood Moon's Alpha. "Adrienne", he breathed, sounding relived. "Are you alright?" I was far from alright, but I nodded, with some difficulty. I shouldn't have bothered though, because he seemed to see through my lie. "What hurts?", He asked. "Everywhere", I croaked pitifully. It was the truth. Apart from my budding migraine, I felt

"Where'd you learn how to cook?", I asked Lucas as he transferred waffles he'd made from scratch from the waffle maker onto a plate."My mom", he answered. "She insisted on it.""Why?""My dad couldn't cook to save his life", Lucas said, sounding a bit wistful. "Mom was determined I didn't end up like him." He chuckled. "The joke was on her though. Alexis can't cook."I laughed. "What happened to your dad?", I asked softly, unsure if this was a sensitive topic.Lucas dropped strawberries on my plate and sliced a banana, drizzling the whole thing with honey, before answering me. "He died during a rogue attack when I was sixteen. Silver knife to his heart.""Oh."Lucas shrugged. "He kept on fighting till he couldn't. There wasn't much that could be done to save him.""That must've been a hard time for you", I said. "I'm sorry.""Yeah... It was harder on my Mom. No one thought she was going to make it."I understood what he meant. Mates rarely outlived each other by a lot. And hardly a p

Lucas strolled back to the pack house, hands buried in his pockets, shoes splattered with blood. That stupid alpha, Marcus, getting blood on him. How he was supposed to go straight back to his mate with the smell of traitor clinging to him, he didn't know, hence the detour to his suite at the pack house. He ignored greetings from his pack members, convinced they would be able to see the residual bloodthirsty anger on his face. Up at his suite, he quickly peeled his clothes and shoes off, stepping into a freezing cold shower, and washing the stench of helpless fear off his skin. He towelled dry, put on clean clothes, and was out the door in record time. Adrienne was asleep when he left. He didn't want her to wake and not find him. Thinking of his mate again had the effect of calming him, wiping the last looks of ruthlessness off his face, turning him once more into lenient Alpha and doting mate. He slowed from his jog as he reached the door o

I woke up from what was definitely the most restful sleep I've had in a long while, a warm body pressed against me, feeling so good that I almost purred. I blinked sleepiness out of my eyes and looked around, for a while forgetting where I was. The sight of Lucas's strong arm above me brought me to my senses. His strong, *bare* arm. I looked down at myself and yelped, shooting away from his loose grip. He stirred, and his eyes opened. "Sweetheart", he said sleepily, smiling. His bare torso glistened in the faint morning light. I yelped again, grabbing the first thing I could find and yanking it over my front, up to my chin. It was part of the top sheet. "Where are my clothes?", I shrieked. I did a mental catalogue of my clothing and found I was only wearing underpants. Lucas's brow furrowed. "Uhh..." He looked at something in a corner of the room. I followed his eyes and recognized the crumpled fabri