Enslaved to the Mad Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Zara's POV "Let's do it." I muttered, leaning over the dinning table. Thankfully it was just I and Isaac on the dinning table, having breakfast, which was something that almost never happens. Isaac glanced up from his plate, a confused look on his face. A moment ago he had been chittering excitedly about being this close to taking over the family business, then said something in the line of crucial and disaster, I'm not sure. I stopped paying attention. "Do what?" I raised my fork to my lips and swallowed both my partially chewed pancake and the lump forming in my throat. "Let's do the marking ceremony." Shock flickered in his eyes but was immediately replaced with excitement. He reached over the table, taking my hand and giving it a light squeeze. "Babe... are you sure?" I wasn't. I was very far from being certain. But this was the right next step for the relationship. "You can take all the time you need to think about us and be certain. There is a

Kali's POV Today was the day Emmett would present me to the council as the Luna of Shadow Clan. My stomach had been twisted into knots since sunrise, but now— now it felt like it had completely caved in on itself. My heart hammered wildly as a group of women I had never seen before swarmed around me like a quiet yet efficient storm. Their hands were everywhere— combing, pinning, adjusting, measuring— each movement was extremely purposeful. One of them gathered sections of my silver hair and twisted them into intricate loops, threading thin chains of silver through the strands so they shimmered like moonlight. Another fastened small ruby pins into the style, each gem catching light like drops of blood. Someone dabbed some faint tint onto my lips, and another brushed blush onto my cheekbones. And then came the dress. A blood red gown. The fabric was soft and made of velvet. The fabric slid over my skin as two women eased me into it. It hugged every curve of my body, molding to

Zara's POV My heart stopped. I just stared at him, with my brain struggling to process what he had just said. Or maybe it just didn't want to process it. "What do you mean, you're dying?" My voice was low and almost in audible. "Just leave Zara." He plopped down on the side of the bed, propping his elbow on his tight and rest his head on his palm. Ad though his head had suddenly felt too heavy for his neck. I dragged in a deep breath, to keep from loosing my temper. Ike has always been secretively and if I lose my temper now, he wouldn't talk to me. "Ike, I need you to explain to me what the hell is going on." I muttered, lowering my hands to my side. He glanced up at me, an impatient look on his face. "I just told you Zara. I'm dying. I have sunflower fever. Okay?" I staggered backwards, tears pinching the back of my eyeballs. Sunflower fever? "But... but how?" my voice broke. Sunflower fever had no cure. If managed properly, the person could have four more years to

Zara's POV "The blood of the shadow wolf?" I asked. Lilith nodded, picking up one of the scrolls she had placed on the table. She unfolded it and handed it to me. I plopped down on the couch and skimmed through it. My heart pounding with every line I read. The blood of the shadow wolf is presumed to have healing properties and be able to produce new life. The resting place of the last Shadow wolf had been said to thrive, blooming beautiful flowers and shrubs. Tall, ever green trees had grown from places her blood had fallen. I swallowed. Hard. This was it. The solution to Ike's problems. If I can get the blood of the shadow wolf, Ike wouldn't die. He would live. My eyes froze over the last statement, but to renew life and restore balance, the shadow wolf must embrace death. My blood turned cold. I glanced up at Lilith. "What does this mean?" I asked, turning the scroll and running my finger across the last paragraph. "You know what it means Zara," she said,

Kali POV "We reject her as our Luna." Those words replayed in my mind, even long after the words had been uttered by one of the shadow elders. He seemed to be the leader because he spoke for the rest of them. Emmett had been so livid, I was sure his beast would burst out and murder all of them. But that didn't happen. Although, a tiny part of me wished he did. I don't care for being Luna. I had never even harboured such hopes since the day I was born. But there was something about being rejected, about not being chosen, not once in my life, that made me wish I could burn the entire world to the ground. "Kora!" Emmett barked. His voice yanking me out of my head and back to the throne room with a bunch of stuck up elders. "Tell them who you are," he said, without sparing a glance at me. I cleared my throat. "Oh... uh... my name is Ka... Kora, the daughter of Alpha Maduro of the Redpeak pack." The head elder arched a questioning brow. "We know who you are. And that is w