All Chapters of Cursed Luna: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

JohnI leaned against the frame for a second, taking a steadying breath as the door snapped shut behind me. The rage and hatred that surged through me when I saw the other man holding her were still centered in my chest. observing her blushing and trembling, torn between want and refusal. It had calmed me down a little. She didn't realize how far she was already in, but she believed she could push me out. Just as the slight buzz of the pack link threaded into my head, I straightened and rolled the strain from my shoulders. The voice of my beta. "Alpha." It was urgent enough to bring me back to the present. "We have guests." I furrowed my brow. "Visitors?" Two Alphas from packs nearby. They arrived without warning. I could feel the weight behind his precisely calibrated tone. "They say they're coming to give you presents. They insist on visiting you in person even though they weren't present during the mating ceremony. I pushed off the wall, clenching my jaw.

JohnEven the most courageous men would have been terrified by the terrible symphony of sounds that erupted from the rogues' huge clamoring after I had protected her.There were cries, moans, and growls among the many voices. Their goal was blood. I was, too.They had a rotten stench, wild and untamed, like charred skin and decay. I was aware. This was no haphazard ambush.Rogues never coordinated, moved in unison, or operated as a pack. Rogues existed for a purpose.They had been dispatched by someone. I couldn't get the question out of my head, were they sent for her or for me?I had adversaries, and I wouldn't be shocked if they had pursued me.However, the Luna, the most recent acquisition,might have given her the same power to automatically turn people into friends or enemies.Being descended from royalty came with a curse. I gripped the slippery blade in my fingers and gritted my teeth.Another body lunged too close, and its keen edge swiftly went down through it.He fell at my

The sensation of warmth spreading across my right palm caused me to stiffen and scatter my thoughts. I almost gasped as I looked down. John's fingers had found mine, and he held me with a soft hold. As though to calm me and reassure me, his thumb touched my palm once. "I'll take care of this," he said, his voice piercing the delicate threads of my brain. My mouth sprang open in shock. It was the second time. As my throat constricted, I nodded. I didn't care if he was just acting; I needed his approval right now, regardless of what was going on between us. The Alphas gathered bowed their heads in reflexive submission as his aura grew. I was truly taken aback, but then I recalled that like John, there were Alphas with pure bloodlines. and other mixed-ancestry Alphas. The full-blooded Alphas were thought to be weaker than them. They even gave in. "I made no promises to you," John stated bluntly. "I'm not in charge of your sister. Her pack, not me, will decide her fat

Trying to overcome my cravings and stay away from the all-powerful Alpha, who has been in my face lately, has made for a very unpleasant few days. I pushed my face under the water, stroking my neck and face while savoring the freshness of the water. It was a much-needed break from the drama I've been dealing with lately. The packhouse was large. When I asked a maid whether there was a hot tub, she suggested the packhouse's natural pool. A river? The surprise had been delightful. I was aware that there was a sizable area of undeveloped property. It was big enough for wolf racing or horseback riding. As I stood on a mountaintop, surveying its breadth and depth, I pictured its employment for such reasons. The maid had told the truth. Cool and pure, the pool meandered down the center of the country like a silver vein, protected by towering trees and boulders that rustled in the wind. The air felt different here, fresher, lighter, as if the oppressive walls of the packh

Rebecca Placing his grizzled hands on the table, he added forcefully, "Alpha, we cannot afford another delay." Snow will soon cover the mountain trails. The solstice may not hold once more if we don't secure the ridges soon. "This year's storms are uncertain," said another elder. The hunters have already reported that the wolves on the northern peaks are becoming restless. We need to be aware of any changes to the terrain before the winter takes it. My fingers drummed lightly across the armrest as I lay back into the high-backed chair. Their statements were accurate. The pack and the solstice event may be doomed if there are any changes to the mountains, such as landslides, damaged ice bridges, or rock cracks. Winter was usually hard. I couldn't let our negligence cause anyone to perish at the occasion. That was the reason I required time to get ready. However, I could tell it was impossible by the way they pushed me and the impatient tone in their voices. Even tho