Semua Bab The Cursed Alpha : Bab 71 - Bab 80

VIOLETNo amount of convincing was enough to make Aliya share the bed with me. She insisted on the floor and all I could do was give extra blankets to soften the hardness. That much she accepted at least.I still slept like shit. In the Bloodmoon pack or here, sleep refused to be as fulfilling as it had been in the past. That was all Brian's fault, but I refused to dwell on that.When morning came, I was alone and the blankets were neatly folded where Aliya had slept. She somehow managed not to wake me from my very light sleep. Impressive.My room, like the sitting room, was the same. Silly drawings were plastered all over one side of the wall. I loved art, but it didn't mean I was good at it. My fingers traced over the papers, laughing at the awful drawings. They were more mindless scribbles than actual art.The wardrobe was full of my clothes as I had left it, but they smelled clean. Compliments of Liz, I was sure. It was bigger than the dreadful piece of wood I stored my clothes in

VIOLET“Long day?” Liz queried as I entered the house, noticing my dark mood.It had been just over an hour since I left and here I was, unwilling to step out again. Rowan was in his cage of pillows, fully asleep and Liz was seated beside him, patting his back gently. Motherhood was a good look on her. She was somewhat different; her black hair was longer and was always in a ponytail now, and she exuded peace and a quiet comfort. Like this was her purpose.“Very long day,” I murmured, crouching right next to her. “Where's Aliya?” She was nowhere in sight.“So that's her name. She has no understanding of sitting still.”A soft smile graced my lips. I doubted they did much sitting still at their pack. “She's our beta, I'd be worried if she liked to sit still.”“They have found other places to keep busy with.”“You did not make my beta clean your house.”Liz laughed lightly. “I doubt I can make a beta do anything.” “You make a delta I know do things all the time. I'd say you know your

VIOLET I quietly wiped the single tear and faced forward. My choice had been made, and the surety that I wouldn't regret it was now up to fate. My future lay ahead. But pain ignored logic. My heart still ached with every mile that separated me from Hunter and my family. Was it worth it? I would find out whether I intended to or not. “The holiday wasn't as bad as I'd imagined,” Aliya suddenly uttered, nudging me out of my sour state. “The pancakes were better,” Calvin added begrudgingly. Was this their attempt at lightening the mood? It was such a poor attempt so why was I smiling? “But the meat isn't as good?” I asked playfully. “The meat is always better, back home.” Aliya agreed. “Yes, it is.” I don't think their attempt helped much, but the pressure in my chest eased a little. I wasn't as alone as I thought. The slight awkwardness of our conversation hung somewhere on the road as we covered the miles. Sleep was far from me, so my eyes remained open as we counted down the

VIOLETBrian's lips were warm against my forehead, but I couldn't find it in me to rise with the sun as he did. After the events of the day and night before, I needed to stay longer in bed before I could confront a new day.And he had really worn me out. I wasn't certain my exhausted legs would obey if I tried to move them, so I didn't.The next time I awoke, I made my body move. It creaked and groaned, but it worked. A half win. Calvin was in the sitting area when I emerged.My senses were still dulled so I didn't notice him until I was in there. “Calvin?” I exclaimed, surprised by his presence. My hair was an abandoned nest, and I was wearing an ugly pair of Brian's shorts and an equally ugly shirt. Their comfort made up for their extreme ugliness and I wasn't expecting company.I expected he would be placed on bed rest and by the look of him, he should be. His arm was in a cast and a sling over his shoulder, and he groaned quietly when he stood. “Luna.”I was unsure of what to do o

VIOLET “Violet, they don't bite.” “It is looking at me like it will bite,” I snapped at Brian. “They eat grass,” he ground out. “He might decide to try meat today.” The animal looked as wary of me as I was of him. He eyed me angrily and went back to munching the hay that had been set out for them. “You can watch for today, then,” Brian said and tried to wrestle the shears away from me, but I didn't let him. “No, I will do it,” I insisted. “Well, then do it already.” I eyed the animal warily again; it seemed to mind its business, carefully eating, but I knew its attention was on me. It won't bite. It won't bite. I chanted repeatedly in my head, but I realized my mistake the moment I crouched down. The animal turned with a speed I didn't know was possible, and rammed its heavy horns into my forehead. My vision blackened for a moment, and I fell back on my butt, disoriented. Brian gave a full, roaring belly laugh behind me. I rose to my feet, turning to him with angr