Semua Bab Deranged Alpha and His Chosen Mate: Bab 71 - Bab 80

SABRINA“Fucking idiots!” Sabrina curses under her breath as she trudges down the dark alley, a broken heel in one hand.The moon has risen to its perfection, shining down and casting a dim light with which she uses to navigate her way towards the bus stop. She had called her driver to come pick her up after managing to escape the town center.Wobbling as she walks with just one shoe on, her eyes glances around the street, ears perked as she listens for any interception. She’s not one to be easily afraid but with the news of maniacs roaming every corner of the Pack, a girl needs to be cautious.She had managed to pry herself out of the mob that attacked Damian and Ophelia. In the process, she broke a heel, a nail and her hair was transformed into a bird’s nest. But that wasn’t even the worst of it.To her utmost shock, she found out that Damian had left without her. How could he? He didn’t even care that the sky had gotten dark already and she had to wait hours before her driver could

OPHELIAWill running away save me from all this?That has been the tormenting question in my head since I woke up this morning. I have been in bed, my eyes wide awake but my body unwilling to move an inch. Replaying yesterday’s events one at a time had me brimming with fear. Fear of the unknown and fear of more attacks from the maniacs. And we aren’t officially crowned as Alpha and Luna yet. What more awaits us till then?When I agreed to this three month deadline, I never knew it came with this–trouble lurking around us in every corner and enemies clamouring to destroy anything that comes our way. Yesterday was the height of it. With Sabrina and the public protesting against me and blaming me for everything that has happened so far, can I even show my face in public anymore?The idea is tempting–to run off and never have to deal with this ire. To hatch another plan to help my mother out of Duncan’s iron grip. Maybe I can steal some golden jewelry and sell them off to get some mon

OPHELIAMy tears don’t stop even after we arrive at the Castle. Instead, it gets worse.I rush towards my bedroom, tears dropping down my cheeks. Katrina calls me from behind but I ignore her, not wanting to talk to anyone.As soon as I get into the room, I peel off my coat, trying to dust off the remaining salt off my body. “Cursed Luna!”“Get out of here!”“We don’t want you in our Pack!”“You’re cursed!” Their voices ring all over my head, haunting me. The pure look of hatred on their faces comes back and I close my eyes, trying hard to forget.So much disdain. So much loathing. Just because of me.“Your Majesty!” Katrina bursts into the room, panting. Looking away from her, I sit on the bed, feeling less of myself. I don’t know what I did to make those people hate me so badly. I had only stepped out of this Castle three times and I have never once addressed the public. I’m sure many of them don’t even remember my name. So how am I the cause of all the chaos going on in the Pack

DAMIANThe sunset yellow of the evening sun blesses us warmly from the horizon. Storm snickers, his powerful hooves trudging the soil with heavy gallops, while Ophelia rides just ahead. On a gentler brown mare that is as graceful as she is. She agreed to ride, and I let her take the lead after a crash course through the riding essentials. And as she rides, her hair done into a ponytail splays gracefully into the wind. With her straight back posture and the gentle trot of her horse, she looks so elegant as one who has it all figured out. At least, I hope so but I know her eyes must tell a different story. Galloping, I close up the distance between us and break into a trot, displeasing Strom who lets a whine. Riding side by side, we eventually leave the grounds of the castle into the woods. Woods of which are deserted by the Maniac wolves, for quite some time. As we ride, I lead the silent travel to the spot where we’d been before—the one mother used to bring me to. A quick glance

DAMIANIt feels so simple– the elegance of it. The efforts that have been put in making the day so memorable are all about in the air. And the festivities, the merriment and the smiles that flash all about. Yet none of those can lift the heaviness in my heart as I stare grimly at the dressing mirror. My hands grapple the edges of the ornamentally decorated oak table, staring at the man in the mirror. The man in the mirror looks very much Alpha as he ought to be. I could imagine my father standing in the corner and muttering words of satisfaction. Tall. Broad shouldered. Straight backed with a commanding eyes, bored but commanding still, heavily cloaked in expectations and authority. Yet somehow, that man in the mirror seems so much apart from me. I grimace, shaking my head to one side now as the door opens. With a head turn, I notice Reagan walking in with a brilliant smile on his face, his eyes taking in my attire.I am clothed in ceremonial dressing, black tailored trousers f