Semua Bab Despised But Desired by the Ruthless Alphas.: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Thorne looks away with that stony look still on his face, "It doesn't change the fact that she disobeyed."I chuckle at that and spit back, "Disobeyed? I'm the Luna of this fucking pack! I'm NOT your prisoner."Thorne's jaw clenches and he takes another step towards me.With the way he's glaring, for a second I think he'll strike me, but then I see his gaze drop to my lips, see them linger and fix on them like a laser beam, and for another second I wonder if he'll kiss me.He turns away instead, "Get her patched up. She's done for today."Thorne stalks off, footsteps sharp and heavy on the tiled floors. There's barely any lights on in the living room and the darkness was menacing before, but right now it's just annoying.I stand up before Lucien can get to me and make my way to a lamp on instinct. A soft light fills the room when I switch it on, and I fully see Lucien's expression.I don't care for any more disapproval tonight so I ignore the look on his face and make my way to the pa

The council chamber is packed.I can hear it from the hallway while I make my way to the door.One particular statement gets me riled up the moment I step in. Two Beta wolves, important in the pack defense ranks, are standing right by the door, trash talking me under their breaths, “Sabrina's recklessness is what's causing all these attacks.I mean, first it was that false rogue alarm at the hunt a month ago, and then one day after she goes to drop supplies at the border, we get attacked?She's not offering the Alpha the help he needs as Luna during this period.She's only dragging the pack down, just like she did with her dead sister, Elara.”Fury rises in me so hotly I don't know when I stalk to them and growl out, “Say that to my face this time.”The silence that falls on the room is immediate and deafening.The Betas look shocked, and rightly so. It's become a known fact that the Luna never talks back, not even when she hears people saying horrible things about her, but I'm not ba

I'm already geared up when the door to the warrior armory opens.A curse slips from my lips immediately. "Shit!"I swipe the last of the throwing knives I want and sling my bag behind my back as I think of ways to leave before anyone notices I'm here. My feet are near silent on the floor as I turn between stalls.When the door is right in my line of sight, I make a run for it. I'm reaching right for the handle when I feel a force yank me back.The surprise of it all makes a yelp slip out of me. I look to see a large hand grabbing onto my bag. My face falls the moment I see the tattoos."You’re not going."Thorne's voice doesn't bear any space for argument, like he already knows what I’m here to do and he knows where I plan to go. I curse silently under my breath. I have the worst rotten luck!Why did I run into Thorne of all people? Why couldn't I run into some random warrior… or even Lucien?I yank my bag away from Thorne’s grip forcefully, and he lets go. I make another move for the

Damien doesn’t move from the chair even when the room empties out.I notice they’ve switched his normal wheelchair out for something else, something that looks more like a throne for a king. But Damien isn’t lounging in it the way a king would at the head of his table. He’s seated straight and rigid.An Alpha who was once a warrior, now reduced to an observer while his pack is at war.Now that it’s just the two of us, I shift nervously from foot to foot, thinking of what to say to make this situation less worse than it already is.Damien’s order sticks me here beside him, but we both know we don’t like staying too long in each other’s company. More like he doesn’t like staying too long in my company. Right now he’s just glaring at me, but I know it won’t take much before the hurtful words start coming. I don’t think I can endure more of that today.The silence is suffocating anyway, so I try to break it. “Have you had breakfast yet?”Thorne’s words come back to mind, and I realize I a

The rumor spreads like poison even as the battle goes on at the borders.I didn’t think the people I had worked with less than an hour ago would suddenly act like they didn’t know me at all, but that’s exactly what happens.Oil lamps cast yellow light, illuminating the huddles of refugees slouched off in different parts of the room and casting faces in shades of light and shadow. The healers sit off to one side of the room, whispering amongst themselves as they eat.The warriors also gather off to another side, the same thing happening among them, but unlike the healers, they’re less discreet with the way they glare at me.They’re bolder in the way they whisper about the “curse of a Luna” their pack has been burdened with.“I heard the Alpha doesn’t even love her.Heard when he was on his feet, he took a different bitch to bed each night and made her watch.” Scattered laughter rings out among the group of male and female warriors. My blood boils with embarrassment, but I don’t react.