Semua Bab The Luna's Perfect Corpse: Bab 21 - Bab 25

Kael's reassurances helped me stop paying attention to Aiden's madness. After all, I was a dead woman now, and the dead need not concern themselves with the drama of the living.But now, I had a more pressing problem.The "incident."Kael's wolf had lost control on the night of the full moon. And I, being too close to him, got caught in the storm.Alcohol, moonlight, and that damned Alpha pheromone.We tumbled together in a haze, and at the peak of passion, we even completed the first stage of the mating bond.Afterward, I had intended to pretend nothing happened.We were both adults, after all, and a werewolf's instincts are notoriously hard to control during a full moon.But Kael, like a puppy who had just been used and abandoned, was now sitting up, shirtless, pointing to the fresh bite mark on his neck and looking at me with wounded eyes."Serena," he pouted. "You marked me. You have to take responsibility."Seeing this normally stoic and powerful Alpha acting like a spoiled brat,

The downpour had extinguished the last flicker of Aiden's wolf spirit. For days, he thrashed in a nightmare-fueled fever, mumbling my name.Cassia sat by his bedside, her eyes as empty as a soulless doll's.From the moment the scandals broke, to her miscarriage, to the violent fight with Aiden, her life had become a runaway roller coaster hurtling straight to hell.Her love for Aiden had long since vanished with the phantom fetus. All that remained was hatred and the resigned helplessness of someone forced to compromise simply to survive.She knew she was finished.Her reputation was destroyed, her family had abandoned her. If she left Aiden, she would be forced to wander as a Rogue, and might even be torn apart by a vengeful pack.She had to cling to this last lifeline.With that thought, Cassia pressed the call button.Healers rushed into the room. After a frantic effort, Aiden finally regained consciousness late that night.After his brush with death, he looked at the haggard she-wo

I stood under Kael's umbrella, gazing through the heavy curtain of rain at the fresh headstone.In a daze, memories unspooled in my mind like an old film reel on fast forward.At 10, two wolf pups tumbled in the grass, and he swore he would always protect me, the girl abandoned by her parents.At 18, on the night of our coming-of-age ceremony, he had blushed and clumsily kissed my forehead for the first time.At 22, he knelt on one knee, proposing with the most precious gem of the Black Moon pack, telling me I was his life.At 25, the power of his pack clouded his eyes and black magic corroded his heart. He began staying out all night, his clothes stained with another she-wolf's cheap perfume.At 26, before my Luna ceremony, I was "poisoned" by wolfsbane and fell into the rapids. From that day on, he was dead to me.At 27, we "reunited." He was a handful of cold ashes beneath a tombstone, and I was on the arm of another Alpha, reborn.There had been love, a love that was once deep and