All Chapters of Beasts Of The Moon Rise Of The Outcasts : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Emerald. Meanwhile. I move, but something hard and warm and cold stops me. I groan and turn, only to meet a pair of intense dark eyes staring at me from a face close, really too close for comfort. And too tempting to be ignored. I startle at the intensity of that gaze. I shift my eyes and realize my error. Shit. I’m still in Ward 206. Naked. Oh my. I’m a resident doctor, naked in a patient’s bed. A hot vampire patient for that matter. How unethical. I shift on the bed, and the sheets pooled over my breasts slip, flashing my boobs. “Well, at least a good morning would do, after using my body for your amusement, Emerald.” I still at the mention of my name from that rich voice. My gaze whips to his so fast I almost spin. “How...How did you know my name? And how did you know that I used your body...Sorry that we had sex?” I ask him, as he hovers above my face, his weight propped on one elbow. His gaze falters just for a bit. “Last night… you… inside me...my hea

Asher Denvers. Later. Fury burns through me as we stand before these puny humans, still in our wolf forms, forced to watch as they question Emerald, our Alpha. “I cannot believe that you beasts caused damages in the hospital worth millions of dollars!” The man just introduced in this office as Doctor Arthur Taylor, thunders. That’s it. He’s gone and done it now. Without a second thought, I growl and leap in front of him, blocking the path between him and Emerald. He shrinks back in fear. They all do. I stand before him, beast and all and snarl. “Say that one more time, and you will see the beast in me,” I growl. He shudders. He dares question our actions. How dare he? 'He’s new here,' Philemon told me through the mind link seconds into this meeting. 'He’s the new doctor my sister, the nurse, said has been changing policies in the hospital and causing trouble for Emerald.' My gaze sharpened on Arthur Taylor in that moment. 'Causing trouble for Emerald?' I echoed. 'Yes,

Scar. Later. Night… Shock still burns through my body from the news I heard earlier about Emerald Ford's relationship with Gerald Ford. The same shock that slammed into me at the hospital, when I heard her address herself as Gerald Ford's daughter. The kind of shock that almost paralyzed me where I stood. I should have suspected her relationship with Gerald Ford. The same surname. But I had dismissed the thoughts. Saw it as mere coincidence. I don’t even remember how I got myself out of that shocking situation after hearing her say she was Gerald's daughter. Years as a rogue cop must have paid out. Muscle memory. Instinct. Lies sliding smooth as breath. I must have rambled something believable enough. Because the next thing I remember, Emerald and I were in her car, headlights slicing through as we drove out of the hospital. And now I stand in Gerald Ford’s house. My uncle’s house. The house of the man I killed days ago. Shock. Guilt. They sit in my chest like rusted blades.

Asher. Sunday, 21st February. One day later. Morning. We’re at combat training. I always keep my men in top form. I don’t need them failing the pack. I don’t need them breaking the pack. Not like they failed the pack, when they let Gerald die. Never again. I tackle one of the newly recruited male gammas and slam him to the ground hard enough to knock the wind out of him. Snow rises around us. The combat ring goes silent except for his choking gasp. Then I step back. Give him space to rise. To regain himself. 'He’s going to morph.' My wolf snarls through the mind link, already pacing, already tasting the shift. 'I know that,' I say. A dark chuckle rumbles in my chest as I crouch low, legs spread, weight balanced on the balls of my feet. I wait. I watch the rage gather in his eyes. I watch humiliation light the fuse inside him. Before all our eyes, he strips out of his clothes and charges. Mid run, he morphs. Bones snap and realign. Skin ripples. Fur bursts through. The crac

Iris. I tear my eyes forcefully away from Erianna’s photo. The one I just saw this vampire stepping away from. I had been walking down the corridor to answer a summons from some of the clergy members in Silvaton Ridge when I noticed the office door standing open. Curiosity tugged at me. I peeked inside. That’s when I heard hushed whispers around the corner. And when I moved further into the room, I found this vampire stepping away from the photo. “So the Silvaton Vampire Media finally sent you as undercover press,” I say now, clearly. My gaze spears into him. “To come and look into what happened to Erianna Ford years ago. Isn’t it?” Pain tugs inside me as I recall Erianna and what happened to her. He looks at me, wide eyed. Then relieved for a brief second. Before he quickly recovers. “I assure you, Mrs. Ford, I don’t know what you are talking about…” “Oh, don’t play coy, young man.” I step closer, my gaze hard on him. “I noticed how you watched the entire mansion when Emeral