All Chapters of The Alpha’s Redemption: His sickened Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

—LYSANDRA.-My ex-husband, his woman, and my son.I used to think seeing them again would break something inside me. During my long days of healing, my mind was a constant battleground, begging myself not to dwell on what they did to me. I guess the agony paid off. Staring at them now, I feel absolutely nothing— and there is no greater victory than that.Henry has grown an inch or two taller. Edric looks exactly the same, cruel, and except from the visible, stressed stubble shadowing his jaw. And Eliza? She is still as prim, sharp, and snake-like as ever.I am so incredibly glad I fled. I would be dead by now if I had stayed, forcing myself to watch them flaunt their betrayal right in front of my face day after day until there was nothing left of me.I tear my eyes away from Edric and focus on the fountain of drinks beside me. I owe them nothing. I am no longer tied to the name Blackthorne.But I can still feel Edric’s heavy gaze boring into my back. I melt away from my corner, movin

—LYSANDRA—-How dare they?How dare they all show up and intrude this life I’ve been given?I brush past Henry, feeling absolutely nothing but a deep, festering anger. He actually dared to call me his mother? Pathetic. Where was that desperate, pleading tone when I was rotting away in the Blackthorne pack house, and he was nothing but deeply ashamed of me?Why did Maddox even have to invite them? I know exactly how powerful of an Alpha Edric Blackthorne is, his presence here is legally valid and respected by the crown but ugh. I should have personally reviewed the guest list and crossed his name from the list. Without him here, I wouldn't be losing my mind like this. It isn’t even about Eliza; she only succeeded in making a complete fool out of herself, not me. It is this terrifying, magnetic pull I feel toward freaking Edric the moment his eyes lock onto mine.It makes no sense. We are ex-mates. I don’t even have my wolf anymore. I don't remember the details clearly, but Maddox

—EDRIC-It’s draining, seriously draining, how much of a pull I feel toward Lysandra. I can smell her from all the way across the room. Her scent is so strong now it’s making me go crazy. I can barely think straight.That buzz, that zap I felt when I held her wrist... and she had the audacity to lie and say she didn’t feel a thing?But then, what did I expect? If she could ignore her own son, who am I to her? I still don’t understand how she could just run away from me... from it all.Eliza is doing no better with the members of the Shadowmoon pack. They hate her as Luna and now prefer the chunk of what Lysandra brought. I wonder what their pathetic reactions will be when they find out she’s actually the crown princess of Ironcrest— the one untouchable territory that hangs like thick, dark clouds over the rest of us.I grab a drink and search the room for her, finally spotting her having a conversation with the Alpha King. Their relationship... I really don’t buy that brother-sister

EDRIC—-—The morning air off the terrace usually cools my blood, but right now, it feels like pouring gasoline on an open fire.Shit.Standing out here is part of my morning routine, watching the distant houses from the pack house and seeing what the pack members are up to in the early morning. Most days, it’s my hour of solitude, and I love the peace. It was supposed to be beneficial for me today, especially after that intense party last night, but…I grip the stone railing of the terrace, my knuckles turning white as I stare out over the sunlit expanse of the Shadowmoon lands. It doesn't help.Fuck this. Nothing helps.There is a violent, burning heat coiling deep in my gut, an agonizing throb in my lower stomach that has been driving me completely insane since the moment I opened my eyes. I woke up sexually livid. It’s definitely something new, and something I don’t want to keep happening— but deep down, a sick part of me sort of wants it to keep happening.In my sleep, I saw her.

18+—LYSANDRA—-I arch my back and curl my toenails as my fingers move faster, going inside and out of me.My body lets out a jolt and I let out an insuppressible moan that sends my body rising and collapsing as I enter cloud eleven with my body-breaking orgasm.I am breathing heavily, slipping my fingers out of me, I realize it’s not nearly enough.I thought touching myself would give me even the slightest satisfaction but no, I think it’s making me feel even worse.Gosh.As the first wave of orgasm begins to fade, leaving my muscles weak, the deep-seated hunger doesn't die down. It’s a relentless, rolling heat that the first orgasm barely touches. My fingers find a new, frantic rhythm against my skin, my breath catching in my throat as I slide my other hand up my body. I trace the curve of my waist, the heavy rise and fall of my ribs, gripping my own hips just to feel something grounding against the sheer weight of the arousal.And then slowly I take off my clothes and find ways