Lahat ng Kabanata ng Three Alphas and the Rogue Luna: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Gemma’s POVI looked out over the vast greenery of the land from the balcony in my room. It went on, stretching across the horizon as far as the eye could see. My mind couldn’t fathom how any of this could be considered a wasteland incapable of producing and holding life.Even the air seemed cleaner here. I took in a deep breath, relishing as the crisp air filled my lungs. In my pocket, the old map felt like a weight against my hip. My heart still hammered frantically in my chest, in a way that made my throat dry.Even though I knew it wouldn’t help, I wracked my brain for any clue about such a territory. Every potential geography lesson I had been taught, every passing whisper about border lands. I tried to conjure a memory of anything that might remind me or give me an inkling of my whereabouts, but all I got were faint flashes and a slowly building ache behind my eyes.If this valley was supposed to be a dead zone for decades then something incredibly s

Gemma’s POVThe image of the man tied up kept me up at night. I had tossed and turned the entire time, fighting to get the whole thing out of my head. It was none of my business. The man could be an enemy who had been threatening the safety of this pack for all I knew. He could be someone from this pack under punishment for some heinous crime, and chaining up a person in a cage could be how they handled things here.It could be a number of things.What bothered me was the fact that I didn’t know who Simon was. The man was polite and charming one minute, but then in the next moment you’d find him holding someone hostage in some creepy underground dungeon.I didn’t even know his last name!For the rest of the night, sleep evaded me. Every creak of the floorboards outside my bedroom door sounded like an approaching guard and every shadow felt like Simon was watching me from the dark.Now, I stood near the tall book shelves, pretending to browse the hardcove

Dean’s POVThe silence almost felt like a living thing as we moved through the trees.We had shifted back at the pass into the woods, shedding our human forms in favor of our wolves for their better senses. There wasn’t a single sound coming from us as we quietly made our way deeper into the forest.We had to maintain the silence, our whole plan depended on how quietly we did things. One stray twig breaking could ruin everything.Aldric, my wolf, stayed crouched behind a rock, watching the valley below with his perfect canine vision. Down in the shadows, the markers that showed the boundary for the Blackwell pack stood still, their sleek wet stone surfaces reflecting the dim moonlight.Beside me, Marcus stayed low, his wolf’s soft panting coming in soft, small with clouds that drifted away in the night air. He didn’t say a word, but there was no need for him to. We had spent hours talking through this plan back at the main hall, making sure every move we made to

Gemma’s POV I squinted hard, tapping a finger against my lip as I tried to decide what to do next. It was not an easy decision and I was not going to take it lightly. I stood there in nothing but a pair of black slacks and a white bra, trying to decide if the beige sweater would be better or the lilac blouse with the floral print. A lady had to make these decisions. I could go for the easier option and pick the black silk top but I didn’t feel like it was an all black day, I mused. I was so deep in my thoughts I didn’t hear the soft footsteps behind me. “The blouse would be perfect for your complexion,” A deep voice said from the door and I shrieked, rushing to cover myself from Simon’s laughing eyes. “Ever heard of knocking, asshole?!” I was beyond flustered and it was evident in the shrill note of my voice. “I have, but I like to keep things interesting,” he chuckled

Gemma’s POVThe soft clinking of cutlery against the plates echoed in the quiet of the dining room.My hands shook a little as I tried to cut into the freshly crisped bacon and my fork slid hard against the ceramic, letting out a loud screech. I froze, biting down too hard on the piece of pancake in my mouth. I slowly looked up in his direction, but Simon hadn’t seemed to notice. I let out a breath.I had to get it together. If I kept shaking and fidgeting, it would look suspicious and I can’t afford that right now. I peeked up at him again.Across the table, he sat with a spoon in his hand, quietly stirring a cup of black tea. He had not said a word since I walked into the room. He simply moved the spoon in slow circles, the gentle clink of metal against china reverberating in a way that seemed louder than it was.I couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday in the courtyard. How his arm burned against my skin. The red flash in his eyes. And the fac