All Chapters of The Rogue Alpha’s Chubby Luna : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ARIA’S POV“You are absolutely pathetic for wanting this,” Jacob whispered, his warm breath fanning directly over my naked shoulder.Standing completely frozen in the center of the bedroom, my heart hammered a frantic, terrified rhythm against my ribs. I did not move toward the door. I did not run. The sheer, overwhelming gravity of the mate bond pinned my bare feet firmly to the cold stone floor.“I do not want this,” I lied, my voice shaking violently.“Your mouth tells a completely different story than your body,” Jacob chuckled, a dark, vibrating sound that sent a massive shockwave straight down my spine. “You are completely drenched for me right now. You are shivering. Admit it, Aria.”“I will not admit anything,” I spat, tilting my chin up to glare at his handsome face.Before another word could escape my lips, Jacob moved.Moving with blinding Lycan speed, he scooped me entirely off the ground. My bare legs dangled helplessly over his thick forearm. He threw me effortlessly ove

ARIA “Fuck you, Jacob,” I whispered to the empty room.Rolling over on the cold mattress, I tangled my legs violently in the heavy silk blankets. The clock standing in the corner ticked loudly, marking three in the morning. I was completely awake. My entire body hummed with a vicious, agonizing ache.Every single time I closed my eyes, I saw his pitch-black eyes. I felt the phantom weight of his massive body pressing completely against me. He left me stranded on the absolute edge of a climax last night, and my treacherous body absolutely refused to forget it.Reaching a shaking hand beneath the blankets, I slipped my fingers directly between my thighs. I was completely slick. I rubbed my swollen clit, trying desperately to find some sort of relief in the dark. But my own touch felt entirely hollow. It was not his heavy, calloused hand. It was not his ruthless, agonizing rhythm.“Damn him,” I groaned, tossing my hand away in pure frustration.I spent the entire night staring at the st

ARIA“You completely failed, little menace,” Jacob taunted, his voice a low, vibrating rumble right against my bare shoulder.“I did not fail,” I argued breathlessly, staring up at the dark stone ceiling. “You lost your control.”“I let go because I wanted to,” he corrected smoothly.Pushing his heavy body off mine, Jacob stepped back from the edge of the ruined desk. He stood entirely naked in the center of the room, looking like a lethal, terrifying god of war. His pitch-black eyes slowly faded back into their striking, natural hazel hue. He ran a large hand through his messy dark hair, looking down at me with an incredibly arrogant, wicked smirk.“You came in here to break my mind, Aria,” Jacob chuckled darkly, adjusting his stance. “But you are the one lying naked on my desk, entirely thoroughly fucked, and completely submissive to my rule.”“I am not submissive,” I hissed, pushing myself up into a sitting position. My legs trembled violently, completely exhausted from the five de

ARIA“You were incredibly loud last night.”I completely choked on my orange juice. Coughing violently, I slammed my crystal glass down onto the heavy oak dining table. The sweet liquid burned the back of my throat. I grabbed a cloth napkin and wiped my mouth, my cheeks burning a furious, bright red.Sitting directly across from me, Elara took a slow, casual bite of her buttered toast. She did not even try to hide her massive smirk.“I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about,” I lied quickly, refusing to meet her bright eyes.“Please, Aria,” Elara laughed loudly, leaning back in her wooden chair. “The stone walls in this fortress are thick, but they are not entirely soundproof. I sleep two doors down from the master suite. You were screaming his name for hours.”“Elara, stop,” I hissed, looking around the empty dining hall to make sure no servants were listening.“I am just making an observation,” she teased, taking a sip of her black coffee. “You spent the last week compla

AUTHOR’S POVThe freezing winter wind howled across the massive stone courtyard, biting fiercely at the faces of three thousand assembled wolves.Every single member of the Westwood pack stood completely silent in the deep snow. The common wolves, the elite guards, and the high council elders were all present. Nobody dared to speak. They stared up at the heavy wooden execution block constructed directly in the center of the yard.Three men knelt on the rough wood. Their hands were bound tightly behind their backs with heavy iron chains. Their faces were bruised, and they shivered violently in the freezing air.Standing on the high stone balcony overlooking the yard, Alpha Jacob Locke looked down at his people. He wore a heavy black wool coat, his pitch-black eyes scanning the massive crowd with absolute, unyielding dominance.“Listen to me very carefully,” Jacob projected his deep, vibrating voice. It echoed loudly off the high castle walls. “This pack was built on loyalty. It was bui