All Chapters of Stolen by the Psyco Alpha; Ghost Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

POV FelishaAsh tasted like copper and dead grass.I was fifteen, and my lungs felt like they were lined with hot shards of glass as I tore through the northern border woods of the Walker estate. Behind me, the manor was a roaring pillar of orange and black against a heavy, bruised blood-moon sky. The screams had stopped a few minutes ago. They stopped right after my mothers voice had cut off, choked out by the thick smoke and the brutal authority of my fathers enforcers.My boots slipped on the frost-hardened mud. I scrambled up a steep embankment, my fingers shredding against the sharp bark of pine trees, tearing my nails until warm blood slicked my palms. I didn't care. Nothing mattered except putting distance between myself and Mauris Walker. To my father, I wasn't a daughter; I was a tradable commodity, a royal bloodline pawn to be sold to the highest-bidding pack. And tonight, after my mother tried to shield me with a forged blood-testament, he had decided it was time to cash he

Reymonds POVOhh .. do not tell me it was all hallucinations The sound of the heavy mahogany deadbolt clicking into place was like the loading of a gun.In reality, the office was vast, silent, and bitterly cold. The floor-to-ceiling glass windows offered a panoramic view of Geneva weeping under a relentless, slate-grey downpour, but the rain didnt reach in here. Here, there was only the quiet hum of climate control, the scent of expensive leather, and the suffocating weight of my own pulse crashing against my eardrums.In my mind, just a fraction of a second ago, the glass had been wet with our breath. Her hands had been tangled in my hair. Her scent, ozone and crushed cinnamon had flooded my lungs, driving my wolf into a frenzy of absolute, possessive triumph. I had imagined her skin beneath my palms, the shudder of her surrender, the sweet, intoxicating friction of a captive bird finally folding its wings inside my cage.It was a lie. A brilliant, feral daydream born of seven year

The tires of the armoured SUV screamed against the wet asphalt as we hurled around another blind hairpin turn. Outside the heavy, bulletproof glass, the jagged black peaks of the Swiss Alps rose like crooked teeth against a starless sky.Inside, the cabin was a pressure cooker.The air was thick with the smell of hot leather, heavy diesel, and the crushing, suffocating weight of Reymond Smith sitting less than two feet away from me. My chest felt hollow, like someone had reached inside and carved out my lungs.Adrenaline is a liar. It makes you feel invincible right up until the moment it leaves your system, and when mine burned out, the crash was brutal.My head throbbed in time with the roar of the engine. The rapid climb in altitude was pressing against my eardrums, but it was the Apex Alpha sitting beside me that was actually making my blood boil. The sheer heat radiating off his body was unreal. It washed over me in waves, mocking the freezing Alpine night pressing against the wi

The war room fell into a suffocating, breathless silence. My pulse hammered so violently against my throat I thought the elders could hear it.Reymond didn't hesitate. His hand closed around my wrist, his grip iron-tight but strangely careful not to bruise, and he pulled me firmly behind his broad back. We moved as one, striding out of the vaulted chamber and into the grand main hall that overlooked the courtyard. My stomach twisted into sharp, cold knots. I braced myself to look down and see my fathers brutal grey hounds tearing the iron gates off their hinges.The heavy gates groaned open, scraping against the frozen cobblestones.But it wasn't Mauris Walker.A sleek convoy of black, heavy-duty vehicles rolled smoothly into the snow-covered courtyard. The men stepping out of the cars didn't wear the silver crown of my father's pack. They wore heavy grey coats tailored to military perfection, and on their shoulders sat the insignia of a coiled se

Absolute, suffocating darkness.The metallic echo of the intercom fading out was immediately replaced by a new sound. Footsteps. Heavy, rhythmic, and coming from both ends of the stone corridor outside the vault. The click of tactical rifles chambering rounds cut through the pitch black.A massive, calloused hand brushed against my knuckles.Reymond.He didnt grab my wrist. He didnt yank me behind him or issue a territorial command. He simply opened his palm in the dark and waited.I hesitated. The air in the vault was freezing, but his skin radiated a furnace-like heat. I listened to the boots getting closer. The hounds were coming.I reached out and closed my trembling fingers around his.His grip tightened instantly. For the first time since he dragged me into that glass elevator, the choice to follow him was entirely mine."Move," Reymond breathed quietly.He pulled me away from the heavy iron door