All Chapters of Killed by an Alpha, Reborn to a warrior : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Dakota’s POV.Two of my maids had just finished getting me ready for bed when Lucian walked in with a glass of milk in his hand and signalled for us to be left alone.The maids bowed their heads as they made their way out. As soon as they closed the door gently behind them, he walked over to my side and planted a soft kiss on my stomach.“Here.” he whispered, handing over the glass of milk to me. I took it from him with a broad smile. He always did this every night, bringing me milk to help me and the baby relax and that was one of the reasons I never doubted my decision to be his Luna. Lucian was everything a woman could wish for. “Drink and go to bed, you need to rest after what happened today.” I nodded and placed it on the nightstand. “Jacob’s injury is a little worse than the healer thought so I told him to spend the night in the guest room,” he said as he took his seat on the edge of the bed, “he insists on finishing up on some of the paper work for tomorrow’s council me

Dakota POVHe looked like he had seen a ghost.“I don’t want to be your Luna.” The words slipped past my lips effortlessly, and the crowd cheers died down instantly. Lucian’s face went pale, his hand, still holding out the ring, hovered in the air like it had frozen mid-motion.Even the birds in the trees seemed to have stopped singing, the entire place went completely silent as every pair of eyes glanced from me to Lucian.He blinked. Once. Twice. His smile twitched, struggling to stay in place. Then he forced out a small, confused laugh, like I had just told a joke he didn’t understand.I looked down at him, kneeling there with the sun making his perfect hair glow. How could someone as good looking as him be such a monster? “Dakota,” he said softly, his voice dropping to that tender, caring tone he always used when he wanted something from me, “if this is about being nervous in front of everyone, we can…”“I’m not nervous.” I snapped, cutting him off with a much stronger and shar

Dakota’s POVBy the time my first week at the outpost was over, I was certain of one thing and that was, Hunter Scornheart existed solely to make my life miserable. Yesterday training had been brutal but I was certain today would be worse because that was the only guarantee Lila gave me.I woke up sore, threw on my training clothes and limped toward the door.“You look terrible.” I jumped, startled by the voice only to find Hunter leaning against the wall outside my cabin, a thin cigarette dangling from his lips as smoke curled up past his sharp gray eyes. He had a singlet on with his usual training pants and boots. Looking at his exposed body now, I could see his muscled arms and chest properly, stretching against the thin material of his singlet like it was about to tear it off. Unreadable inscriptions were tattooed down his arm in a manner that made me stare at it a little too long.“What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to ignore him. “Waiting for you.” He pushed himself