Novel & Cerita Metro Journal Online Novel Thali

Just as Kade's hand settled on Thalia's tummy, they both felt the kick as subtle as it was. "Are they okay?" Kade asked in concern. "Yes." Thalia laughed softly. "They are fine. More than fine." "So that was just one of them kicking?" Thalia nodded, looking up into Kade's curious eyes. She couldn't but smile. Just six months ago she had been locked in the basement of some abandoned community centre miles from civilization, beaten and with no clue as to where she was. Now, by a series of strange events, she had her mate, she was with child. She had a family. It felt like things were turning around and that finally she had some happiness to cling to.

Thalia stands, wobbly but grinning, in the doorway of her new home, the blood and fog of the wilds still clinging to her. Luna, survivor, smartass. You can’t kill what keeps coming back. And for the first time, a little warmth finds her—raw, real, like a question: Could this be home. For now, at least?

Mira’s legs became too weak to carry her body so she crumbled to the ground, finally letting the tears fall freely. She wished this was a bad dream she could wake up from. Thane was working in the fields—though he was an Alpha’s son. Sweat glistened on his bare torso, the sun branding his skin bronze. He didn’t care. Thane loved to keep himself busy, grounded. One of the guards sprinted towards him, panting. "A parcel... from the council," the guard said and handed him the letter. Thane's gaze squinted against the sun's blinding rays as he broke the seal.

Her engagement ring caught the gray morning light, but even its brilliant sparkle couldn't brighten the exhaustion etched across her face. Across from her, Isabella scrolled through her phone with growing irritation. Beside Isabella, Naomi stared at another screen, her brows knitted together in concern. Neither woman wanted to be the first to speak. Finally, Naomi lowered her phone onto her lap and looked gently at Thalia. "You've gone viral," Naomi said quietly, her voice filled with reluctant sympathy. Without turning away from the rain-covered window, Thalia released a slow breath. "I don't think I want to know," Thalia admitted softly, her shoulders slumping with exhaustion.

She looked breathtaking. "Sorry. Who are you?" Her soft voice rang out as her eyes narrowed as if she was trying to remember me. I loosened the button of my suit jacket, taking the menu book. "Don't pretend you do not recognize me, Thalia." I said, "I don't." A frown creased her eyebrows. I smiled, pulling my phone out. The screen was unlocked. The front page contained a particular headline. I turned it towards her. 'Mrs Thalia Jones seen with an unknown man in a well famous club, wasting the night on being drunk'

“Alpha Aiden, it appears Luna Thalia is making light of her injuries. She will heal; however, she does need to rest tonight.” “What injuries?” I asked, looking at Thalia with incredulous eyes. “She has a broken arm, and I am pretty sure she has a broken rib. I need an X-ray to confirm.” Thalia stands up, and she is clearly favoring her side. She rolled her eyes, “Seriously, I will be fine.” I got in front of her, “Mojito, X-Ray.” “Guapo…No.” “Do I need to carry you?” “You wouldn’t.”

“Mia, mi vida. How are you and your sister?” “Oh mama! We are good. Thalia is the Luna. Her mate is the Alpha of this pack. Remember the man we met? He’s our Alpha. Thalia is mated and marked now. I am learning to be a doctor because of Tio. Everything is fine. We are fine.”

THALIRA The nausea came again before I could even reach the sink. My body trembled violently as I gripped the edge of the toilet bowl, my body shaking and breath uneven as everything inside my stomach poured back into the toilet. What was wrong with me? I was still ruminating about what the issue could be when a sharp knock landed on the door, and my heart skipped. Oh Moon Goddess, they're here. What do I say? "Thalira?" Mother's voice called from the other side. "Are you alright?"

Dissatisfaction crossed her face. "Oh. The same order as someone I know." Thalia's lips curled up on remembering someone. "He does not even pay. But since you're the alpha, I'm sure you can pay me." Her eyes darted at the alpha's bag. I also wondered what was inside that bag. "Anything else? Bread? Cake? Cookies? Books?" She must be talking about Brody. "Nothing. Only Arabic." "Arabic coffee on the way," she informed and winked at the alpha.

“Both. But that’s not it.” “Men have two emotions,” pipes up the third lady, eyebrows waggling like they’re conducting an orchestra. “Horny and hungry.” “And you can’t be hungry — you ate two desserts already,” Thalia deadpans. “Just … shut up.” Thalia chuckles but wisely keeps her lips sealed, studying me like she’s trying to decode an ancient riddle. After a long beat, she says, “You know, I haven’t seen much about your man-whore ways in the news lately. Actually, nothing since the accident.”