☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾My hand grips the steering wheel as I drive twenty kilometres over the speed limit. Home is closer than ever. I can almost smell the pine cones and maples. Feel the electricity zapping through the air, triggered by the barrier over and protecting my people.It puts me in a less ill-humoured mood to be near the pack, having stayed away for weeks in my hunt for a runaway group. My return today was short-lived as the Luna's entrance into the city called for my attention before anything else could be tended to.I guide my attention along the thin line of desiring to be back home instead of the anger awakening in the forefront of my head. She's been terribly quiet throughout the ride. I haven't said a thing either. Not because I lost my command of words suited to this case, but because of the simmering annoyance below the surface of my skin where none can glimpse of it."Only on paper,"Her statement was clearly meant to put me where she thought I belonged, and it's irr
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾I have to laugh. A long, hearty laugh. "You'll make me regret it? Now, isn't that something, love? I'd love to watch you do that. Would make me day." I admit, grinning at the red-faced princess.She's so easily provoked that it's my fun riling her up. She appears to be so angry that I'm surprised she doesn't attach both her hands to my neck, attempting to choke me while she wrings the oxygen out of me lungs."You make me want to hurt something." She mutters, shaking her head. I catch sight of a few strays from her hairdo from the movement of her head. With a flick of my fingers, I have the strands of her hair tucked into place behind her ear before I can stop myself. "Don't touch me!" She slaps my hand away, and I chuckle at her overreaction."Seems like you've forgotten that ye wished to visit the bathroom, darling. Are you no longer pressed?""Pressed? What the hell do you mean?""I'm merely asking if you don't feel the urge to go as you'd made yourself out to b
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾My lips twitch. She humours me far too dearly, even when it’s not in her good nature. I could watch the Western princess for days and not be bored. The things she says, the things she does, are laughably too droll, so much that I have to berth myself in the present to not lose sight of their deeper meanings. I’d have missed the menace cloistered within her words if not so.“Sorry, but I don’t think I heard your words, love. Care to repeat them again?” I ask carefully, observing how her jade eyes scintillate as streams of the sun bounce off them. She might need this benefit of the doubt I’ve given, and I’m eager to know what her subsequent reaction will be.“I said,” she lours at me, her expression souring. “What if I wanted a divorce?”A good chance. I gave her a good chance, and she’s wasted it. She dared to defiantly repeat her threat a second time despite knowing the consequences of doing so. It’s baffling. Why’s she so nonchalant? Or is it that she’s playing ou
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾It’s quiet as I come to in my car. In the driver’s seat, to be specific. It takes some seconds to remember where I’m at, what has happened, what I’ve done. “Awake now?” Waves of velvet serve me the question I know is from the woman I’d tried to kill.“Yes,” I answer groggily. The back of my head still throbs, and a ghastly headache is about to split my skull in two. I reach for the rear of my crown, cutting through the wisps of hair scattered about, almost forming a barrier, and feel a plaster pasted against my head. No, not one. I touch the papery strips and count about five of them.“It was quite a hit.” She mutters, her cheeks whipped pink by an emotion I can’t identify. Is it embarrassment or regret? I expect the latter from her as she’d hit me harshly enough to kill a human. Then again, I did almost slit her throat with my claws. I stare hard at my hands, which have reverted to their form more humanlike to the eyes.“Was it?”“Yeah,” she blushes even harder,
☾☾☾SASKIA'S POV☽☽☽The giant bonfire crackles merrily, emanating sweet, seducing warmth that draws all present creatures to its wide, reaching flames. Its heat is so outspread that it teases me behind massive logs of wood and stone walls as if beckoning on me to make my entrance.Even more coaxing and impatient are the tensions that settle heavily on the shoulders of each werewolf, who are all quiescently rooted on carefully fashioned stools far from the fire. Watchful. Waiting.Little do they know that I’m as unready as any Luna could ever be. I wonder what will happen if I refuse to go out even after fixing myself and looking as presentable as a bride should be for her wedding.There’d likely be an uproar. Mikael might even march his way here to whisk me away like unwilling wives of old. I imagine he’d throw me over his back and clamber onto the stage where the ceremony will take place, making sure to chain me to his side.Knowing the Alpha, he’d probably revel in what he felt he s
☾☾☾SASKIA'S POV☽☽☽ They know where I am. By my scent, it would be a piece of cake for the weres to pinpoint my exact location, but they—men and women—dare not turn their eyes towards nor take a mere sniff in that direction. This moment is as delicate as fine glassware that could easily shatter into smithereens; it is this fragile short while before I finally become bound to Mikael and a part of his pack. His Luna. Before then, no male werewolf from the Guttenbrieg pack is allowed to set eyes on me unless they desire to challenge the Alpha for his woman. The females also do not have the permit to converse with me without Mikael’s permission, as it would be a sign of disrespect for the Alpha and his future Luna. These protocols are in place because I’m not Mikael’s mate. He will not mark me, as we’re not fated to each other. I can’t be a second half to his human or wolf entity. We won’t have to mate in human and wolf forms before the pack as a traditional mate to the Alpha is expec
☾☾☾SASKIA'S POV☽☽☽ He stands at the end of the pathway underneath a beautiful glass arch I’ve been apprised came into existence for the purpose of the wedding. I heave a sigh of despair, letting my shoulders sag, but straighten up when I remember I’m not alone behind the wooden barricade, demarcating the pavement from the carpeted pathway.Beside me, Maggie smiles encouragingly, then, as if on the voicing of an afterthought, gives me a huge hug. I hug her back just as tightly despite my initial surprise. “Thank you,” my whisper widens her lips in a generous smile, and I nod at her, the corners of my eyes crinkling before turning back to embark on my journey.A new sense of warmth fills me as soon as the fresh air hits me in the face. Assorted scents of flowers, herbs and spices follow just as swiftly, assaulting my nostrils, and I welcome them by breathing through my nose and a bit through my mouth. Soon, my senses are bombarded, and it feels like my brain is lagging due to sensory
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾ It's too late to catch her. Her hand evades my clasp, and she falls to the ground with a thud that sends my heart into overdrive. Not even the deadliest of battles have demanded as much blood as is currently pumped through the vessels of my body. My lungs toil as I grasp oxygen, each gulp bleached white with my mounting terror. "What happened of her?" Rikal's question bears a tone that matches that of the thoughts darting around in my head. The problem is: I have not an answer. It had gone to a mess in a second. I watched her head furrow with confusion as she stared at the blood dribbling from her hand. Just after, she'd stiffened, and I'd identified the daze in her countenance. I called for her, but before I could order an act of the guards in station around the stage, she'd wobbled backwards and collapsed to the floor. "Saskia!" I cup her face with my right hand and, with my free one, drive tendrils of hair off her forehead. Her long lashes cast a shadow on
Hello, lovelies!Thank you for reading to the end of The Luna’s Possessive Alpha. This is Book 1 of the TLPA Series. Book 2 is titled The Luna’s Broken Alpha, and will be made available on Goodnovel in the next few days. I sincerely appreciate all your support for Book 1, and I hope to see you all in Book 2!*Please read the blurb for The Luna’s Broken Alpha below:“To establish a balance in the supernatural realm, the two most powerful packs in North America formed a political alliance. This was achieved through the union of Princess Saskia and Alpha Mikael. However, the infection among the werewolf packs has only grown stronger since the ascension of the new Alpha. The supernatural world is currently on the brink of falling apart. War is closer than ever as corrupted werewolves escape the grasps of their vampire lords; chaos is bound to ensue.*Saskia accepted her fate in her new pack and was willing to do all that was needed of her as Luna until she had her title stripped away by
☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ "You know that's not how things work, Saskia." Wade's reply snags my focus, and I change my train of thought. "Once I pledge my loyalty to an Alpha, I become bound to him as one of his pack. The fact that I did already means that I was accepted. The only creature allowed to admit me into Guttenbrieg is its Alpha." I squeeze my eyes shut as a tremble shakes me to my core. It's difficult to process what Wade's made plain. I don't want to try because it's fatuous to do so. It would be pure idiocy to believe that Mikael's dead. It honestly can't be. I would know. As the woman who married him, who's mated with him, and most of all, as one who has come to love him artlessly, I would have known. I, of all people, should have felt him slipping away from this world. The planet should have felt off-center, tilted off-axis when he took his last breath. How could I not have known? What was I doing when—according to their hypotheses—he died? How could I have carried on w
☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ Kaleb Sacramone makes no sense. No sense at all. Mikael's not dead. The man I talked to mere hours ago was everything but dead. Guttenbrieg's Lieutenant General often sucked at making coherent sense, but this is simply ridiculous. How dare he fake Mikael's death only to get under my skin? I might have slapped him if I didn't think he was insane. The werewolf needs a psychiatric intervention coupled with enough mental evaluations. His days in the dungeon must have turned him unhinged, a deranged creature. I make a mental reminder to request an appointment for him immediately after this is over. "Who is dead?" I parrot, pausing for him to assert that this is all a joke and rescind those hideous words. "Mikael isn't dead." Kaleb laughs in my face. Outright does so. I contemplate pulling out my daggers and holding them to his neck, drawing blood for his insolence. I fist my hands to keep from heeding any rash decisions. "Do you have hearing problems, Saskia? I b
☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ You're such a fool, Saskia. The berating arrives only after the fibres of my undies have suffered the deluge of an Olympic-sized pool. It's embarrassing. My body still throbs for Mikael even after learning about his misdeeds. Even directly beside the man who's made himself vulnerable by disclosing a secret he's kept for years to me about his emotions, I'm thirsting for and craving the attention of a man who's bent on using me without a care for how much I'll hurt as a result of his evil deceitfulness. It's so ludicrous. I missed him before I knew what he'd done. And now that I know the crimes he's committed, I miss him maybe even more. Frankly, I just want him to come home so we can have an earnest discussion. I want to hear the truth from the horse's mouth. If I could help it, I'd pick up my phone and call him to hurry up and head back to the pack. I won't, of course. First, I have no inkling of my phone's whereabouts. Second, I wouldn't dream of hindering
☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ "Ignore what I said." "Okay." I can't. I swallow hard, glueing my sight to the road. Wade loves me? Perhaps he means as a friend. But we were talking about Mikael as a baseline. The Alpha wouldn't love me as a friend as I'm his wife. Moreover, that wouldn't be a kind of love worth being broached in chatter by another wolf. Things genuinely just got incredibly weirder. And awkwarder. My head feels like there's been a crater blasted into it. The indented hollowness is the equivalent of a cavity, and I find myself scrambling to fill my head with reflections other than that which refuses to dissipate: Wade loves me. I love him too, I realise. I love him as one who's been by my side for ages, one whom I've relied on in the thickest of battles, one who's never shied away from being a firm shoulder I could cry on. I love him for being an incredible person, but I have never dwelt on what kind of love it is. It's always been common sense that we care for each other l
☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ Wade's hand is fisted by his side when I return to scrutinising him. "I w-wish I realised...earlier that this was how... you'd been feeling. I was too occupied...and engaged by my self-imposed job of being...the happy-go-lucky guy. I never noticed...that you were burdened...by how we all treated you. I'm sorry, Saskia." He lingers between his words, trying to catch his breath and possibly summon the strength to speak. My heart clenches in my chest. I wish I could take away his pain and make it nonexistent. He doesn't deserve what Absalon did to him. I guess the thought that's been keeping me restless is the odds that his injuries aren't from Absalon's antics, as he claims, but from the destruction I caused with my powers. I can't yet envision forgiving myself for what I've done so far; if I was the one who truly hurt Wade, I know I'd truly never be able to grant myself forgiveness. It wouldn't matter how many years might pass; I'd continue to hate myself for
☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ Wade is a damned liar. I should have known better than to trust him to tell me the truth about how he felt. Even more annoying is that he clearly fooled me with his charms. While I often harped on the fact that werewolves could make themselves more attractive to others through their supernatural magnetism, I'd forgotten the fact that, in specific, they could conceal defects about themselves. In my state of despair, I'd become easily subject to his prowess. He'd gotten the chance to disguise the true extent of his injuries. If I say I'm not entirely beyond pissed off, then I'd be telling a lie—something those I cherish as friends and family seem adept at doing when I'm involved. "You don't need to do this." Wade coughs, a shadow of himself, having drained up to half the quota of blood in his body. I eye him in irritation. Is there any time he doesn't annoy me like it's a hobby of his? "I'll do what I want, Wade. Kindly shut the fuck up while I do." I want to
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾ "What the...fucking...hell was that?" I scramble to rise, but my efforts are thwarted by a force field smashing my length to the ground. It all clicks in at once: magic. The weight on my spine, crushing my neck and torso to the ground, is of a mammoth's mass in thousands of tonnes. I snarl as the invisible load intensifies at my joints, breaking my bones. Whatever witch is responsible must be incredibly skillful. It's a hellish experience that might have had a more inexperienced version of myself centuries ago whimpering in pain. I've long learnt to endure worse. Warning bells wail in my head. It's evident Cillian and Whelan planned this from the genesis of our interaction. I'd been too blinded by my fury to see through their plan. Cillian hammers on this point with his utterance, "you were an idiot not to suspect the cause of our visit, Mikael." My hateful gaze pans upward, but it does not land on Cillian. Instead, Absalon's distasteful countenance is caught
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾ A scowl overtakes my cast as I set eyes on the fair-headed man bent over a walking stick, not from age but for a ruse. "Missed the train home, Whelan?" The bitterness yet stored within seeps into my tone. "Whelan?" The old, heavy voice rumbles like a clap of thunder rolling down the beak of a mountain. Long ago, in a distant land bound by time, I'd been a lad afraid of its owner. "I imagined I was once Seanathair to you, Mikael. Ain't it so, Cillian?" Cillian pulls further out from the woods—left untouched and spared from Saskia's dismantling—at the query. I do not give the coward a chance to voice his opinion. "You mean nothing to me. I don't remember a grandfather. Nay, I recall a sadistic fiend who gloated in sacrificing others for his evil causes—his family included." As patronising as the word might ever entail, Whelan corrects, "Family means naught without loyalty. I attack not those under my wings. You must've understood that by now, Alpha of Guttenbrie