☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ I have chosen to forget what Mikael did. This doesn't mean I've forgiven him. It simply entails that I will not relive that moment again in my memories. If I make the mistake of doing so, I know I won't focus on how he foiled my orgasm but on the pleasure he'd brought me prior to. The problem with that is I'll obliviate his misdeed. And I don't want to afford that, especially since it's impossible to deny the effect he has on me. Throughout the night, sparks darted up and down my body repeatedly, hindering me from getting any sleep. It so happens that I have no need for my phone alarm's blaring tune as I'm already out of bed by the time it rings by thirty minutes after six. I turn the murderous rhythm off and pull my hair into a ponytail. I'd like to lie in bed and enjoy the early morning's serenity, but I want to get in a quick run before facing the duties I'll no doubt have as new Luna. It'll also be better for me to familiarise myself with the pack as soo
☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ Locating a ceramic bowl, I fill it with water from the faucet. I wait a few seconds to check if it leaks, then dump the cheerful blossoms into it. "I do act like one. You should be more respectful of my manhood, Luna." "Whatever." I flick off his complaint as I glide into the dining room. "By the way, where were you taken yesterday?" I inquire about his absence since I saw him last when Mikael crashed in on us like a dark lord on a unicorn looking for trouble. He'd been with the cashier that ratted us out, but I'd seen neither of them afterwards. "Nowhere specific. I was interrogated and tested in a building for recruits. Had to go through all the routines and expected measures necessary for a werewolf to join a new pack. Currently, I'm on probation." I frown at this as the word in relation to the world of werewolves is foreign to my ears and understanding. "What do you mean by probation?" "Yeah, I forgot to elaborate. The rules are somewhat different here
☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ My pocketknife flinches at his neck, and I roll a sigh of despair into escape at his grisly joke. "You aren't funny, Wade." "I see you still got it, Luna." He tucks away his blade in his pocket, chuckling happily as if he'd been handed his favourite pie on a silver platter. "Do I?" I keep my knife staid at his pulsing vein. His face rumples in confusion. I smile as his hands slowly grace the air over his head in unfailing surrender. "Will you end me today, Luna?" He teases, and I push the pointy end into his skin. It sinks in, a streak of blood running down. "I don't know, will I?" I keep my eyes on him as I swiftly drill into his back pocket, seizing his weapon. "How would I know?" He lets his shoulders heave and drop in nonchalance, and I contemplate knocking him out. "You should know. After the shit you just pulled, you should have expected my reaction." "Really?" His eyes expand, growing rounder, but the cycling humour does not disappear. It tours ab
☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ Since I have no key, I merely close the door after kicking my new dagger behind the couch. I’ll find a more fitting place for it when I’m back. There’s a skip in my steps as I close the distance from the house to the greater orbit of the pack. I select a path where I don’t see any were, and after an expeditious warmup, I shoot off. It was cold enough to freeze ice last night, so I should be worried about the condition of the ground. However, I suspend the small concern niggling at me at reconvening an image of the sun, which was high up less than fifteen minutes ago, linked with the fact that the atmosphere is not chilly, and neither is the temperature frigid cold. Big mistake. The traction between my sneakers and the ground disappears in an instant. Shit. I thrash about, watching my life flash before my eyes. It happens as if in slow motion. I try to break my fall by shifting my body, so my weight rests on my lower limbs, and I don’t fall flat on my back,
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾I sensed her distress metres away. It'd ruched in bows of belligerent pain and the desire to be weaned from it. However, when I get in her notice, it shuts off, and the connection I'd drawn on splits in two. It's exceptionally bizarre since it is as if she'd rapidly stopped giving off cues of her discomfort without any problem.How long must it have taken her to perfect the skill of subtlety?"Give him permission to help me up." She motions at Makwa with an impatient impression that targets me about her."Why shall I give him a permit to do so when I can assist my own wife myself?"She blinks, head tilting like a doll's. A fair Luna she's made. Will she make an equally as good one in other areas? I know not, but I certainly would love to see her progress in due time."What happened to you, love?" I lower to her level on the ground and attempt to inspect the cause of her agony until I realise that the Beta still endures by us both. With a flick of a hand at him, hi
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾The green rings in her eyes shift into a lighter tone as we pass into the open ground."Yay. I can be alone soon.""You hate me yet?"She clears her throat unhurriedly. "I don't hate you, per se. We aren't buddies either. I forgive people when they are sorry for what they've done. You're not. So there's nothing to pardon.""Why do you harbour grudges for so long?" I've been considerate and patient so far, but there's been no change in her demeanour. I'm curious to know why she's so spiteful. Does she enjoy keeping malice?"It's not even been a day. How's that long?" She squints at me as if to glimpse something novel she hasn't before, then sighs deeply. "To answer your question, I retain the resentments I have towards people for a reasonable while as I don't want to forget what they've done and let myself be tricked or hurt by the same ploy anew.""How would you relate your reasoning to our situation?" I like the sleekness of her voice, so I ask for more clarifica
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾ "The bastard refuses to speak!" I fling the blasted papers off the table. Stupid reports that have no meaning litter the floor, and I tramp over them, grabbing my glass of brown liquid on my way to the small cut-out window. "It's been five fucking days!" "Maybe you've not tried enough," the foul-mouthed wolf taunts from his perch on the couch. "Your methods have always been inadequate from time, Alpha. I advise that you adopt mine, which has proven to yield better results." Snorting derisively, I flash my hand back and forth. "Save your breath," I suggest with an unsubtle glare. "I will not." "Why?" He pretends to be genuinely hurt, eyes awide, mouth slightly agape. "Conceivably..." I drawl, drenching my words in sarcasm. I'd take to mockery if it would make me feel the best as I fain for, but it'll not. Nothing will ease this foul mood of mine. "Possibly, it is that your methods involve maiming as a first resort. It might plainly be that reason, Fabian." He
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾ “...in all, what we find is not in Westardum. Connor has it hidden away somewhere not in the pack. My witch could detect no magic from the heart of the den. Mind you, she’s capable of deactivating cloaking spells, or rather, as she prefers to do, she sees through them. Apart from testing the strength of the pack, there were no benefits of the mission.” I scowl, taking stock of information that was not previously revealed to me. My advancement towards Fabian has his head snapping up to meet me with both eyebrows hoisted up in interrogation. “You searched for the key without mentioning of it?” “What?” He proudly wears an ardent frown. “Did you not heed when I said that I would make my objective of infiltrating the pack a double-edged sword, cutting down two queries at the same time?” “You might have said that,” my expression decays into that of a man vexed to no ends. “But you did not make me apprehend it. I remember your announcement from our brief discussion i
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