All Chapters of Moonlight Queen : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Drake followed us out of the shop and hopped into my car. As usual, I dropped off my friends first, leaving Drake and me alone in the car. We sat in silence for a while, the quietness starting to feel suffocating.Drake cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "I noticed you like my brother," he began.I glanced at him sharply, keeping my focus on the road. "You did?"He nodded. "Well, after what happened the other night, I was sure that you really do like him. Am I right?" he asked.Blushing, I admitted, "Yeah, you're right. But unfortunately, your brother doesn't seem to like me. I know it's because of that Anne girl."Drake acknowledged, "You mean his girlfriend?"Rolling my eyes, I corrected, "Fake girlfriend, you mean to say? Drake, I always get what I want, and I want your brother. I'm definitely going to have him."Drake gasped. "I thought you gave up on him before."Glancing at him, I replied, "Did I ever say that?""I noticed you weren't giving him that look today," Drake rem

My face contorted into a difficult frown as my mother announced, "She'll be ready in the next fifteen minutes."I gasped in disbelief. Fifteen minutes felt like too short a time for me to compose myself and swallow my pride before facing that insufferable jerk.My father's gaze bore into me, and I bowed my head sadly. He was well aware of my reluctance, but he would never accept a refusal. He didn't care if he had to coerce me into complying with his wishes."Fifteen minutes, then," he declared before exiting the room and closing the door behind him.I looked away, seething with anger. "You must get ready," my mother urged me.I scoffed, feeling frustrated. "Mom, did you see that? He didn't even bother to ask me about school," I complained bitterly.My mother smiled reassuringly. "Come on, Yvonne, that's my responsibility.""No, it's not. Both parents should raise their children and care for them together. It's not solely one person's duty," I argued defiantly."That's your opinion, Yv

I chuckled softly at Matt's nervous demeanor. "Don't mind me, I tend to think aloud most times," I reassured him. He nodded, his grip on his glass tightening perceptibly. "Where's Kayne?" he inquired, a hint of concern in his voice. I shrugged indifferently. "He should be in my room, I suppose." “Alright, maybe I should go check on him, if you don't mind," Matt suggested, his unease palpable. “That's fine by me, just make sure you both leave my room soon," I replied, rising from my seat and walking away without looking back. As I left, I sensed Matt's suspicious gaze following me. A few minutes later, he rose from his seat and headed straight to my room. Upon entering, he was met with the sight of Kayne writhing on the floor, clutching his stomach in agony. “What happened to you?" Matt exclaimed, taken aback by the scene before him. "Just help me stand!" Kayne barked, his voice tinged with pain. With a sense of urgency, Matt assisted him to his feet and guided him to the sofa.

Kayne returned home, feeling pain in various parts of his body, especially his stomach. He settled comfortably in his room with a bottle of alcohol in his hand. A knock sounded at the door. "Come right in," he ordered, adjusting himself. He wasn't wearing a shirt, only his shorts, and his hairy chest, arms, and legs were clearly visible. Kayne had a well-built body that could make any woman swoon, and he was adept at flaunting it around, making the women in his pack desire him intensely. One of the maids in the house entered his room with a tray holding a plate of fruits. She bowed humbly. "The queen asked me to get you this." Kayne smiled, pointing to the table in front of him. "Keep it over there and come right to daddy," he said. She gasped. Her name was Naomi. Naomi was an eighteen -year-old omega who had recently resumed her duties in the mansion following her mother's passing. Her mother had served in the mansion before her demise. In their pack, certain individuals were tas

Alexander drove his car and parked it in front of Geraldine's house, a different compound from where she had lived many years ago. As he walked, his hands deep in his pockets, his eyes scanned every corner, taking in the surroundings. The sound of birds whistling in the trees was loud and clear to his keen senses. Meanwhile, Geraldine was enjoying a cup of coffee in her living room when she sensed someone approaching. Her powers as a witch provided her with a keen sense of smell, and she sniffed the air, recognizing the familiar scent. With a giggle, she stood up, adjusting her clothes. A knock came at the door, and Geraldine wasted no time in responding to it. She gently rubbed her face, trying to contain her excitement as she dragged the door open. Her face broke into a warm smile as she saw Alexander standing there. Returning her smile, he teased, "Won't you invite me in?" His gaze fell to the threshold of the doorway. As a vampire, Alexander couldn't enter a house without being