All Chapters of The Luna's Mate: The Alpha King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Tonight, is a stranger night than most, because the moon is set so low that it looks like you could touch it if you raised your hand into the air. It’s already so big that it looks a lot larger than it normally is, and in a few days, it will be a full moon. That full moon will be so huge that it will block out most of the night sky. What is even stranger, is the fact that it is extremely hot out for May and the air is so thick with moisture that everything feels slick as I sit in my reclining chair. I stare out the window with an odd feeling of anticipation running through me. Perhaps it is because I sense something not quite right tonight. Or because there is danger in the air, and it is almost explosive. With my eyes glued to the woods in front of me, I silently watch a fawn follow its mother through the clearing. Sitting forward a little in my chair to get a better look, I watch as both the mother and the fawn move further. When they do, they move so deliberately that they

Hearing someone yelling in the background, I look over at Alpha Conroy and Beta Dean before scanning the room to investigate.  I have been patiently waiting all morning to call Arabella and was just about to, when I heard the commotion begin.  Laying my eyes upon Omega Terence and Omega Shelley over by the far wall, I can tell at once that they are in a heated argument and that is where the yelling is coming from. “How dare you!  You know that I had my heart set on that, and you just threw it out.  Does whatever I feel mean nothing to you?”  Shelley stares at Terence with tears in her eyes before stomping off.  Noting that there is something terribly wrong, I stand up from my chair and walk over to Terence before whispering so no one else can hear but the two of us, “You need to fix whatever is wrong.”  I stare down Terence to make sure he knows that I mean business and then after a few seconds, I take my eyes off him and co

“Thud” “Crash” Hearing a loud noise, I walk to her room quickly before taking in a deep breath and cautiously unlocking Arabella’s door with the key.  As I open the door, I take stock of everything around me and am painfully obvious of how destructive of a woman she is.  The pillows are shredded, the curtains are in piles all along the walls, and the minute I stare into her eyes, she comes running at me full force. “Damn you!  You are so” She exclaims before she meets with my chest and is forced to stop in mid-sentence.  I glance down at her eyes, before her heated gaze stares up at mine.  Raising her closed fists to my chest, she starts to beat on me.  Not caring if she hurts me, I let her pound away for a few minutes, till she seems to be all out of anger and then stops and closes her eyes before stating, “You are so cruel, you have to let me go.  My parents will be worried, and they will call the cops.  My fr

Just as soon as I close the door, she decides to place the book down on the desk next to her before picking up a glass from earlier in the day and lobbing it at me.  “How dare you!  I have been stuck in here without anything to eat and I am being treated like a prisoner.” She screams at me with fire in her eyes before picking up anything else she can find to throw at me. Shocked, I watch as she acts like a two-year-old now and flings everything within walking distance at me, even though three seconds earlier she was calm and collected.  Dodging expertly, I demand, “Stop!  Quit acting like a child.”  Pausing, she glares at me only to return to her work of destroying everything in the room. “Wow.  Really?”  I shake my head and decide to leave because this simply won’t do. The minute I turn around to leave, she stops and then asks in a timid tone, “Would you please stay?  I am sorry and I’m really hungry.”  The look o

After several hours of staring at the walls in my room, I decide to try and visit with her again.  Perhaps this time she won’t throw things at me.  Or things could take a turn for the worse.  One never knows with her. As I sit here scratching my neck, I walk to her room before I figure out what to say to her.  When I arrive, I unlock it and cautiously enter because it is too quiet.  I was wise to hesitate, because over the next few minutes, I am pummeled by a teenager’s fists on my arm and side.  This discourages me from doing anything for her.  Hell, at this point I don’t even want to see her face. She screams, “I hate you!  Everyone must be looking for me and you won’t let me go home.  My parent’s probably think I am dead!”  Now her face is so red that she looks like she could instantaneously combust. I don’t know how, but she has this tendency of making me so mad that I want to pull her pants down and spank