All Chapters of The Lunas Second Chance Mate: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

AlysonI have been able to live without the wolfsbane in my bloodstream but that doesn't mean I am allowed to access my wolf. Olivera is oddly protective of me and refuses to let any healer look over me, let alone give me a dose of that poison that prevents me from being able to mind-link my mate. He has grown smarter, using silencing stones in the form of bracelets that line both of my wrists.I've gotten tired of fighting the bracelets off and instead I have been trying to play docile, not fighting when the rogue Alpha parades me in front of his rogues, forcing me to be present in meetings and war-talks. From what I've heard, Crowalt clan has successfully been pulled from the battle against the elders. Instead, Olivera uses his rogues to fight to board.My mind spins while trying to keep up with everything, the white and silver bracelets on my arms weighing me down as I sink to the floor, leaned back against the wall in the Alpha's bedroom, imagining another night of shameless kissi

RyanNo matter her departure, I know my mate and I know what she had wanted from me. I cannot bare to mourn her much longer. It has been agonizing so far. For now I allow that pain to subside and instead, I force myself toward the Wilshire mountains, to the spot that Fritz described to me. He hadn't wanted to admit the atrocity, but the news of my mate had pushed him over the edge of the truth.I have to see it for myself, my wolf pressing me further and further through the valleys until my warriors beg for us to take a break. They plead through the link, exhausted and worn down from the run, but I have yet to break a concerning sweat.I allow them a moment to collect themselves, my eyes are stuck on the mountain in question, a gaping cave sat above it all, normally useless to the world but for now, it's the one spot I need to be in.Collecting my warriors, I force them back on their feet and we take off again, making a climb through the wintery conditions. My heart aches. I want to h

Alyson Olivera has to drag me out of the packhouse, stowed away underground and letting out into the wild woods of the forest. I aim to pull free of his hands, gripped tightly around my arms and my hips, trying to maneuver me in every single way he desires. He is frustrated with me, and I find solace in making him mad. It makes me feel like I've won a war, even if it is a small one. "Cut it out," the rogue Alpha barks. He yanks me forward, catching me when I trip over his back heel. "I'm sick of your persistence, blood pet." I fight to break my wrists free, tearing my arms backwards but he somehow keeps his grasp tight. It pisses me off. I snap finally, kicking at his knee, resulting in me landing back into the grass, my dress riding up far too much on my hips. The rogues all stare intently now, circled around the sight of the shameless Luna. I look aside, forcing my dress hem down. "Leave her behind, Alpha, I'll take good care of her,

Alyson Olivera practically shoves me into the bed, the sheets still messy from this morning and his exit to wake me up on the floor nearby. I want to erase the rest of this day from memory, but it's impossible to ignore. Everything has gone to hell today, even meeting with Marshal and hearing him admit the truth; he and the elders are no better than Jennifer and Jacob were to me. What's worse is that deep down, somewhere way deep in my conscious, is that I truly believed the elders were innocent, and I wanted Olivera to see that. In all reality, he was right. He said the elders were keeping captive rogues, testing on them and hurting them, and I didn't believe it. I should have; maybe this wouldn't hurt so much if I had. I sob quietly into the pillow, ashamed of my elder allies. "Lunch is served in the dining hall, Alpha," a lone warrior hums. Olivera ruffs a reply, sitting beside me on the edge of his warm, soft bed. His hand rests on t

Alyson Ryan holds me at last. It feels just like I had recalled, just as I had dreamed about for so long, and I groan when he shifts, praying he isn't intending on getting up. His arms pull me back up into his lap, curled up on the couch in our suite, laid out under a heavy, furry blanket that feels more like a shield than anything else right now. The fire burns nearby in the fireplace and the smell of burnt cedar swarms the room. It reminds me of the woods where I was assaulted a few days back. "Stop it," Ryan hums, his wolf growling through his voice gently, his mind heavy on my thoughts. I have missed him in my mind-link. It feels comfortable having him back in my head. "Please, think of positive things, darling. You're back here with me." "And what of—" I cough slightly, choking on my inhale. "—Olivera?" "He's in the barracks," he says simply. He hasn't spoken of the rogue Alpha yet. I have heard murmurs though