All Chapters of Mating Moon - Asara Pack: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I slid off and onto the floor. Crouching in my thin chemise. Knowing that the meager light concealed very little. The wolf leapt forward and snatched at my shoulder. Teeth skimming enough to leave deep scratches along my shoulder and ripping open a scab along the side of my neck. Shredding one shoulder of my chemise. I turned onto my side and put two feet in its chest to throw it back. Fumbling on my nightstand for a weapon. The wolf lunged forward and caught the hem of my chemise near my thighs. Dragging it out and pulling me flailing from the bedstand. As it yanked me flat over the floor. I bit back a scream, worried about alerting the King’s Guard too early. My fear was beginning to make fur seep from my pores. Lifting the roots of my hair, as it ruffled in malcontent. My she-wolf badly wanted to come to the fore to defend me. I stomped her down. The wolf stepped over my legs and brought its fierce jaws down to look at me.

That sickened me and made me tremble with fear. I can’t do it. Not after last night. We reached my chamber and I hesitated outside it as he turned to go in. He took off his helmet. Exposing ruffled blonde hair and a sweaty brow. Which was currently furrowed. “What’s wrong with you?” I blinked at him. He caught my upper arm and pulled me into the chamber. I resisted, tugging away immediately and glaring at him. He snatched my waist and lifted me. Setting me inside the door. Which he was now closing. Sealing us inside. Alone. “I need to talk to-” He cut himself off as he tilted his head questioningly at me. “What’s wrong with you?” “What are you talking about?” I snapped. “Are you well?” He reached to put a hand on my shoulder. I dodged it. Ducking and moving out of reach in a long sidestep. He gave me an assessing look. “You stink of fear. What’s

I could think of nothing but him. Alaric. I moved through the solar and down into the Parlor but no matter where I went, I could see his yellow eyes glowing in the dark as he ducked beneath a branch to crouch before me. He’d been out there. Doing whatever he does. And my wolf had ran straight to him. Why is it always him? Of all the places I could go, all the people I could seek sanctuary with, why is it always him? I could hear his voice in my mind. “Because I’m your mate.” I shook that away. Banishing that thought. I was leaning against the window frame. Staring out. I felt a warm presence. Freezing as I saw strong arms wrapping the outsides of mine. Hands covering mine so when I jerked, I couldn’t leave that windowsill. I could feel the hard press of his body all along mine. The rigid length of his root already against my backside. Ready to enter me.

I found myself inching up onto the windowsill. Yearning to come out. I balanced on my paws, teetering precariously. I looked down and assessed the drop from my chambers. Growling faintly in growing aggravation as I dropped back inside. Pacing further. I paced until I was so exhausted that I laid down and fell asleep on the cool floor. My head resting on my paws. When I awoke this time, I was a naked woman on the floor of my chamber, my head on the back of my hands. As I lifted it, I found what had awakened me. A maid had cracked my door and now stared at me in astonishment. “Get out!” I shouted at her. Enraged that she would intrude. I saw two knights peering through the crack in the door behind her. Glimpsing my bare backside and legs. “I said, get out!” She fumbled to set down a platter of food on a table near the door before sliding back out and pulling the door closed. I stood. Pulling on a loose, flowing gown. I couldn’t r

They’d barely declared my sweet old king dead. And all my fears were running rampant. I worried that perhaps this was what the NightHunter wolf had been waiting for. What if he’s going to return now? But it was the same fear I’d had every night since the beast had left. My long skirts swished around my legs as I paced my chambers. I was locked inside it, and still found myself watching the door fearfully. But the footstep I heard at the bottom of the stairs was one I knew. Not him either. Don’t come up here. Don’t come up here. I had one hand cradling my tossing stomach. I was chewing on the thumbnail of the other hand. All my willing was inundated by the hammering of an armored fist on the large wooden door. Alaric. He’s come for me. Thinking he can claim me, unchallenged, now that my King is dead. “Go away!” “Unlikely.” He scoffed. Banging on