Lahat ng Kabanata ng Wolves & Magic (Ambersky Pack Series Book 1-3): Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

[Sinful] Malik Red, yellow, and blue beams erupted from the ceiling’s revolving lights, illuminating the dance floor. My gaze wandered over the densely populated throng, moving and dancing to the DJ’s catchy tunes. In the VIP booth, the floor pulsed beneath my feet, and it was impossible to avoid the heat emanating from the throng. “Malik, man, what’s up with you tonight? For weeks, you turned us down when we asked you to hang out, and tonight you’re here. It’s like you’re not. You’re not drinking. Heck, you ignore the girls who throw themselves at you. What’s your problem, dude?” Chad yelled in my ear, giving me a friendly punch in the arm. Meanwhile, a blonde carbon copy of a Barbie doll rocked and rotated her hips on his crotch. I shrugged. He was right. I had been refusing to hang out with them, but they didn’t need to know the reason. With everything going on at home, it was hard to leave, knowing an attack could happen at any minute. Besides, if I started drinking with these

[Preparations] MALIK The feeling of bewilderment lingered in my stomach as I watched the wolf and her friends disappear. At first, I debated pursuing them, as it would have led me directly to their pack. That should have pleased my father, right? It ought to. Unless I pursued them and they caught me spying, which would not have been pleasant. My father always told me that a well-thought-out plan was the key to survival. And that was the truth. There was no telling what sort of torture I would have endured had I followed my instincts and gotten caught. So, what should I do? Instead of following them, the safest and best course of action was to go home and inform my father of what had happened. From there, we could plan to eliminate the wolves. I got in my car and drove in the opposite direction to where the wolves had disappeared. As I moved away from the club, the feeling of sickness faded from my stomach. It was replaced with growing adrenaline. The encounter left me feeling ener

[Where Is She?] SIERRA “Sebastian, something is wrong. It has been over two hours and our daughter hasn’t returned to the packhouse,” I told my mate as I barged into his office, ignoring the staring faces of his Beta, head warrior, and my Gamma. I narrowed my eyes at him in disbelief. “Did you even realize she wasn’t back yet? Or is hunting these hunters more important than your only daughter’s safety?” “Could you please give us a minute alone?” Sebastian told his men. He rose from his chair and rounded his desk. Ushering his men out the door, he then closed it behind them. “Sebastian, we need to go look for her and bring our daughter home,” I hissed. “How do you know she’s not just with her friends or on the roof avoiding me?” he asked. I huffed out a breath, my annoyance with my mate reaching a new crescendo. “Are you serious? So what if she didn’t tell us she found her mate or that he was a hunter? Have you forgotten your previous distaste for having a weak human for a mate?”

[The Alpha’s Chosen Luna] ARIELLA When I awoke, my eyes squinted against the bright light flooding the room. My head throbbed as if a gorilla wearing boxing gloves had been pummeling against my skull, whereas my throat felt so dry my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. I wasn’t sure how long I had been unconscious, but it felt like I had taken one hell of a beating before I came to. I hissed with pain as I pulled myself into a sitting position with my back pressing against the metal frame of a child-like bed, my fingers reaching up to find a silver collar around my neck. Muffled voices and sounds emitted under the door from outside the metal door. The room spun, but I could make out a metal desk and a metal chair next to the bed. A large metal tray held a metal pitcher of water and a metal cup. The room appeared to be some kind of holding cell. Suddenly, a bright light engulfed the room as the door opened, causing me to flinch and cover my face with my palms. When I lowered my

[Strange Pains] MALIK “Okay, that was the last of the holes and traps,” my father declared. “All we need to do now is cover them. This way, they won’t be noticeable.” I stood above the last hole, drenched in sweat from head to toe. I had sweat in places I never knew could perspire. My father grabbed a shovel and handed it to me. “Start packing in the dirt as tightly as possible,” he instructed. I did as I was told, though my arms felt like they would give out at any moment. After a few minutes, my father motioned for me to stop. He came over to check my work. “Good job,” he praised, before moving on to the next trap. It took us all day, but we covered all the traps with fresh dirt and debris. By the time we were done, it was almost dark out and our stomachs were growling loud enough to scare off any nearby game. My father picked up the shovel and slung it over his shoulder with a satisfied nod. “Now for dinner,” he said with a grin. After we washed up, our family sat around th