All Chapters of Red Moon: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

"Manu, open the damn door," Bianca shouted, pounding her fist like a mad woman. "No... it's okay," replied Emmanuelle in a weak voice. She'd had to put her hands on the edge of the sink and was struggling to keep her balance as she watched her eyes change color. Instead of the usual blue, blood-red lines appeared. She took deep breaths. Besides, she had to calm down quickly and find a way to get Bianca out of the house. However, she hadn't anticipated that the pain coursing through her would be so intense. "Are you going to be all right? Are you kidding me, or what? Open up!" shouted Bianca in panic. "I'm warning you, I'm going to call the boys, and I'm going to have this fucking door kicked in!" Emmanuelle grumbled under the new wave of pain that had just swept through her mind. She was trying as best she could to concentrate her soul mate bond towards her beloved and manage Bianca outside. She staggered and opened the door with a jerk. "Don't break my house," she re

Augustin was utterly shocked. It was the first time in his life that someone had dared to address him this way. If anyone else had come across him at that moment, they would have been able to tell that the blond vampire had turned paler than a dead man. Augustin felt a dull rage growing inside him as the young woman's words repeated themselves over and over in his mind. All he wanted to do at that moment was call Emmanuelle back and tell the rude person who had answered him like that what he was really thinking. "What nerve!" he murmured as he continued to stare at his phone screen. The electronic ringing signaling that his correspondent had just hung up echoed through this mystically charged place. "What... What audacity, what an odious character that is!" he said more forcefully before freezing in place. He straightened up, stiff as a board, and finally hung up the phone. He ran a nervous hand over his lips. The vampire couldn't understand why he took the young woman's words so

"If I have to wait any longer for your master's permission, I'll understand perfectly," Dhara pointed out coldly. The young woman couldn't contain the sarcastic smile on her lips and crossed her arms over her chest. Then she pointed at the vampire with her thumb without giving him a single glance. "If you were to go to your master for permission, you can take him with you. I'd find it unpleasant to have to stay by his side," she continued, pointing to the vampire with a shake of her head. "Excuse me?" asked an outraged Augustin before half-choking at the attitude the witch was adopting in front of him. Dhara rolled her eyes. She finally turned her gaze to the vampire and looked him up and down. "I feel no desire to converse with you nor even tolerate your presence. I heard what the mikos told you earlier. Besides, I could apologize and say I'm sorry, but there would be nothing sincere about my apology." "You are rude beyond measure," Augustin retorted through clenched teeth. The

( Three days later) Bianca was pacing up and down around the large sofa in the living room, covered with cushions in a Southern motif. To say she was a shadow of her former self was an understatement. Her eyes were haggard and rimmed with black. She watched over Emmanuelle day and night, leaving her only to ensure that the organization of Domaine Emmanuelle remained in order. The young woman had even refused to go home and borrowed her best friend's clothes for fear of leaving her unsupervised. So, whenever Emmanuelle drifted off into a deep sleep, Bianca kept herself busy by cleaning the house or tidying up purchase orders and other administrative paperwork. There was not a trace of dust to be seen, and the windows were so clean you'd swear you were looking straight out. All the cushions were puffed up and looked as if they'd just come off the factory floor, being patted by the young woman as she walked past. She had even gone so far as to mop the ceiling and walls to keep her min

"It's incredible," the healer murmured in wonder over the shoulder of a young redheaded woman. "Get out of the way," came the voice of the uniformed nurse. She was eagerly jotting down data on a notepad and getting annoyed at the commotion the healer was causing. "Can't you see how quickly Alpha Harry is recovering?" the healer murmured. The nurse stopped writing and turned her head in the direction of the man who was constantly disrupting her work. "What I see, Jason, is that he is still in a coma, and his vitals need to be followed scrupulously if I don't want my Alpha, Alpha Black, to rip my head off." Jason didn't have time to reply as she had already thrust her pen under the healer's collarbone to make him back off. "You are a wolf with healing powers... I am a nurse with medical knowledge and especially experience in wolfsbane poisoning and silver. All that to say, do not talk to me when I need to concentrate." Jason tugged sharply on his white jacket and finally stepped