All Chapters of One Luna, Three Hated Alphas: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

CHRIS The journey is longer than expected, perhaps the rider is doing it on purpose to get on my nerves. It's certain, I’m freaking paranoid, a loose ruler and maybe he wants to taste more of my bitterness. “Move this shitty carriage!” I yell through the opening and to the driver. The speed doesn't increase like it should, but it also doesn't remain the same. Just a slight difference, worthy enough to exclude him from being punished further. It takes a long while before the scenery begins to make sense. The pack houses and trees dispersion and landscape. We're in Orlando, alas! I exclaimed to myself. The pressure within me intensifies like an inflated balloon, almost sending my heart to shreds. I won't only be facing Nikki, but the three alphas and worse still, Aaliyah. How the heck can I work my way past the hurdles and moreover, go back to my pack with my mate, their Luna? I sigh. It would have been easier if she had gone to her home and not Aaliyah’s. It won't take a lot of c

MELLISSA For frustrating minutes that seem to drag by, I remain hidden, away from people, and away from my sin. I cover my face thoroughly with my scarf and double my pace. When I am far away from people's eyes, I take to my heels and divert into a small corner. Finding solace in the canopy of trees and shrubs and odd serenity, I begin to sob. My heart throb like hell and I don't fight the hurt and pain and sting. I remain on my butt and cry a river, my head is horribly banging and aching like shit. Crying to my satisfaction, I wipe my wet cheeks with my palms, get off the damp soil, and dust the butt of my dress with the back of my hands. And making sure no one is watching, I take a narrow path that disappears into the wild. Ever since I committed the grave sin against baby Hendrix, our lady, that was nothing but sweet to me and protective about me and to the entire back, I took to hiding. It's more like even though I get what I wanted from the sin, it isn't going to be worth it,

NIKKI I curl up in bed, like it's the safest place to be, and my bed sheet is half soaked with my tears, as I cry and sniff my way through. The banging in my head intensifies, with too much going on, I don't expect less. I thought I had moved on, I can't erase the fact that I despise him for what he did to me, and missed him every now and then, and that's it until he resurfaced. For a moment, I went numb, unsure of how to react. His obstinate self was been dragged out of the main house, as he struggled with the guards, his white dress was blood-stained and his body was bruised. He looked at me, his eyes beckoning to me without a word and I was totally paralysed. A part of me wanted to run to him and keep him warm from our body contacts and nurse him to recovery. And another part gladdens me as I watch him groan in pain. I knew it was Alpha Hudson, it had to be. He had promised to make him pay and he saw to it. I should probably thank him for watching out for me and ask that he do

SHELLY. There's a knock on the door, it's the normal time when Lady Agnes occasionally brings Petian to see me. She knows how obsessed and overly protective I am of her and she tries to ensure that I don't get too agitated. And to be honest, I’m usually expectant of their visit when it's almost time. I leave baby Hendrix in the cot that has now become his and go to get the door. On opening, I’m greeted by the purest smile in the world. Petian is standing by the door, barely reaching the knob as she extended her arms to hug me, so purely."Mama." she stutters, all smiley and smacking her lips together to make this odd childish sound. I blush, and a wave of affection sweeps over me. "Hello, pretty baby.” I squat to her level. “Come to mama.” I embrace her dearly, wrapping her in a bear hug. “I know you've missed her so much.” Lady Agnes teases. "Of course, you know I do.” I still don't take my eyes off the baby as I access her body for marks or scratches or...“Shelly, you would w

SHELLY. He went on and on until I had no more strength to continue. I simply quake in beneath him and moan for mercy, the same mercy I asked him to never grant me. And as he promised from the onset, he remains firm in his words. He bends me over, switching positions like a messed-up child and bringing me to tears. After a while, he lets me be, but I’m certain it isn't because he's exhausted. He settles on the floor and levels my naked skin on himself, skin to skin, providing the best warmth and tender touches. I sniff his masculine scent that's now mixed with a fine blend of our juices in the cold night’s air. His sudor that's sweet smelling rather than a stench to me. Weak and satisfied but greedy regardless, I nestle like a baby in his arms. Just cuddling and mild romance would do, so long as I feel him on myself. His warmth is enough to keep me from the cold, and his muscles, were my shield from the wild. I rub on the bare of his arm, stroking my fingers along its length. Inde