All Chapters of Serenity Rising : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Alpha Sam POV After Henry told me I could execute that bitch I felt myself and Spear relax a little. At least this part of my life could be behind me. I could tell Gabriel was not happy with the decision and they were all having a conversation about it at the end of the table. I would have doubts too, but they had no idea how I felt. No idea that I had another mate out there I had been hurting for over twenty years thanks to my blindness and foolishness. This she-wolf hurt my pup, my fated mate and my pack members... all to satisfy her own greed and need for status and power. It makes me sick to my stomach to even think about it. How could I not see it. Ren places her hand on my shoulder, and I turn to look at her. “Are you sure daddy? If you can't, I won't be mad or judge you.” she says, and I can see the worry for me in her eyes. She worries that I can't do this, and it will change me. It probably will, but not in the way she is assuming. I place my hand on her cheek and rub my t

Alpha Sam’s POV The pack were all mulling around, eating, enjoying themselves as I march up the centre isle of the seating. The cold evening air was beginning to drop in temperature, and we needed to get on with this before it was too late. Ren is already sitting on the edge of the stage, with her team scattered around her. Myles is sitting next to her as she leans her head on his shoulder. Bloody pup needs to watch his ass, cos if he doesn’t take a giant step back from my underage pup, there is going to be more than one murder here tonight. Spear snarls loudly, alerting the pups to our approach. Ren snaps her head up and looks at me with a smile that would melt any father's heart. A smile that says she loves me and is supportive of me in this decision. I nod lightly to her, and she reciprocates. As we near, I glare at Myles as I pass, but the little shit just smiles. He has his arm around my pup's shoulder, and I want nothing more than to tear it off and beat him with it. Camron i

Sheryl’s POV I can't fucking believe this. That fucking moron rejected me. ME! Is he out of his damn mind?! I have been locked up here for days with no shower, no nothing! I AM HIS LUNA! I was fated to be with him. He should be fucking thankful I didn’t reject his ass first. I know how hot I was when we met. I still am. I may be older, but I just got better and better. I have been pacing this cell for two days, waiting for him to come back. I get that he is mad, but he doesn’t understand! I remember meeting him. I had been a member of Whitetip pack, living with my parents, trying to fuck my way into Alpha Darrius’s Luna position. I had him exactly where I wanted him. He would have marked me. He was a strong and powerful Alpha with muscle that rippled under my fingertips when he pounded into me. He made me feel like a woman. He had been fucking for a year, since I turned seventeen, when that damn asshole had to show up and ruin it for me. They came for some meeting or another, somet

Serenity's POV From the second she stepped onto the stage, my heart rate increased. I knew I had nothing to fear any longer, but the instinct to retreat was still very much alive and well within me. I take a deep breath and lock my fingers together behind my back. 1... 2... 3... I count in my head, breathing heavily through the fear rising within me. warmth spreads across my back, and I feel his presence behind me. His large warm hand enveloped mine as I maintained my death grip on my hands. 'Breath... breath for me, Se. She can not hurt you. I'd never let her get near you. never again, my Alpha.' Myles says through the mind link. I take in large breaths, trying not to let my fear show. Miles runs his thumb over my hands, and I allow myself to sink into the tingles playing across my skin. I square my shoulders and try to refocus on everything happening. 'Thank you, Myles. I'm OK. I promise. I just want this over.' I tell him, and watch as my father steps forward, radiating anger.

Alpha Sam's POVMe, and my unit, stand in a circle, watching as the flames roar in front of us. no one says a word. thus is not a funeral, and this bitch deserves none. we brought canisters filled with fuel and doused her in it before lighting the bitch on fire at the closest rogue pire. we have a few dotted around the pack. the smell serves as a nice warning to those who chose to try to attack us. We have lived in peace for so long that nowadays, it's a small burned patch on the earth, forever smelling of rotten, burned flesh. the crackle of the fire and the rustle of nearby woodland animals fleeing from the blaze are the only sounds. I know I'm supposed to feel something now. maybe even grief, however irrational it may be... but I don't. Now my anger has faded, although I am sure it will never fully go away. Now, all I have left is exhaustion and numbness. I push my hands into the pockets of my black slacks. I hate wearing formal clothing, but being Alpha calls for it far more than