Second Chance for Revenge: The Reborn Luna. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

MAVERICKTHE BLACKWOOD MANOR"Orla, stop it." I didn't want to say the words, but I had to. I would never forgive myself if I took advantage of her in such a way. "Please, stop."Her fingers ran down my chest, my abdomen, and stopped at the waistband of my shorts. She looked like an angel as she sat atop me, watching me with heavy lidded eyes."Why?" The question came out so innocently. If I didn't know any better I would have thought that she wasn't the same person that had been seductively pressing herself against me for the past five minutes."I can't let you do this."Her face scrunched up, and she looked genuinely hurt by my words. "You don’t . . . want me?"I shook my head. "I didn't mean it like that, sweetheart." My member throbbed painfully, a reminder that if I didn't get away from her soon, I would end up doing the very thing I didn't want to. I shifted slightly to get comfortable, but only ended up bringing her right atop it.She gasped. "Oh." Her cheeks reddened even more

AUTHOR'S POVFLASHBACK: OVER 15 YEARS AGOA REASON FOR VENGEANCEUnlike most alphas who were simply born into the role and destined to inherit it when they were old enough, Angus Darke, Orla's father, had to fight his way to get the position. This was because he was the youngest son out of four male children, and so even his father didn't think that he would have been able to ascend. All the grooming and training was focused on his eldest brother, who showed a lot of promise.Until the day he died. Some said he had contracted some kind of plague that could affect werewolves, others thought that he was poisoned. So many rumors flew about then, and even he couldn't decipher which was true and which was simply a well told lie. All he knew was that since he was dead, someone else would have to step up as the next heir.Naturally, the role fell to the next in line, the second born. He, unlike his predecessor, wasn't as skilled, but Angus' father believed that he would grow into the role. A

ORLATHE DARKE RESIDENCE"So we finally have a wedding to plan. Thank goodness, I thought you were going to keep running in circles around him for ages," Ella said, sprawled over my bed and tracting something in the air with her finger.I, who was lying by her side, smiled, even though she couldn't see my face.To be honest, the whole prospect of finally getting married to him both excited and scared me. I actually wanted to be with him, yes, but it was still surrounded by uncertainty. For one, we still hadn't found Ryker's father, as well as Makila. How terrible would it have been for one of them to show up now?Although, deep inside of me, there was this ominous feeling that clung to my chest with a terrible vengeance. The feeling that I could sleep and wake up to my house on fire or even worse.My parents had recovered from the whole Ophelia episode, but the wounds inflicted on one's heart can be more powerful than any kind of physical injury or scar. Unfortunately, such wounds we

AUTHOR'S POVEverett came awake in a dark room. The damp, musty smell of the place hit him first, throwing him into a state of disorientation. For the first couple of minutes, he actually couldn't remember why or who he was, and why his nose kept coming across the most pungent smell ever. Something about the odor threw him off and activated his gag reflex.Rot. Blood. Flesh.His skin crawled in tandem with the flood of memories that assaulted his still awakening mind.He shot up to his feet wildly, remembering everything that had brought him here—wherever 'here' was. He had to find an exit, but first he needed to be able to understand where he was in the first place. His leg and foot slammed into wet, sticky things whenever he moved, and with every sickening squelch he felt, it made him get even more nervous.After a whole lot of struggling and tripping over more oddly shaped things that he couldn't decipher, he finally came into contact with a wall. There, he fumbled around, sear

MAVERICKTHE BLACKWOOD MANORWe gathered in my study, which had officially become the perfect spot for serious conversations. The 'we' included Makila, Orla, and myself. Makila still hadn't acquired the use of her abilities yet, and I made sure to always have the mixture with me at all times in case she ever suddenly got them back.Looking directly at her face made my skin crawl with discomfort, especially her hauntingly blue eyes that seemed to have a soft glow coming from them. I never envisioned myself casually sitting down in a room with my parents' murderer without actively trying to kill or execute her. It was why I wished that sometimes, I was a ruthless bastard that didn't care about much else in the world apart from my desires.Luckily for me, Orla was here as well, sending comforting glances my way. I'd opened up to her about my traumatic past with Makila, so she understood why I probably acted a certain way when it came to the witch.Light filtered into the large windows