All Chapters of THE SICK ALPHA AND HIS LYCAN LUNA: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~CIARA~I stepped out of the room I had been in on the fourth day. I was much better and could move around as well. I decided to take a look around. I caught a scent as I came out but just then, I heard the sound of the door locking. It was Noah at the door. The door had so many locks and alarm systems that even if a burglar thought of this place as one to be robbed, the burglar would be confused as to where to touch so as not to let on an alarm. Noah was carefully putting each latch into the lock until he was done with the last one. Why does it have that many locks? “Woah!” Noah was careful to take his hand off before touching something wrong, but he sighed, smiled, and put his arms on his hips. He rustled his hair back and stared at me and the move made me almost melt into a puddle at his feet. He smelled so good and he still wore

~CIARA'S POV~I didn't know what I was until I turned sixteen. I kind of already knew I was a supernatural being, my grandma who I had lived with since I was old enough to walk told me my dad was a werewolf and my mum a lycan, which had seemed fictional and surreal to me, I had laughed. I was seven at the time and I acted older than my age. I wasn't the type who believed in things like that. My Nana had stared at my reaction.‘I need to put the fear of the goddess into you as she had said.’Nana always referred to the higher deity as ‘goddess’ but I didn't understand it then.She had then taken me to a ritual dance at night to see how ‘my kind’ looked like. It was a festival of some sorts, many art were being displayed, gory at best, a man was giving a prophecy about someone who would bridge the gap between t

~MARIA'S POV~*FLASHBACK*My studies on supernatural creatures had brought me here, to this small American town which is said to be home to werewolves. My mother had always scolded me for having an overactive imagination. She was a realist, and she felt it ridiculous that the village in Rome where I grew up had such beliefs and even harbored an antipathy toward such creatures.No, werewolves don't exist.There are no vampires. She would say to my never ending questions.Unlike the parents of other children, she never once mentioned to me that Santa Claus came down the chimney to bring me gifts for Christmas. She always told me she had bought them herself.

~AVA'S POV~The pack was in disarray and in need of their Alpha. Alpha Noah had done the most irresponsible thing— eloping with his mate and leaving his pack unattended to.It was hard enough keeping things intact when a spy was brought in from the borders to the packhouse.We were still having our trainings to keep the younger wolves fit and more in control during the next full moon but I could see the unease even in their young ones eyes.They knew better not to ask for the whereabouts of their Alpha but they got home and told their parents their fears that the Alpha had run off.Every day since he left, I had to entertain questions of where he was and when he would be back. I was getting really frustrated but I tried my best to quell their fears but it was only getting very difficult because I didn't have the authority or the voice of an Alpha to shut these werewolves up.The Beta of the pack, Ross, was completely useless since he had found his mate. Riley was the next but he was o

~NOAH'S POV~Maria's weekend house had big windows that let in plenty of light in the morning. I had tried to keep my feelings of paranoia aside because of Ciara. But still, I felt windows were a little too many that I always felt it would be easy to be spied on. I pushed aside my concerns, smiling contentedly, I took a sip of my coffee and relished the quiet environment. Maria laughed at something Ciara had said as she sat across from me. "You should have seen the look on his face!" Ciara laughed. Maria answered with a smile. I grinned, pleased that my friend and mate were getting along so nicely. Our outdoor brunch was the ideal way to begin our day in Italy. At that moment, Maria's phone began to ring from inside the house. She got up from her chair and apologized, saying, "Excuse me, I'll just go grab that." While she was gone, Ciara and I carried on our conversation. It was barely a minute later that Maria was back, her brow furrowed and she was still holding the phone in one h