All Chapters of Feral Hearts: Luna Rising : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

It was once a feeling of relief that gripped Aaron's chest after he'd found his sister and carried her in his arms. But after meeting the horrid sight of Nicholas and the innocent life he'd just taken, Aaron's chest became gripped and overwhelmed with rage, burning with an unnerving sense of disdain and the desire to kill Nicholas. The whistling sound of the cool night breeze filled the air and blew everywhere. Yet, it was a hot, stinging air that brushed against his skin, as if his anger was burning off his body like hot steam. At Nicholas’s utterance, “She's mine.” Aaron's teeth clenched so hard that his veins bulged at his temples.He withdrew his blazing glare from Nicholas, and they turned soft as he gazed down on his unconscious sister, looking pale as she lay in his arms.“You ruined her life, Nicholas.” Aaron began, his tone low and heavy with foreboding dread. He slowly lifted up his head to meet Nicholas, his eyes now cold, his face hardened with unwavering scorn for the

Fiona’s eyes widened in terror as Nicholas’s words hung in the air, his burning gaze igniting an unyielding wave of submission within her. Yet, she felt a cold shiver run down her spine as his hand remained on her neck, his touch both soothing and unsettling.“What...what do you mean?” Fiona stammered, trying to process the Alpha’s declaration.Nicholas let out a subtle but foreboding smile as he spoke coolly to her. “You are mine now, Fiona. My pack, my protection, my servant. You will do my bidding, and in return, I won't only be giving your life a purpose, but you'll also be stronger and more fierce than you could ever imagine.”Fiona gulped hard, her mind reeling as she struggled to comprehend the Alpha’s words. “No...I won't,” she whispered, a spark of defiance igniting within her.Nicholas’s jaw tightened a frown.“No?” He asked, his voice steady but icy cold. “You don't have a choice. But do not worry, you will learn.” He let go of her neck and stood above her. Looking down at

Few moments back, when Kimberly had bitten Aaron, unaware of the drastic harm it could cause, Clark had sprinted to his brother’s side.The utterly agonizing pain of her bite had scared the crap out of Aaron as he reeled from the torment, wheezing as the muscles in his arms constricted tightly. His eyes burned red with intense pain, and with the thought of the implications haunting him in his mind.“What have you done, Kimberly…” Clark whispered as he gazed in horror, at the macabre wound on his brother’s arm, which was already seeping black blood.It was a known fact: That the hunter's blood was completely immune to Lycanthropy, but that was not the issue in this case. The major issue was another fact of life and death —A werewolf bite was not only excruciatingly painful to Hunters, but it could also cause instant death as long as the venom from the werewolve’s fangs is coursing through the victim's blood.However, these hunters, especi

Later, Clark and Aaron arrived at their house. After many minutes of pacing round the kitchen space, hesitating and contemplating on how to break the disappointing news to their formidable parents, Clark finally gulped down the last of the scotch from the glass in defeat.“We might as well just get it over with.” Aaron suggested from where he stood before the fireplace. “We did our best, but she made her choice.” His voice firm, his posture stoic, and his face impassive as it glistened by the dancing flames.“Mother didn’t ask us to give her a choice, and she most definitely didn’t ask us to do our best!” He shot back, his eyes blazing fiercely with impending rage.“Do you have any other ideas, then?” Aaron replied coolly, slowly narrowing his eyes to his brother, and then back to the fireplace.Clark didn’t respond, but fixed his gaze on the half bottle of scotch laying on the kitchen granite before him. “Fuck!” He exclaimed in deep frustration, drifting his gaze to the window.“I sh

Back at the Alpha’s mansion, Kimberly wandered through the grand hall, her eyes feasting on the stunning artwork that adorned the walls. She found each piece to be a masterpiece, but one painting in particular captured her attention. She came to halt and turned to stand before it. She became mesmerized by a poignant portrait of a majestic wolf. Its somber expression was a reflection of its feral and untamed spirit. The artist’s masterful brush strokes render the wolf’s thick fur in exquisite detail, with shades of brown and bronze dominating the palette. Except for the piercing bright golden eyes that seem to glow with an inner light, burning with a fierce intensity, as if longing for a distant moon or for a forgotten freedom.She felt an inexplicable attraction towards that one painting. Kimberly's gaze locked onto the wolf’s, its eyes drawing her into its hauntingly beautiful world as it gleamed like lanterns in the dark, she barely heard Nicholas's footsteps as he approached her