All Chapters of Destined By The Moon Goddess : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Malia's POV Pain. Just raw pain. That was what I felt as I departed from the building in the same manner that we had come. I was thankful at least that I didn't end up killing him, but leaving him had its fair share of pure pain, and it hung in my heart, suffocating me. " Get in", Hans commanded, pushing me towards the truck, and that got me angry, more angry than I thought I could ever be. Everyone including myself knew so well that I wasn't a match to Hans, that me getting into a fight with him would basically mean I was taking up a suicide mission, but with all that in mind I still attacked. If I end up dying - fine, if I survive the fight - still fine, if I somehow miraculously win - great. I jumped on him, shapeshifting mid air and catching him unawares, but he was fast to notice and in a flash, dodged the claws that were heading straight to his face. I landed and turned immediately to get back to him, pushing everyone out of my way, but someone held me from behind

Patricia's POV The Maester was great. That is all I can say. He was a beast, and he handled me so roughly that I cried with joy. " What have you made me do?" he asked after he had cummed inside me, falling on top of me as he did. His weight over me felt suffocating but at the same time pleasant, and even though I felt the urge to push away from my body, I didn't. " You liked it, that is all that matters", I said, lingering near his ear to make it as seductive as possible. He got up a little and stared right into my face, an unreadable expression was in his face, and it took me time to observe that he was probably feeling guilty. " What is it? Feeling guilty of doing what you liked?" I asked him, feigning annoyance. " That's not it, I just.......I just feel like I'm betraying my late wife", he said. " Dude! You're feeling guilty for fucking me", I thought to myself. " You are not betraying anyone, and your wife in question is not here, she is no more so you have to

Diego's POV I kept thinking about Malia. I was totally restless knowing fully well that she was with that werewolf that had tried to kill me and my father, but the only thing that kind of gave me an assurance was the fact that the Assembly forbade any harm from befalling any of us and that gave me a little amount of solace. But still, I couldn't help but worry about her because that guy seemed like someone who would do things without even caring about the consequences. I was locked up in a room in the Maester's quarters, all alone, with a bed in the middle of the room, and a table and chair on the side. I could feel the presence of two people outside, probably keeping me guard in case I tried to escape. I ran my finger through my neck, trying to spot the area where Malia had bitten me earlier, and I found it. The bite was all healed but I could feel the new scalp on my skin. They were four in total, and even felt a bit too large in diameter. I was grateful that the mating pr

" I thought you would never wake up", Patricia said and I forcefully got up, breathing furiously, " who knew you could be such a sleeping beauty", she said, getting up from the bed. " Well, the only reason I waited this long for you to wake up was just to inform you that your dog; sorry, your mate, Malia, would be coming to see you by the end of a weekend as instructed by the Assembly. So, remain a good boy until then. See you later", she said and left, locking the door behind her as she left. I carefully scanned the room. There was only a single Iron bed in the room and nothing else. There was no window, or restroom, or chair, just the bed. I wondered where the place was and why the council would decide to send me there, and even if they had decided on sending me there why was Patricia the only member of the council that was present? Something definitely seemed off. I still couldn't remember how I got there, and wondered if I was sleeping in the car throughout the drive. I clearl

Was it Diego? Hell no, it was his father, but he damn looked exactly like his son. If Diego had been the one staring at him, it would feel like looking at a mirror; just that the mirror would have a moustache and curly hair that was even better than his bland face and plain boy haircut. It absolutely felt like deja Vu. " Um, yeah, yeah, I'm faaaaaaaine", she was about to let go of hid grip, forgetting that her legs were still stunted and her back was still angled perpendicularly. Yeah, I was inside her, muted, shut out, somewhere inside, but still very much able to know what was going on even though I had no control whatsoever of her actions or whatever was going on - just like old times, back at the picnic memory. She was about to fall even harder as she threw her handbag upwards in a reflex action, her right leg moving up to form an angle of 95% while her left one stayed put to the ground, and for whatever reason it may be, her mouth was terribly wide open. He surg