All Chapters of The Alpha and the Rental Luna: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

[Apple]Sitting at my desk, drinking a cup of coffee, and shouting into a phone, Alexis looks poised, professional, and every inch the Luna in charge. She raises her eyes briefly to look at the two of us and then proceeds to ignore us, returning to her call. The nasty bitch who peed all over my room just snubbed me. I'm usually not a violent person, but I have a sudden urge to claw out her eyes. "Excuse me," I almost raise my hand to get her attention but remember myself. "Um...Hi, I'm..."Irritated, she closes her phone and addresses Rudy, ignoring my presence entirely. "Oh, you're finally here," she holds up a stack of papers. "Can you run these down to accounting?"To his credit, Rudy doesn't flinch. In his calm, easy-going way he says. "I'm sorry, Ms. Greystone, but you have the wrong office. I'm sure you'd be more comfortable in one of the visitor's suites down the hall. Do you need me to escort you?" Alexis raises her eyebrow. "No, I am not mistaken, Beta. This is MY office. I

[Apple]I could see the rage brewing in Sylvester's eyes even before he took a step toward his Beta. Rudy immediately falls to his knees before the Alpha, his head bowed, prepared for the worst. "Explain now, Beta." There is nothing Rudy could say that would save him from some kind of terrible punishment. He is responsible for keeping me safe when the Alpha cannot, and I was harmed by Alexis on his watch. "It's all my fault," he begins, telling everything from how we entered the room and how he failed to keep Alexis from putting her hands on me. The longer he spoke, the more tense Sylvester became, holding onto me so tightly I might burst from the pressure. Wolves, I've learned, are very possessive. Especially Alpha wolves. Hazel had warned me about this when I first started this position, that once he considered me "his", Sylvester would be unable to keep himself from being as brutal as he deems necessary when it comes to protecting me.It won't matter that Rudy did his best. It w

[Sylvester]Our blended scents warming on my skin gives me a sense of calm I have never experienced before. It's like a drug, a dangerous, addictive drug. I was lying before when I said I needed her to smell like me. The truth was, I needed us to smell like one another. I crave her scent on my skin."We were so close to mating her," Rufus grumbles, disappointed that we hadn't taken our scent marking further. "All we needed was 5 more minutes.""She said no sex," I remind him. "No means no." "Something tells me she may be persuaded to change her mind," he flashes me a memory of her panting as I licked her nipple, her hands buried in my hair. The way her body ground into mine, our most intimate spots barely separated by the barest of barriers. "She was so close to saying yes."Groaning, I grow harder as I remember the salty sweetness of her skin between my teeth. I want to devour her, to lick her core until she melts in my hands. I need to calm my mind or I'll have to pull over and reli

[Apple]The alley is dark and cold. I don't know this part of town, I'm not sure where I'm going, all I know is that I need to get away from those women. Wandering, I let my feet take me down the alley, onto the street, and around again until I end up somewhere completely different.I don't know where I am, but my chest hurts too much for me to care. "They hate me," I kick a rock and watch it skip into a puddle. "Of course they do. I'm a complete fraud." The air is cold, clean, and moist. It must have rained while I was inside because all of the surfaces are a little damp, including a small broken chair leaning up against a wall. It makes a squelching sound as I sit, not caring if the water leaks into my sweatpants or not. Closing my eyes, I place my face in my hands. Folding in half, I let everything go--every fear, every heartbreak, every moment of uncertainty pours from me, as I consider everywhere I've been and what I'm being asked to do. It's all too much. I wasn't a good enou

[Apple]I cannot remember a time when I last slept so safely. I cannot remember much about my time with my mother before she married Doc, except for the smell of her body and her warmth wrapped around me as I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. It is one of my clearest memories of the time before everything went gray. She smelt like mint and fresh-cut wildflowers. Waking up next to Sylvester felt similar, but different in so many ways. Firstly, I do not remember ever sleeping with my mother nude. Nor did she have biceps large enough to be pillows. Or a downy chest to warm my face. She didn't smell like warm nights resting by a fire while drinking green tea. And she didn't purr contentedly like a giant cat while she slept. And yet both these moments feel like home. But I shouldn't let myself get too comfortable. I am after all just a fake Rental Luna pretending to be his real true love and fated Luna in a ridiculous plan to help Sylvester save his pack. "Rest," he kisses my tem