All Chapters of The Alpha and the Rental Luna: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

[Apple]This has to be a trick or a hallucination because none of this makes sense. Hazel’s words cannot be true. I can’t be a witch. “But I grew up in Pleasant Valley, California.” I groan as I turn my head from side to side and my hair emits amber sparks, my skin glowing and my eyes shining beacon bright. “A HUMAN ONLY community. They have hex-blockades and supe detectors installed in the roads leading into town," my voice is growing louder and as I blush in frustration, my skin's hue slowly blooms to match the flowers in my hair. "How can I be a witch if I grew up in a place like that?" "Witches are good at hiding." Hazel shrugs. "I'm sure your mother had her reasons for hiding you so far from your own kind. But now you've found us again," she makes it all sound like a celebration, like something to be happy about, but all I feel is despair. Just a few moments ago I knew who I was. Now, I have no idea who or what I am. Hazel’s twinkling eyes glimmer as she moves my hair aside t

[Apple]Haven. A safe place. Home. A place where you belong. Both of these words are loaded with so much meaning. The only safe haven I have had in my life was with my mother, and right now, as my eyes full adjust to the wonder before me, I wish more than anything to have her with me right now.I have so many questions. Questions that only she can answer. Questions like--” Why didn’t you tell me that we are witches?” and “Did your heart yearn for my father the way my heart yearns for Sly?” As my eyes come into focus, I find myself in a large, cavernous room. It is almost more like a cave than a structure, and I have a feeling that some type of magic was involved in its creation. The entrance sits above it all, looking down into a valley of sparkling lights that glow with the rainbow variety of life. The space is large, easily as big as a convention center, broken into parts for various elements of life--shopping, eating, playing, and living their regular lives. It's several city

[Apple]My attackers quiver, their legs shaking as their eyes widen. One pisses himself as the wolf takes a step forward. Neither of them moves, frozen in place, unable to react beyond unintelligible whimpers. Snapping forward his maw opens wide, his teeth dripping with saliva.He can't mean to kill them? Can he? What if someone found out? Taking a step toward the wolf to say something, I kick a discarded soda can. The wolf's head swivels, and his eyes, black from pupil to sclera, turn enough for me to see that the wolf has taken over completely. If there is a man inside, he's not there. All that is left is the beast. I place a hand on his shoulder. "Sly. Please." Sniffing me he growls and then turns back to the men. He can smell them on me and he doesn't like it. He takes another step forward, snapping his teeth, spit flying from his muzzle. "Rufus, you don't need to do this!" I beg, although part of me wonders why I'm trying to defend these witches who only moments before were

[Sylvester]I have never felt so content, so whole and so terrified at the same time. As I curl up next to her, placing my face against her healing mark as I pull her into my arms, a cord of connection snaps tightly between us and I know that she is mine forever. Mine. I never want to leave this room. Leaving means dealing with reality. And I'm just not ready to do that yet. I want to stay here, lying next to her, bathing in our combined scent. "Her scent is much stronger now," Rufus remarks. "Almost wolflike."He isn't wrong. If I didn't know better, I'd say she was a wolf, not a witch. Hopefully, that will help me hide the truth from the pack."What if she is more than just a witch?" Rufus suggests. "What if there is more to our mate than just one side?""What you're suggesting would be even worse," I snarl scolding him for even insinuating that she might be something truly taboo, something that could get us both outcasted. "This is already complicated enough.""But if...what if

[Apple]I have never been so nervous before. "Calm, Luna," Rudy places his hand on mine and I feel a wave of peace relax my anxiety. Rudy's always had a calming presence, but now it is amplified somehow. He smiles, knowing what I am thinking. It must be a "werewolf thing". Now that I'm bonded to Sly, I'm discovering a lot more "werewolf things." happening with me and my body. I didn't realize that deepening my relationship with Sly would be a catalyst to becoming something else. I know that he marked me to save my life, but am I still me or am I becoming someone else?Whatever is happening to me, I need to figure it out soon. I need to talk to Hazel, but I am afraid to see her since I ditched Hawthorne and then fell into bed with Sly. Or maybe the witch who helped heal me, Grandmother Araminta. How do I find her? Maybe Rudy knows?I open my mouth to say something when I hear my name called. Blinking, I see Sly, backlit with studio lights, reaching out a hand for me to join him on st