Todos los capítulos de Under the Shadow of the Moon: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

AlecAt this rate, it’s starting to feel like I’ll never have a normal day no matter how much I try to fix things. I step out of the car and slam my door on the way out. My Beta is already here, and since I don’t see him anywhere around, I’m guessing he’s inside the house. Margaret’s neighbors are all lingering outside, waiting to be given some information. They’re currently forming a circle around the house, and some of our Gammas are standing before them, armed to inflict fear. They can’t come in this house, not if what I’ve been told is true. There are four other people inside the house, and my Beta is standing next to the body. My heart sinks at the sight of the pool of blood around this woman’s head. I move closer, my footsteps loud in the too-quiet house. My Beta looks up and says, “Well, we’ve got a serious problem in our hands.”“What happened exactly?” I ask. “She called the emergency number in case Delaney Waters showed up, but she didn’t say much else before the call e

Delaney"Look at me," Alec pleads after a lengthy moment of silence has passed. "You have to leave before the worst happens. They're searching for you all over now, and I won't be able to protect you. More Alphas are involved. It's going to be a mess just like it was the first time.""Protect me?" I hear myself ask. "I thought that you were done with me."His face hardens imperceptibly, and he lets his arm fall to his side. "I thought I was, but whenever I think of cutting you off for good, I can't."I fall silent at this. He's here to warn me, and I'm trying to take jabs at him. None of this is his fault, and up to now, it's clear that all he did was try to protect me in his own way. "I'm sorry," I say after a few seconds have passed. I stare into his eyes when I add, "I shouldn't have said that. It was insensitive. I know that you're just trying to help me, for some reason.""Will you leave?" he asks. "I can make all the arrangements. All you have to do is leave. This won't end wel

AlecHer taste floods my mouth as she comes, clenching tightly around my fingered and I lap it all up like I’m dying of thirst. Before this moment, I was and hadn’t even known it. Her scent envelops me. It’s all I smell when I breathe in, and it’s in my mouth now too. But I need more. This isn’t enough. I need her in my fucking bloodstream so she can become an essential part of me. I need her the way my lungs need oxygen. I straighten up, my wolf threatening to make an appearance. I fight with him to keep him underneath, and it’s a constant battle because he wants his mate, but I have to have her before he does. He can’t enjoy her before I can. Delaney stares at me with huge dark eyes. Her face is covered in a thin layer of sweat, and she looks so angelic with her legs spread open for me and her lips bruised from my kisses. I’m struggling with control right now, because I want nothing more than to bury myself inside of her and claim her in the way I’ve always fantasized about do

AlecThe exit is as free as it was when I first got here, thank fuck, as I make my way down the dark, narrow tunnel. I run my hand along the rough stone wall, ensuring that I’m going the right way. All the tunnels tend to be interconnected, and when I got here, I almost got lost, but I’ve always had a good memory, so I make my way through be right tunnel.When I reach my destination and push the trapdoor open, the faint scent of lavender and those pungent herbs fills the air. Anna is behind the counter, a pile of ancient-looking books spread before her. She glances at me, her face severe even though a smile flickers over her face. “You look haunted,” she says, a hint of amusement in her voice as I brush the dust off my shirt. I grab my coat from the hanger right next to the trap door, and shrug it on. “Haunted?” I lean against the counter, glancing down at the mess of trinkets and dried plants. “Why do you say so?”She raises a brow, closing one of the books with a snap. “Reading p

DelaneyI race to the spot, feeling somewhat nervous. I make sure to look around before stepping into the darkness. The passageway is completely vacant, so I’m not spotted by anyone. I don’t feel any presence in the dark, but in any case, I say, “Alec?”No answer. I decide to step even closer to the open window, and then peer at it. It’s too dark for me to see a thing, so I call his name again. No answer. I take this as a sign that he’s gone. Otherwise, why wouldn’t he answer me? I choose to believe that he’s safe because thinking the opposite makes me way too paranoid for my own good. I start to turn back, breathing a lot easier, but then I hear a familiar voice calling my name, and no, it isn’t Alec’s. I turn around, and see the man—my stalker—climbing out the window. The sight of him there fills me with dread all of a sudden, but I try to regain my composure. “You,” I say. He steps closer to me, though I can only see the outline of his body and not his face. Suddenly, it all