All Chapters of Revenge on Blackmoon Pack : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Jasmine’s POV I woke up to the feeling of the Sun in my face. Knowing not to open my eyes immediately, I gradually blinked them open and turned my head away from the glare of the Sun rays shining through my open window. I looked around at the familiar sight of my room, wondering how I had gotten there for a moment before the memories of the previous day began to flood through my head. I remembered everything. Up until I had lost consciousness in scary Alpha’s study. I remembered even the dream I had about him. I had dreamt that he had been in my room and had somehow apologized about hurting me. I remembered how guilty he had looked in my dream and how he couldn’t look right at me. That was what made me sure that it was a dream. His entire being radiated power and confidence. There was no way he had felt guilt and had come to make sure I was okay. That reminded me of something else. Compared to the pain I had been in yesterday, I surprisingly felt good. I looke

Jasmine’s POV In all my life, I had never seen such a sight. Lena’s words suddenly came to mind as I stood frozen in fear at the creature before me. Creature was the best word to describe him. A terrifying creature from nightmares. Lena had not been exaggerating when she had described him as terrifying. Rage, I remembered her saying, was his name. I had no idea how I knew it was him. Yet there was something inside of me that was left without a doubt that the terrifying creature that stood before me was the scary Alpha’s wolf. He was bigger than any wolf I had seen or even imagined. His fur was black as night with not one spot of color, and from the look of him alone you could just tell how dangerous he was. But what made the blood freeze in my veins, more than his form, were his eyes. His blood red eyes. Those eyes watched me, as if being able to see into my soul and predict my next move. It dared me to run in fear knowing that it would make no difference.

Regan’s POV Luke had been right about two things. The first being that telling Nana the truth was the best way to win her over, and that gifts would make my apology more appealing. However, he had been wrong about Lena. She had not been impressed about me trying to win her forgiveness by getting her dresses and pearls. Perhaps Luke didn’t know his cousin as well as he thought. Or perhaps I had hurt her more than we had both thought. Unlike Nana who had wrapped me in a hug after I had made my apology, promised not to do it again and presented my gifts, Lena had simply shot me a glare cold enough to turn me to ice before walking away from me. I had promptly gone back to my advisor to report about my half-successful plan. After expressing his exaggerated surprise at being wrong, he had simply sprawled on the bed in his room -where I had come to seek him- and said. “Simply do exactly what you did to Nana”, he said. “They are disturbingly similar, after all”, he h

Regan’s POV I had meant it when I said that I wanted an answer from her by breakfast the following day. Rage’s behavior had helped me prove my point. I still could not believe Rage had made us do that. I ran I hand through my hair in frustration on remembering what had happened. He had taken control and grabbed her into a hug despite my warning. However, what had surprised me more than Rage’s actions was her response to his high handedness. I had expected her to freeze up in fear but her reaction was the exact opposite. Instead of being scared, she had buried her small hands in my hair and I could have sworn that she had taken a good whiff of my scent. That was enough to snap me back into taking control from Rage. That was the second time I had held her in my arms, the first being that day in the woods. I had already understood that the intoxicating scent of blueberries and vanilla belonged to her and could even track it if I wanted to. I did not want to. Rag

Regan’s POV The idea to allow Rage spend time with Jasmine proved to be a huge success. Luke had accompanied us to what Jasmine had named Rage’s Sanctuary once more before returning to attend to his pack duties. This meant only I and Jasmine spent time alone in the Sanctuary - or to be more specific, Jasmine and Rage spent time together in the Sanctuary while I watched on. I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t enjoy watching her spend time with my wolf. However, the closer the two became, the more I realized just how lonely Rage must have been all these years. Around Jasmine, he was more or less a pup. A happy, excited pup. It was also clear to see that it was not only Rage who had grown very fond of the she-wolf, she in turn had grown very fond of him. It warmed my heart to see how excited she looked at the sight of him instead of the frightened look that had once been there. Their new found friendship influenced Rage positively. He no longer had his anger bursts or la