All Chapters of Luna To Breeder: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Nicholson's POV I did keep to my words though. The moment I got into my office, I pulled out a brown glass of bourbon and poured myself a generous amount into a rocky glass cup. It was just a few millimeters shy from pouring over, so I had the excuse of sipping it half way through before filling it back up again. I looked up at her, surprised she didn't have any ‘drunk’ comment till now, even though I was doing everything I usually did to earn the name, she just wasn't having it. I rested my head back on my office chair and narrowed my eyes at her. “You are mad at something.” I said, making her know it wasn't a question but an actual statement. She seemed to be unfazed by my discovery. “I certainly do not look like a happy chap.” She tilted her head to the side, holding some kind of mild frown at me. I decided to empty my glass and bring another clean one from beneath my table—yes, I have glasses of shot laying around me, doesn't mean I am actually a drunk. It actually means I am a

Amalthea's POV "Is there still a throbbing in your head?" The doctor asked. "It's just mild." I replied, gently massaging my temple as I sat up. He hummed as he ran a few more tests, nodding in approval. "Everything seems to be alright. Your vitals are stable and as long as you don't put pressure on your leg or hit your head anywhere else, everything should be fine." He informed me, looking down at my report sheet. "I'll prescribe a few painkillers incase you experience any pains but if they are too intense you are to come back immediately." He explained, looking at me pointedly. I nodded in understanding–its not like I have much of a choice though. It had been a few days since I had been at the clinic and I was beyond relieved I would finally be discharged. "Thank you Doctor,” I muttered, and then suddenly remembered something. “About my bill–” I drawled. "Alpha Nicholson has settled all your bills." He informed me with a small smile. My brows furrowed in confusion, but I de

Amalthea's pov I wandered aimlessly around the pack house, unsure what to do. My leg was fully healed now and the throbbing in my head had seized. I had tried returning for training but Alpha Nicholson had banned me from the pack training grounds until he was sure and satisfied that I was physically fit to train. Loneliness clawed at me as I watched the pack members train and laugh together as if they were one big happy family. A family I would never have since I didn't belong anywhere. "You can't be a good fighter by just watching. You need to practice,” a voice said from behind, startling me. I looked in the direction the voice came from and saw a young woman, probably around my age or less, walking towards me with a smile on her face. I stared at the woman, wondering why she was talking to me, and being all smiley. I remained silent as I eyed her suspiciously. No one had made any attempt or gone out of their way to have a conversation with me since I came to this pack so

Amalthea's POV "Why are you being nice to me?" I asked Jade as she held onto the ice pack in my throbbing cheek. "Why are you so stubborn?" She shot back and our eyes met. She stared at me for a few seconds before her features cleared and she chuckled. "What's funny?" I asked, irritated at how she always seemed to be amused by me. "You are so cynical, it's almost cute." She cooed I frowned, not finding any of what she said to be funny , or cute like she terms it. "I'm being nice because honestly, you intrigue me Amalthea. You have a horrible concept about Lycans yet you are still here and you aren't making any attempts to escape but that doesn't mean you won't express your displeasure at the slightest provocation." She explained. "I like your spirit and energy. It matches mine and I think we would get on quite well." She shrugged , making me scoff. "I'm not exactly looking for friends." I told her blankly. "Well you have one, nonetheless, and I'm not going anywhere." She sai

Amalthea's POV Just that single look seems to break at whatever confidence I was trying to muster, and soon enough my nerves came knocking. Alpha Nicholson was seated at the head of the table and on his left hand side was Mikayla, who has an expression I couldn't quite place and in his right hand was a man who looked like Jade, and if I guess right he was her brother. He had something like a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, and I seriously don't know how to feel about. “Come sit beside me,” Jade beckoned with a wave of a hand and a bright smile on her face. I forced a smile of my own trying to mask my nerves, but I'm sure my beating heart was a dead giveaway. “Good evening everyone,” I muttered, and took a seat beside Jade. “I had no idea we'd be having guest at dining,” Jade's brother said, his smile more pronounce. “Well I needed company, before you guys bore me to death with Pack affairs,” Jade said nonchalantly. “I don't think we've been properly introduced,” the