All Chapters of Enslaving The Moon Goddess : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

She wept, holding her chest that felt so heavy, the silence and the darkness engulfing her and allowing her to pour out her emotions that felt so whelming. She felt a gentle tap on her shoulder and turned to see him.It felt strange against his chest, the sinking and yet warmth; the anger that surged through him was something he couldn't deny or shake off; he wanted to rip everyone that had caused her this much pain apart. Why? He couldn't give himself the answer. Not because he feels any way towards her, not because she's any special to him.' No one dares make her cry, no one but me,' his fist clenched tightly before the uncomfortable warmth in his heart hit again. He wants to make the tears stop, he wants her to pull her closer in his arms and say,' Do you want me to rip them all apart for you?' but it became the question he only asked in his mind when he walked slowly to her side, with his softened eyes, he tapped on her shoulder and said," My leg has healed, let's get out of h

Their rushing steps echoed through the corridor before the pack warriors appeared before Magnus panting heavily." How's it?"" He's nowhere; we've searched everywhere."Magnus furrowed his brow, it was noon already, and there was still no trace of Larsen anywhere; his cell phone was found on the floor in the forest. Magnus believed he hadn't gone missing, neither was he worried that something bad had happened to him, but yet his mind was unsettled, filled with curiosity and concerns." Where is he? This is so unlike him," he whispered.Another guard rushed inside the sitting room just then and bowed slightly before him." Sir Magnus," he called," How's it?"" Mathew, the guest, died last night due to the deep cut from the silver knife and excess bleeding,"" Fuck!," Magnus cursed but he was immediately not worried, " and the slave that did it, she needs to die immediately before we spread the news of his death,"" I'll do the killing myself," the voice of Elia halted their speeches

Like wildfire, the news of the Obsidian Wraith clan being under attack spread throughout the whole clan in no time, immediately becoming the news and talk of the city. It became a noisy day, every clan, and every influential individual was in groups, on calls about the sudden attack on the Wraith pack, and their perception of it, all were convinced that the attacker was the Bloodfang Howl clan, some hesitating to take the declaration as a war and choose a side for their benefit while some decided to lay low and observe more.Alpha Larsen and Alpha Harper are two predators and devils; what the two are thinking can never be predictable, and reacting or choosing a side so early could put a target on them.Amidst the noisy day is a family in bereavement, their wails echoed within their walls as the corpse of their son was presented to them. The cause of death is said to be from the attack. Mathew's mother wailed and screamed as they took the dead body inside the house; her anguish was unp

By the time Elora dragged the not fully-dried bed back inside her cell, it was dusk already. Her body shivered from the cold cloth she wore; it wasn't fully dried before the sunset. Her body aches from exhaustion, and her eyes inches with cravings for deep sleep.She looked at the bed exhaustedly and swallowed down some saliva, which made her realize how dry her throat was." You can't sleep here tonight, the bed is wet and your body is cold,"" Where else would I sleep?" she asked yawning," You're already shivering, sleeping here would only give you a fiver," Naya said worriedly, " Someone would think you care with the way you're talking,"" That's because I do,"" I hope you don't expect me to trust that."Lack of trust is what Naya has gotten accustomed to since she got trapped in her body, and ever since she got to know the reason behind her hostility, her lack of trust was justifiable. Getting Elora to trust her is the hardest task she's ever had as it seems impossible." You'r

His dancing finger with pen halted over the files on the table, his gaze fixed on the white paper, but his lost eyes couldn't take out a word like he was in a daze with his pink lips slightly parted.His thoughts were no longer on the important document before him; his mind had wandered off, and he couldn't fight it the moment it landed on the image of her eyes that flashed across his mind.He remembered that day, the first day she stood before him seething, her strength, her defiance, her laughter that screams pain. His heart feels cold in a strange way remembering it; he couldn't sentence her; the urge to watch over her, the feeling to hide her away from the eyes of all that wants her dead washed over him, and ever since, he knew she was a trouble, a trouble he had to avoid.Her outbursts, her cries, her words that were always laced with either hatred or pain, he couldn't shake it off his mind, but when he remembered her anger, her funny face when swearing at him, he had no idea whe