Semua Bab Alpha's Betrayal, Luna's Revenge: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Sam’s POV It’s amazing what you see when you stand and watch. With my bag of clothes in my hand, I leaned against a wall, watching and waiting. It didn’t take long to see the sort of man I was looking for. “Be careful,” Zola warned me as I followed him. Considering the size of the guy, I lost him twice, only finding him because of his scent. His odor stood out among the vast majority of people around him.Pete’s powerhouse was the name on the door. As I pushed open the door, I got hit by the smell of sweat. It made me scowl. Pete could open a window every once in a while. As I walked inside, the smell got worse. But I wasn’t here to critique anyone, I had a purpose. There was a boxing ring that occupied one corner of the room. Weights, punching bags, and other heavy equipment filled the remaining space. There were at least a dozen men there, including the one I followed. They all stopped what they were doing and looked at me, snickering.“Are you lost, love?” a man approaching me ask

Sam’s POV Without fail, Ellie comes to see me on the 1st of every month. I don’t know what Zola and I would do without her and her support.I have adapted well to human life. Tony has helped me build myself up physically at the gym, offering me training sessions. He has been quite protective since he saw my scars. He shoots down anyone that tries to belittle me. Much to his delight, I joined the boxing club and a local karate dojo. I surprisingly earned a blue belt quickly. My sensei believes I’m a natural. But he doesn’t know I have been doing a basic version of this all my life.I still help in the diner whenever they are short-staffed. Edgar avoids asking for my help because he thinks it’s unfair to me. Despite his reservation, the staff are not afraid to ask. Especially because I take payment in food. Which I give to Frank, who has been looking healthier lately.The only thing I’m struggling with in my new life is Zola. She won’t admit it, but Zola is struggling emotionally, so m

Sam’s POV As the words came out of my mouth, Zola questioned whether I had lost my mind. I know I sounded crazy. But as I stared at the black wolf lying on my floor. I could not help but see his future, or the lack of it. He would be a dead man if he returned to his pack handicapped. He would either be challenged and killed or banished. No self-respecting Alpha would remain in a pack after being defeated. He would become a rogue and then what? Zola said nothing. Although she had her concerns, she knew I was right. “Have you considered the possibility that he’s a bad Alpha?” Zola asked. “Have you considered the possibility that he’s a good Alpha?” I countered. She sighed, but I was adamant I wanted to do this. “I guess we will find out when he wakes up.” “I will keep him safe until he can make a life for himself. I’m going to help him, just like you help me.” I told Ellie, who was still convinced this was a bad idea. I didn’t tell Ellie that he might be able to offer Zola the wolf

Nolan’s POV Sam is an amazingly kind young woman. She has supported and provided for me while I waited for my mind to fix itself. It doesn’t stop me from being frustrated with myself. No matter who I am, I am confident I am not dependent on anyone. But Sam is there for me whenever I need anything. She may get things wrong, but she will try. Like when she shaved my face, she must have cut a dozen times. But my poorly shaven face was intact when I looked in the mirror.When I first met Sam, she got me a few items from her gym friend. There was a condition attached. I was to meet them. Not being able to get around. That would have to wait as the crutches Sam gained for me felt so unnatural. They were far too small for a man of my height, and it took me a while to figure out how to use them effectively.I didn’t know what a thrift shop was, just that Sam would return home with some random items from there. Sadly, though, the clothes she would get me were too small. But anything was bette

Sam’s POV It was like reliving my worst nightmare. But when I heard Nolan’s voice, I knew it wasn’t real. He wasn’t there, no one was. My eyes snapped open, and that’s when I knew I would never escape what happened. I pulled the blanket closer and cried my eyes out. Zola’s words of comfort didn’t reassure me. “How can I control what happens when I’m asleep?” I asked her, to which she didn’t respond. “How can I help?” Nolan gently asked. Too distressed to respond, I just cried. The next thing I knew, Nolan was stroking my hair and telling me he would do anything to make the pain go away. “I wish it was that easy,” I told him as I calmed down. Those traumatic events are going to live in my mind forever. Perhaps Nolan has gotten lucky by not remembering his past. But then again, I wouldn’t remember Zola or Ellie. Not to mention Frank. If I don’t remember him, who would? When I relaxed, I realized I was bare-chested under the blanket. How did that happen? I pulled the blanket tighter