The Lunas Second Chance Mate – Chapter 81
Alyson
He lists twenty-seven names in the ransom note, muttering them out with their ages, some even under the age of twenty, and it almost pains me that he forces me to sit here and witness it all. I feel guilty and I shouldn’t—I am not the with the elders, but they officiated Ryan and my ceremony and they are at the palace now, helping look for me, and Olivera can’t seem to stand hearing that I wouldn’t want anyone dead, even a rogue.
He still writes the letter, demanding the board will pay for their actions in the past, and refuse to carry them on in the future, and it’s making my head spin thinking about how none of this will work out in the way he thinks it will. Ryan, or the elders, will come for me and kill him in the wake of it all. I hate thinking that way, so negative, but I have no bounds to this Alpha or his ragtag pack.
a, and my life back.
om the terror of my sleep. I look around, panicked, recalling Jacob’s horrid abuse against me when all I wanted was to have a mate, to be protected, and was instead used and tied down, drawing my blood until I was limp and useless to the world.
back in his seat. His black hair has been tied up since I met him but somehow I only notice now that it’s long, covering his neck, and stark in color like that of a crow. “Another bad dream for the Luna?”
What does it matter to you?”
hudder. I dare myself to look away but I can’t, watching him stand across the room, fold his jacket in front of his thick abdominal muscles, and adjust the cuffs of his sleeves, each movement so meticulous and
eaches forward and reaches for my wrists, the metal chains clanking while he pulls them forward, forcing me forward as well. I groan a noise, sore from this position, and he grins at the moan that escapes me. His snark
u to answer me when I ask you a question. Understood?”
urmur of a growl in my head. “Yes. I understand.”
ng to near my lips with his own but I bolt backwards, slamming my head on the wooden bed frame so hard that I see spots from my
d luck, blood pet,” he mutters.
eaking under my back and through the crease of my knees, my head bobbing off his bicep as I’m whisked out of bed.
take it… don’t—”
the sounds of water gushing hitting me first before I feel warm water rise around my body. I feel a warm rag, wet with water, pres
ntly, his thumb brushing the mark of my mate for just a moment, long enough for chills to erupt all over my body and down my spine.
grip. “You should be fine. Try not to slam your head on the edge of
unless they tried to kill us.”
but his is unbelievably strong, so dominate and powerful, it makes me cower away from his daunting irises.
ed by the evil rogue Alpha. If I go to speak with them, they’ll have me killed, or they could at least attempt to do so. But this way, I have something of theirs. I have something they want
for them to get you back, they will give me something I want, something like the promised saf
ast, in the very near future, if driven to do so by the elders.
kill me if they don’t stop attacking the rogues anymor
en drop to my trembling, pursed lips. “If I am driven to do what I must do, then I will do it.”
en hitting the paper forcing my body to throb in agony. He continues writing his ran