Moon Bound (Glorious Darkness Book 1) Read Online Free Page B
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shape. Patches of dark fur form over my skin. I can't hold it off, I can't fight the change... The one he convinced me will never take place.
He lied.
I'm shifting. Years after I was supposed to, I'm changing for the first time. The bodily motion less fluid than that of more experienced wolves, it's accompanied by intense agony.
Writhing in pain, I listen to my own whimpers and the heavy footfall growing louder in his approach.
'My Alpha. My mate.' No words but a growl. I can feel my hackles rising, my ears standing straight, muzzle slightly parting in a warning. I glue my eyes to his in a challenge.
Easy there, girl. His voice rings inside my head, my last sanctuary crumbling under his feet. He stretches out his hand, palm laying in invitation as he inches closer to me.
I give him a threatening growl, stopping his unwelcome advance. My wolf is a fighter, more feral and dominant than her human side. And she denies him the right of physical contact.
Unworthy , her response comes like a whiplash, the kiss causing him to wince and take a step back from us. His face hardens in resolve, letting us know what will follow if we refuse to bend to his will.
Once Alpha - always Alpha.
We bare our canines, body shifting into a fighting stance. Neither one - the Alpha or his mate - breaks the stare, none willing to back off and admit defeat.
Be still , he commands, taking a tentative step toward us. We want to listen, are compelled to obey, but our rediscovered pride won't allow us.
We launch, canines burning with the need to pierce his tender flesh, rip it off of his bones. Growling he jumps at us, shifting to meet us mid-air, ruined fabrics hanging on his wolf body. We crash, falling to the ground, biting and clawing at each other in a battle of life and death until blood seeps through fur.
The mind-link is buzzing with the power of his commands. Stop. Yield. Accept my claim. Accept my authority.
We refuse to. Instead, we welcome every bite, every mark his claws leave, every wound scarring the flesh, for as much as it hurts us, it hurts him more.
And then, as teeth clamp over our neck, we welcome death.
(4) No Cure For The Broken
|Regan's POV|
Questioning looks meet me when I step inside the house, carrying her in my arms like the small and broken child she is. A child.
A wolf should never hurt their mate, but I'm not just a wolf. I'm an alpha.
Yet, maybe I should let her go, maybe I should give up on that dream about a mate, maybe I should protect her from myself. Can I do that? Will the beast allow it after waiting for so long to find her?
I grit my teeth, wishing there was an easy answer to my problems, the main one laying bloody and naked in my arms.
"Alpha?" Hayden approaches me gazing down at the girl and then turning his inquiry to me. "What is the meaning of this?"
I shake my head, hoping to postpone the explanation I know they all want.
"But why are you bringing her to the house? You could have left her-"
"We'll talk about this later," I cut him off before he can object or question my actions further. "Go find Christine. Send her to my room."
Thoughtfully, he's scratching the back of his neck, confusion clouding his sharp features until, finally, he finds his composure and gives me a slight nod.
"As you wish, Alpha," he agrees, his full lips forming a tight line as his hazel eyes narrow with suspicion towards the female in my arms.
I sigh out and make a beeline for the stairs as soon as Hayden steps aside.
Walking at a slower pace, I'm trying not to cause her more damage than I already have and avoid the questioning looks of my pack who are frowning upon my unusual behavior.
Not surprisingly, they are curious about my reasons for carrying her in my arms like a baby. Why is the monster taking care of the victim?
I take a deep breath, squeezing my eyes shut for a split second to prevent them from showing the truth I'm not even sure I can accept.
I need her to be my mate and for this she
He lied.
I'm shifting. Years after I was supposed to, I'm changing for the first time. The bodily motion less fluid than that of more experienced wolves, it's accompanied by intense agony.
Writhing in pain, I listen to my own whimpers and the heavy footfall growing louder in his approach.
'My Alpha. My mate.' No words but a growl. I can feel my hackles rising, my ears standing straight, muzzle slightly parting in a warning. I glue my eyes to his in a challenge.
Easy there, girl. His voice rings inside my head, my last sanctuary crumbling under his feet. He stretches out his hand, palm laying in invitation as he inches closer to me.
I give him a threatening growl, stopping his unwelcome advance. My wolf is a fighter, more feral and dominant than her human side. And she denies him the right of physical contact.
Unworthy , her response comes like a whiplash, the kiss causing him to wince and take a step back from us. His face hardens in resolve, letting us know what will follow if we refuse to bend to his will.
Once Alpha - always Alpha.
We bare our canines, body shifting into a fighting stance. Neither one - the Alpha or his mate - breaks the stare, none willing to back off and admit defeat.
Be still , he commands, taking a tentative step toward us. We want to listen, are compelled to obey, but our rediscovered pride won't allow us.
We launch, canines burning with the need to pierce his tender flesh, rip it off of his bones. Growling he jumps at us, shifting to meet us mid-air, ruined fabrics hanging on his wolf body. We crash, falling to the ground, biting and clawing at each other in a battle of life and death until blood seeps through fur.
The mind-link is buzzing with the power of his commands. Stop. Yield. Accept my claim. Accept my authority.
We refuse to. Instead, we welcome every bite, every mark his claws leave, every wound scarring the flesh, for as much as it hurts us, it hurts him more.
And then, as teeth clamp over our neck, we welcome death.
(4) No Cure For The Broken
|Regan's POV|
Questioning looks meet me when I step inside the house, carrying her in my arms like the small and broken child she is. A child.
A wolf should never hurt their mate, but I'm not just a wolf. I'm an alpha.
Yet, maybe I should let her go, maybe I should give up on that dream about a mate, maybe I should protect her from myself. Can I do that? Will the beast allow it after waiting for so long to find her?
I grit my teeth, wishing there was an easy answer to my problems, the main one laying bloody and naked in my arms.
"Alpha?" Hayden approaches me gazing down at the girl and then turning his inquiry to me. "What is the meaning of this?"
I shake my head, hoping to postpone the explanation I know they all want.
"But why are you bringing her to the house? You could have left her-"
"We'll talk about this later," I cut him off before he can object or question my actions further. "Go find Christine. Send her to my room."
Thoughtfully, he's scratching the back of his neck, confusion clouding his sharp features until, finally, he finds his composure and gives me a slight nod.
"As you wish, Alpha," he agrees, his full lips forming a tight line as his hazel eyes narrow with suspicion towards the female in my arms.
I sigh out and make a beeline for the stairs as soon as Hayden steps aside.
Walking at a slower pace, I'm trying not to cause her more damage than I already have and avoid the questioning looks of my pack who are frowning upon my unusual behavior.
Not surprisingly, they are curious about my reasons for carrying her in my arms like a baby. Why is the monster taking care of the victim?
I take a deep breath, squeezing my eyes shut for a split second to prevent them from showing the truth I'm not even sure I can accept.
I need her to be my mate and for this she
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