Hey,How have we enjoyed the book so far?I'm sure by now we've been able to pick up on how much of a complex character June is. We know not what she'll do next; she's unpredictable. And we know not why she does the things she does.I do hope though, as we read on, all our questions will be answered and we'll get to understand June better.Please know, every character in this book is unique in his/her own way and serve a special purpose in the book. This story won't exist without them. And I try my best to make them practical and convey their thoughts and emotions to the best of my ability. And Jason? How do we all feel about our Alpha.Personally, I also consider Jason Harold to be complex in his own way. His thoughts and feelings make up his total being. He may be less diverse than June but trust me, he's just as intriguing. We'll get to know him better as we read on.Also I replaced the dagger with a katana instead, because I did my research and figured a katana would he be a mor
He strolled out of the den behind his father while the elders made their exit. Loosening the red tie he had on, another image of her flashed in his head. Now, I wouldn't say he didn't care about whatever it was that was going on right now with Gorah and Jason, but he cared more, a whole lot more about how much of a coward he is, like honestly, who runs away from their mate? Well Richards Shaw did."...it was a delight." He zoned back in on the conversation his father was having with Clover, head of the council and that was all he could pick up before guards came around and escorted him out of the pack house entirely. "That was...whoo!" His father turned to him with an exasperated exhale. "Don't you think the Luna was right?" Richards asked with his palms shoved deep into his pants pocket.His father shook his head, "She shouldn't of contested the alpha's decision. She obviously doesn't know what it's like." He said the last sentence in a whisper while subtly eyeing the open entrance
A letter came in for the Luna and was brought up to her room by a servant the next morning. She just got out the bathroom and heard the soft knock on the door. She hurried to get it with her hair dripping water and shrivelled fingertips."Good morning Luna," the bubbly brunette smiled and June nodded. "A letter just came in for you." She held the cream coloured envelope for June to grab.Skeptically, june reached for it and subsequently perused it. "Thank you." She responded, holding on the steel handle of the door.The servant nodded with a smile before taking off. June closed the door, leaned against it and read the sender's address on the envelope. The letter came from her house, the homely place she'd grew up in and she instinctively knew her dad wrote this. Her stomach churned. He was reaching out to her. But she didn't want to be reached out to. He seems happy without her, without his late mate. Why reach out to her?Exasperatedly, she flung the letter across the room and it lan
'His eyes had blood flowing endlessly from it. Wrists locked in silver cuffs. He was stark naked, staring down at her from his place on the stone bed. His entire neck was covered in blood, one couldn't tell if his head was still attached to it. His lips curled into a sadistic smirk as he watched her hand trembling with a sword in it. The blade was sharp, long and silver, a red gooey liquid dripped from it unto the dirt. The silver blade still managed to shine in the darkness."Is it heavy?" He drawled, referring to the sword in June's custody. June's face twisted with absolute horror. He spoke. How can he speak? He is supposed to be dead. She watched him die. "You...you are alive?" She stuttered, heart beating wildly inside her ribcage. She was surrounded by darkness. His cackle sounded loud, it went forth and set the trees into vibration. She became even more scared. What was going on?"You killed me." He then whispered causing her to shiver and shut her eyes. "No, no I didn't."
"You all take care." He waved William and the guards off, sending them off on morning patrol.Subsequently, he got up from his desk and waltzed over the shelf, he let his eyes peruse it's dust clad contents. After which, he moved to the window and breathed in the fresh noon air. From there, he turned and fell back into the sofa, he sat still for a minute before getting up again. Again, he walked to the shelf, perused it once more before returning to his desk where he pressed both palms on it and let out a frustrated groan. He couldn't sit still. His wolf was highly agitated. He couldn't get himself to stop thinking about her, about the kiss, about her usual coldness towards him.He wants her.The kiss has only made it so hard to deny that fact.But how can you desperately want someone who clearly doesn't want you. What was the alpha to do with his pent up feelings for his mate who can't even hold a meaningful conversation with him?He had no idea what was going on and what he should
It was a small ceremony with few guests;June and Jason, George and Almira,Biff and Ian,Clover and Regina,A few of George's friends And the celebrants themselves Antara and Richards Shaw.It was the former's welcome ceremony Taking place in the denAnd the food was delicious The drinks were in abundance and of numerous varieties The music was from an old CD player William controlled it, changing the dics frequently. Just yesterday, June had a tense conversation with her aunt.Today, she religiously avoided both her aunt and her father. She kept to herself at the far back of the den, looking out the window with a glass of pineapple juice in hand.Regina looked at her often, somehow knowing something was wrong. She'd tried asking before but June assured her everything was fine. That didn't quench her suspicions one bit."Want a refill?" Jason asked and she jumped. She had no idea when he had come to stand beside her by the window, watching the night sky. He was referring to h
The power had gone out a while ago so June had lit the candles. Now she stood in front of the vanity admiring a solitaire, the solitaire belonging to the ring Regina had gifted her as a coronation present. It was beautiful, it still had the ability to take her breath away but currently it made her chest ache. Why? Because Regina had gifted her this ring with so much joy that her son had finally found his mate but the disappointment her eyes held when she beheld June's bare neck that ought possess a mark by now, it killed June. Made her feel so ashamed and reminded her how much of a bad person she was. The longer she stared at the ring, the more it haunted her. The trees were whistling loudly as the wind rushed through them. It was a windy night. Letting go of the ring, she sashayed towards the window and drew the thick curtains back a bit so she could stare at the stars. Her mom was up there. Frowning down at her. "I'm sorry mom, I...I've changed so much, I'm no longer your innocent
After retrieving their clothes from where they'd kept it folded neatly beside a tree trunk, they walked silently back to the pack house. "Pass the milk please," Antara chirped, while spreading the peanut paste unto a slice of bread. The breakfast table was heavily garnished and the aroma of tea filled the air."More salad?" Almira was standing behind Regina's seat asking if she needed more salad, her blond hair was curled into itself in a very messy bun.Regina looked up, "there you two are!" She said referring to Jason and June standing awkwardly at the entrance. "Sit, have breakfast." She assessed their dripping wet hairs and rumpled clothes."Hmm, morning sex in the lake," Richard smirked before nudging Antara by his side, "we should try that sometime." She blushed crimson, June almost did too while Almira balked at her twin, half restraining herself from flinging the salad bowl in his direction. Regina tried to hide her discomfort before saying, "Unfortunately it didn't end with