THE SICK ALPHA AND HIS LYCAN LUNA

~CIARA'A POV~If I were a number, which would I be?Numbers are beautiful. Numbers are divine. Numbers are an intricate form of art of a simple design. They help build the world around us and they help bring it down but there is nothing that can truly destroy the nature and value of numbers.I love numbers. I love how they are so important and yet no one thinks much of them. I love how they help shape the world without actually doing anything. I love how they are so easy yet so difficult to understand. And I love how they excitedly run circles in my head, begging to keep me company.Two eyes, ears, legs, hands, a face, and ten toes are most of what I was born with.Eight thousand thirty days, one hundred and ninety two thousand, seven hundred and twenty hours, is how long I've lived in this accursed world.Seven weeks, is how long I have been taken away from the only family I have.A window, four walls, two metal restraints, and a hu

~NOAH'S POV~ I fell to the floor with a thud and a dull ache rang in the back of my head. My heart pounded against my ribcage and it took the intervention of the goddess for me not to have a stroke. "Is that all you got, Richards?" I jolted up at the sound of that high-pitched voice and resumed the battle stance I held minutes ago. "I'm not even tired.” The smirk on her face dropped and her pouty lips drew into a line. In this pack, there are two important rules that you must follow in your life. The first is to never mess with the alpha and the second is to never anger Ava Miller. And I didn't just anger her, I pissed her off. She circled me as a predator would do to its prey and I did the same, both our eyes became instruments of observation and intimidation. The arena cleared in seconds, the tension in our bubble drew the attention of everyone else and in no time whispers began to fly. "Don't they ever get tired of this?" "How can they get so serious five minutes into t

~CIARA'S POV~I sat in a pool of blood that used to be the fetus in my belly and my heart was saddened with each second that passed. I have cried till I can cry no more and cursed till I could curse no more, but nothing I did could ease the ache I felt in my chest.Because nothing can bring it back to me.I lowered my head and the tears that I thought had dried up flowed from my eyes like an angered river and a sob left my lips.How could you do this to me, goddess?I looked up into the ceiling and the anguish in my soul fuelled the anger in my chest.How could you forsake me after all I have been through? How could you take the only silver lining I had in this stormy condition you gave me for life?How could you let the evils of this world take my only joy?And how could you sit there and do nothing while the innocent people suffer for what they know nothing about.My heart raced and my breathing got ragged but my head was still hel

~NOAH'S POV~Perspiration coated my skin and heavy pants fell from my lips as I trained by myself in the field. It's been a week since I last visited that vermin and the anger I felt then still burns brightly in my soul. Who broke my toy before I could? Who had what it took to break the spirit that had been trying to shatter for weeks? But why does it bother me? I should be thrilled that she has lost her will to resist the truth. I should be ecstatic that I am one step closer to getting my revenge on that cursed woman. And yet…why does it bother me that her eyes have lost their shine? Why did my heart ache when I didn't hear her perverted comments? Why was I consumed with guilt when her broken voice bounced off the damn walls of that cursed cell?I fell to my knees in agony as a sharp pain ran through my chest. My breathing grew frantic and my heart pounded against my ribcage as dark spots st

~CIARA'S POV~I sobbed bitterly into the bandages around my wrists. My heart ached from the tidal wave of pain that washed over my being and my soul wished to leave my body to call out to his, hoping to ease the pain we both felt. But I didn't let it. As I wailed in agony on the concrete floor, the metal door cracked open and I looked up expecting to see Noah standing before me with a look of longing in his eyes. But there was no yearning look or sad cobalt eyes to get lost in and there was no Noah Richard to cry with. There was only an ominous presence and the hatred-filled eyes of the bitch who took my peanut from me.Ava. "It's been a while, Ciara," Her voice dripped with hostility and I growled at the negative energy that oozed from her pores. She raised her hands above her head in mock surrender and a smirk crawled up her face. "Relax, Ciara. I just wanted to say hello to my best frien