The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

Chapter 299 +25 Bonus I had escaped. I had gotten away from Asher From the rogue camp. From everything. But Gideon wasn't here. And in the distance a storm was gathering on the horizon. Lightning cracked, making me jump. I heard glass shattering. Wind blew cold and harsh across the field, breaking the corn stalks clean in half. Something was spinning across the field, headed straight for me. A tall tunnel of swirling wind and debris. "Mommy!" I heard a boy shout. "Mom, get away from there! You're gonna blow awa Too late. I was already being swept up in the tornado.

Around and around and around, my house fading below me. Then, it flung me far and fast. I saw mountains pass beneath me. Oceans. I hurtled down. Down. Down into a dark cave. The wind battered me against the rocks. Cave paintings peeled away from the walls and swirled around me. I saw painted depictions of men holding spears with the heads of wolves impaled on them. "Princess," one of the paintings, a woman holding a swaddled baby, whispered. " Your life was laid out for you before you were born... What makes you think you can run?" I couldn't respond with the wind howling into my mouth.

a start. I gasped, pressing my hand to my chest. was still in my tent; the sun was shining, and the air was hot and thick. I was still getting my

already bustling with activity. Rogues milled about, talking and laughing. But there 1/3 Chapter 299 +25 Bonus was something different about the atmosphere today. An energy. An excitement. As we walked, I heard snippets of conversation. can't believe it-" "-with some slave girl, no less." "Looks like the Alpha couldn't control himself...' My blood ran cold. The guard led me toward the cages. A crowd

laughing and jeering, pointing at something I couldn't see. I pushed through the crowd, and when I reached the front, I froze. Gideon wasn't alone. There was a woman with him. She was naked, her body sprawled across his. Gideon was naked too, holding her tight. The scene was all too obvious. "What...?" I couldn't finish the sentence. My throat had closed up.