The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

Chapter 158 Avery's POV Iran like the wind, but he was always on my heels. That great black wolf with its amber gaze. Great teeth like knives. I felt his hot breath at my heels and knew I could never escape him. Never ever. The rogues were on my tail as I took off running for the village. With Gideon protecting Dierdra, I was on my own. There were no warriors flocking to my side, no defender racing towards me. The fingers of the forest tore at me.

Branches and thorns scratching at my limbs as I sprinted with all my strength towards the village in the distance, but it was all too far away. The rogues at my back brought me down. Tooth and claw tore at my skin, drawing blood and slicing deep into my flesh. The pain was indescribable. They seized my arms and slapped their hands over my mouth to stopper my screams. Even as they dragged me to my feet, Ihad only one thought in my mind. They were taking me to him. The Rogue King. He was delivering, good on his threats to take me and use me for his own ends.

my grave. My eyes had drifted shut, the world spinning every time I opened them. Vertigo twisted my stomach and when the rogues suddenly released my arms I fell sideways and slammed into the earth with a crunch. My ears were ringing, but

lifting me, moving me. I moaned with the pain of it. Why would they not let me die? Perhaps they did, for I

opened my eyes, it was dark. A single lamp was on the bedside table, but its dim glow failed to illuminate the room. I could see nothing. But I could hear him. Hear his breathing. That heavy rasp that meant he hungered. Hungered for me. Whose wolf waited in the darkness? My mind was a fog through which