The Gift chronicles

Book 1 Chapter 32

Alpha Cain was true to his word; I woke up alone and freezing in the morning, despite having woken up in the middle of the night to wrap myself in the pelt with the comforter on top. I would have to speak with him about turning the freaking heat on.

Cain had left my phone on the side table, and I turned it on, noticing that I had a text from him that he sent a few hours ago. I was ashamed of myself. I always used to pride myself on waking up early and taking charge of the day, but lately, days had been kicking my ass and I slept more frequently. Perhaps Cain would be willing to wake up earlier to train with me before he went out and did his Alpha duties. I have to admit, the idea of sparring with him excited my bloodlust and I.

It had been far too long since I killed, and my hand twitched in eagerness at the idea of ripping a rogue's heart out of their chest with my bare hand.

I got dressed, opting for black leggings (obviously), a long sleeve black t—shirt that fit snuggly, and black running shoes. Black truly is the most beautiful shade. So empty, yet filled to the brim with promises and mystery. Also, who doesn't look good in black?

Next, I pulled my silvery hair into a low ponytail, ignoring the little side tendrils framing my face that were too short to make it into the ponytail. Despite how putting my hair up showcased my semi—ear, I much preferred it to having my hair down. You never knew when you needed to kick someone's ass, and my hair was too long to deal with it whipping around during combat, especially since it was so windy outside now.

Thank god the scar on my eye matches my outfit, I thought wryly as I looked at my reflection. In a way, I sort of liked the way the scar made my whole eye turn white. It looked sort of freaky. I knew if I saw someone with an eye like that, I would think twice before stabbing them. At least I hoped that's how my scar would be perceived by others.

To throw the oh—so—fashionable ensemble together, I threw on my cloak. I left the mask in the drawer where he hides my cloak and mask. I didn't foresee any reason why I would need to hide the majority of my face, as everyone in the pack had already seen all of me. I knew that soon enough, it would be too cold outside for just my black cloak. I cringed at the idea of having to wear a snow jacket.

I treaded down the stairs, hearing noises stemming from the kitchen. Sure enough, Delta Carter was rummaging in a wooden drawer, making the pots and pans clatter loudly.

Have you no respect for people's sleeping time? I teased Carter through the mindlink.

He jumped, "Holy shi— I mean hello, Luna. I'm sorry for waking you up." He looked apologetic and remorseful.

I laughed. I was just teasing, it's fine, I was already awake. What are you looking for?

use to make pancakes.

would want breakfast, or Alpha Cain told you to

guiltily, his silence confirming what I

about cooking, I'll just eat an apple and we can be on our

leaving the house until you ate

eyes. Your alpha is

alpha," Carter corrected me, catalyzing yet

on my last nerve, I amended my statement, and got a

you didn't leave him after the whipping. Everyone thought you would

severely. I

much less by a female. Most believe that you are worthy of the Blood Luna title," Carter proudly spoke, letting me know he was one of those

questioned, though I wasn't entirely

his shirt as he spoke. For a Delta, he sure was a nervous little guy. "There are a few who, um, wish you were

shrugged, unbothered. Perhaps

He only tries so hard to get you back after you escape because he can't bear to be without you. You should have seen him when you were at Alpha Thane's territory and while you were comatose. It was a scary time for the pack. If you saw how feral his wolf was when you were

had a point, Cain did care about me on some level. The only issue was, I was positive it was his wolf that wanted me, and if it was up to Cain alone, he would have chosen a more meek and submissive

finished and I washed the dishes. "Where do you want to go

A grandiose voice called out theatrically.

Carter, so he

your choice," She said noncommittally, the wild grin on her face making her radiate chaotic energy. The fiery redhead gave Carter a noogie, making him scowl at her and half—heartedly swing an arm out at her,

you ran out of the cell crying and screaming, I reminded her, unsure of why