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• The Alpha’s Luna and the Bloodmoon Amulet   Chapter 69: Who Is Seth? II

  Who’s Seth?” Doyle asked again. Doyle’s voice wasn’t loud. Lucas blinked, shocked by this very question. His mind scrambled for something clever to say; anything would do right now, but all he had was the silence tightening around them like a noose. “Doyle…” Lucas started, but the words just felt too heavy in his throat to let out. Doyle stepped forward. “Don’t stall Lucas. I already know the truth… but I’m willing to give you a chance to lie to my face—take it or don’t.” Doyle said with a teary voice. “You already know,” he said, voice low, annoyed at the edge of shame creeping into his spine. “So why drag it out?” “Because I want to see if you’ll lie to me to my face.” Doyle took a step forward. His voice wasn’t raised—but it rang loud in Lucas’s bones. “Go on, say it. Say it didn’t mean anything. Say he kissed you first. Say it was a mistake.” Lucas opened his mouth, then closed it. The silence was worse than any confession. Doyle scoffed. “Thought so.” “Keep your

• The Alpha’s Luna and the Bloodmoon Amulet   Chapter 68: Who is Seth?

  “Get it into the lower cellar,” Lucas ordered, wiping blood off his fingers with a cloth. “Salt the underbelly first. We won’t risk rot this year.” The three young werewolves nodded, heaving the bloody stag carcass between them. Its body was still warm, the trail of blood it left behind soaking into the brittle frost-covered ground. Winter was creeping in. Lucas could feel it in the air. He turned toward the trees to return ti work and tend to other things. And froze. “Doyle.” Leaning casually against an old tree like he belonged there. One hand in his coat pocket, the other twirling a ring slowly around his finger. Silent. Watching. There was something off about him. Still, but not calm. Quiet, but not peaceful. Lucas forced a grin, casual and detached. “Look who finally came to work with me,” he drawled. “Unless you’re here to finally admit you missed me.” Lucas whispered to Doyle looking around to make sure no one heard him. No response. Lucas chuckled, gesturing

• The Alpha’s Luna and the Bloodmoon Amulet   Chapter 67: Garden Of Beden Wants Blood

  Thorne smirked, nudging Raven with a naughty grin. “So, Raven… about last night. I heard some sounds.” He budged Raven with his left hand, still maintaining the naughty grin he had on his face. “Sounded like someone was having a real good time, huh?” “Lots of them, but more of Melissa’s moans than yours. You know, if Alpha Derek wasn't enough, you could've called me if you needed more hands and maybe more uhm...” Raven rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. “Shut up already, Thorne. You’re just jealous you weren’t invited.” Melissa shot her a grin. “Oh come on, Raven. Last night was fun, wasn’t it?” Alpha Derek chuckled, exchanging amused glances with Melissa. “Honestly, it was one of the best nights we’ve had in ages, my love.” He pulled Melissa close and kissed her deeply. “Muah.” Melissa turned to Raven with a naughty grin. “Yeah, and the way Raven kept up with us? It was… adventurous.” “You should’ve seen the look on Raven's face when I… well, let’s just say she didn’t expe

• The Alpha’s Luna and the Bloodmoon Amulet   Chapter 66: Garden of Beden

  "Thorne, whatever you think you're doing, just stop it; because it's not going to work. If you come any closer, I’m going to assume you want something besides my opinion. Maybe my fist would do the trick." Thorne smirked from where he leaned against a mossy pillar, arms folded like he had all the time in the world after retracting them from touching Raven’s ass. "You can’t blame a man for trying. You’re colder than a witch’s tit." "Then go warm up with someone who actually wants to bear your touch," Raven replied flatly, not even glancing back. Their banter was cut short by the echo of approaching footsteps. Conan entered the chamber, his presence shadowed by three others. First came Alpha Derek,the tall, roged, rival faction leader against Alpha Cove who became allies with Conan to defeat Alpha Cove and his pack (Crimson Pack). Beside him, draped in a deep burgundy dress that showed every dangerous curve, was Melissa, his mistress: elegant, cunning, and unbothered by rules.

• The Alpha’s Luna and the Bloodmoon Amulet   Chapter 65 — Doyle Doesn't Keep Quiet

  “Spare me the foreplay, Doyle. What's the update?” Doyle chuckled darkly. “Oh you’re gonna love this one, Raven. Alpha Cove finally pulled the trigger, he severed ties with the Silverstone Pack.” Her brows arched. “Nice, interesting but why?” Raven was curious. “Did they insult him or question his authority?” “Shockingly it's because of your girl… Lycia.” “Lycia?” Raven blinked, clearly amused. “What did she do this time? Accidentally start a war?” “Not this time. Allegedly, Alpha Damien of Silverstone tried forcing himself on her.” Raven’s smile vanished. “Allegedly Silverstone’s Alpha, Alpha Damien tried forcing himself on Lycia, I guess that did the work.” Doyle replied, swirling his drink. “Oh, it gets better. Their Luna, Luna Anya called her a thief and a slut in front of Alpha Cove. Cove nearly ripped the bastard’s jaw off.” “Guess he’s finally decided who gets to insult her, and it ain’t anyone else. They basically questioned Lycia’s place by his side, and he

• The Alpha’s Luna and the Bloodmoon Amulet   Chapter 64 – Bruised Palms, Bruised Pride

  “She’s the reason Alpha Cove dissolved the Silverstone alliance—and his contract marriage with Morrigana,” one maid whispered, the clatter of plates muffling her disgust. “Imagine,” another scoffed. “Ending a political bond for a thief. Morrigana is from a rich and powerful Lycan family. She was practically bred for power. And now? He’s breaking every rule... for her?” Lycia said nothing. Her fingers gripped the tray of used dishes tighter. Her muscles were tense beneath her plain sleeves as she walked steadily down the corridor, each word from the gossiping staff like an arrow to the chest. She was nearly at the corner when she turned too fast—and slammed into a body. The tray of dishes she held fell. Crack. Porcelain shattered at her feet. A small bowl of leftover stew splashed across the polished marble. She gasped, dropping to her knees without thinking, already trying to gather the shards. But she moved too fast. Her palm slid on the wet floor and she lost her bala