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The Bel AME contract signing was set for the ninth hour, a ritual to be broadcast across the pack-links so every wolf in the territory would witness my ascent. It had been three years since I stood in such a storm of attention. As I donned a sleek, moon-white backless gown and the heavy silver collar provided by the jewelry house, I felt my inner wolf, Kaia, stir with a long-forgotten pride.

Lisa arrived at the Vale Hills Estate at dawn. Since I’d granted her scent-access to the grounds, she mo
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  • The Alpha’s 90-Day Luna   25

    Connor had instructed Jordan Reed to lay out a spread of ceremonial silks for my choosing. Among the vibrant textiles, he had hand-picked a gown of spun gold, form-fitting and etched with intricate ink-black swirls that mimicked the ancient calligraphy of the Eastern packs. He was radiant when he saw me emerge in it—unique and lethal, a classic elegance that only a High Luna could carry.Connor stood behind me in the mirror of the Vale Hills Estate, his massive frame a protective shadow against my back. He wound his arms around my waist, his touch a brand. "You are a masterpiece, Ava. A relic of a more graceful age. Thank you for choosing the gold; you have the instincts of a queen."I leaned my head back against his shoulder, smiling at our reflection. I hadn't realized how much "scent" Connor had on the industry. He clearly knew that Secret Magazine was hunting for an "Eastern Primal" theme. By dressing me in this, he was helping me scream a silent message: by discarding me, they ha

  • The Alpha’s 90-Day Luna   24

    “During my first few seasons on the Great Northern runways, I tracked through many territories and shared the hunt with international legends. The Alpha Editor of Fine Figures magazine, who has settled here in the South, was actually the one who taught me how to scent the wind. It’s been cycles since we last ran together, and she might not recognize the wolf I’ve become, but the bloodline remains,” I explained, my voice as steady as a heartbeat.“Mia is trying to skin me before the hunt even begins,” I continued. “She thinks I’m a rogue with no pack, using my name to bait the traps for Riley. We’re going to show her that a Silver Wolf is never truly alone.”Connor’s eyes gleamed with a predatory pride. “I know the Alpha at Fine Figures. Should I howl across the territories and reconnect you two?”“Connor, I appreciate the protection, but I need to reclaim my own territory. I won’t have the Studio saying I relied on a High Alpha’s favor to win my meals.”“This isn’t about your career,

  • The Alpha’s 90-Day Luna   23

    "I’m not afraid because I’ve shed the skin of the Ava who let others muzzle her. Besides," I added, my voice dropping to a low hum that only a mate could hear, "I have you guarding my flank now."Confidence radiated from me, a sharp contrast to the broken wolf I had been weeks ago. Connor’s golden eyes flared with a hunger he fought to keep leashed. "If we weren't suspended in the clouds right now," he rumbled, his voice vibrating against my chest, "I would kiss you until your inner wolf was breathless."He pulled me into a crushing embrace, burying his face in the crook of my neck. I smelled the scent of a King—rain-washed cedar and ancient power. It was the only scent in the world that felt like home. He rested his head on my shoulder, his breathing heavy, as if he wanted to memorize this moment before the hunt began in earnest.When the transport finally touched down at the Azure Coast, the humid southern air hit us like a physical weight. Waiting just beyond the arrivals terminal

  • The Alpha’s 90-Day Luna   22

    As I watched the blurring trees from the transport window, I remembered Connor’s insistent look. He had demanded the coordinates of this Southern trek the moment the scrolls were signed. I quickly pulled out my slate and sent him the flight trajectory and the arrival time at the Azure Coast. I didn't know what kind of shadow-play he was orchestrating, but the bond humming in my chest told me to trust his lead.A moment later, my slate chimed. It was a formal link from the High Alpha himself. I felt a rush of heat climb my neck as his voice—low and resonant—filled my ear."Ava," he began, his tone professional for the benefit of anyone listening. "I’ve instructed my Enforcer, Jordan Reed, to upgrade your passage to the High Cabin. Will this disrupt your cover?""Not at all," I replied, masking my thrill. My original seat was pinned right between Blake and Riley. I knew Riley wouldn't spend a six-hour flight in silence; she’d be marking her territory with every breath. Thanks to Connor,

  • The Alpha’s 90-Day Luna   21

    The sun hadn’t yet crested the jagged peaks of the valley when I walked into the Turner Studios strategy den. The air was thick with the scent of old coffee and fresh betrayal. Blake sat at the head of the heavy oak table, his eyes darting between Riley and me. Though the seats were the same, the hierarchy had shifted. Riley, the scavenger who had successfully maneuvered into my shadow, now sat at Blake’s right hand as his chosen mate.They shared a lingering, possessive glance as Blake sat down. The sight made my stomach turn, but I kept my face as still as a frozen pond. I felt Ashley’s eyes on me, searching for a crack in my resolve. She was learning that a Hart doesn't howl in public—we save our teeth for the hunt.Blake cleared his throat, his voice echoing in the silent room. "The expedition to the Azure Coast. I will be personally overseeing the trek for the Secret Magazine shoot. We’ll be joined by a linguistics expert from the Southern Packs, as we’ll be operating in neutral

  • The Alpha’s 90-Day Luna   20

    The storm I unleashed at the Elm Grove ritual didn’t just rattle the windows of Turner Studios; it brought the whole spire shaking down. The digital pack-links were flooded with a relentless hunt against Blake and Riley. For the first time in the lineage's history, Blake Turner was looking at total pack dissolution. His scent was no longer that of a leader, but of a cornered scavenger, his hatred for me curdling into a dark, obsessive rot.The Studio elders demanded an audience with him, and in his panic, Blake reached across the border to his sister, Mia, a high-ranking manager in the Southern Territories."Blake, I’ve seen the howling on the links," Mia’s voice came through cold and sharp. "You need to remind the city who holds the leash. Ava Hart is just a wolf on your roster. Her fate belongs to the Studio.""But Mia, she’s torn the contract to shreds in the court of public opinion," Blake paced, his claws leaving gouges in the hardwood."Then play the martyr," Mia advised. "Issue

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