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作者: PRESPHY
last update 公開日: 2026-03-19 02:42:40

As we sped away from the infirmary, I found myself tracing the faint mark on his earlobe. It was a jagged, dark birthmark that looked like a permanent silver stud, giving his profile a lethal, predatory edge.

"Why are you studying me, Ava?" he asked, his voice a low vibration that hummed through the car. "Is my human glamour slipping?"

I reached out, resting my hand on his forearm. I could feel the coiled power beneath his skin. "Before we reach the Vale Hills Estate, could you divert the hunt?
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  • 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

  • The Alpha’s 90-Day Luna   19

    "What kind of mangy, flea-bitten pack is Turner Studios anyway? I can't believe they tried to force a Silver Wolf like Ava to submit to that Elm Grove ritual. Blake must have lost his predatory instincts entirely.""I know, right? If Turner Studios can't hunt down decent contracts for their own kind, they should just disband the pack. A yearling could run an agency better than this. Ava, Ava—what's the next hunt? What territory should we claim? Who is going to provide the gold? Ava, leave that den of cowards. You’re meant for a High Alpha's side."I scrolled through the digital links, the support of the city's shifter community flowing in like a rising tide. Across town, I knew Riley was likely shredding her silk sheets in a fit of feral jealousy. She never expected me to have the iron in my blood to defy the Studio. She thought I’d be a submissive omega, baring my throat for the sake of the 'greater good.' Instead, I had exposed the rot in the Turner lineage and announced my return t

  • The Alpha’s 90-Day Luna   18

    The phantom heat of Connor’s touch still simmered beneath my skin, making my inner wolf feel as though she were possessed by a celestial fire. Last night, in the quiet sanctuary of the Vale Hills Estate, he had nearly unraveled me. His hands, usually so steady and commanding, had explored the curve of my waist with a hunger he’d suppressed for an eternity."Connor," I had whispered, my breath hitching, "if the bond bites a little..."He had stilled instantly, pulling back to press a final, lingering kiss to my brow. "Tomorrow is your rebirth, Ava," he’d rumbled, his gold eyes glowing in the dark. "A Queen needs her rest before she hunts."The next morning, the air at the Elm Grove ritual was thick with the scent of cheap chemicals and desperation. Blake was already there, pacing like a mangy cur. He wasn't there to support me; he was there to ensure I publicly licked Riley’s wounds."Don't forget the script, Ava," he hissed, cornering me in the dressing room. "End the rumors. Tell the

  • The Alpha’s 90-Day Luna   17

    The Turner scent was one of rot and dying ambition. Blake believed that my return to the Hart bloodline meant I had crawled back to the family that once exiled me for his sake. He assumed I had traded my pride for a gilded cage in Tribeca. Little did he know, I was building a new throne from the wreckage he left behind.In reality, I hadn't reached out to the Hart elders. I wasn't ready to beg for their forgiveness until I could stand before them as a Queen who had conquered the industry on her own terms.After Ashley retreated, I returned to the balcony. The scent of blooming roses and cedar filled the air, but the most intoxicating aroma was Connor’s. He didn't let me return to my chores. He pulled me into a possessive embrace, his lips crashing against mine with a hunger that ignited my own inner wolf. I dropped the watering can, the clatter lost beneath the sound of our breathing. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers tangling in his dark hair as I met his passion with a f

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