Todos los capítulos de The Alpha's Unaware Luna: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

For the first time in weeks, Trixie, Abby, Janet, and Jerica walked into school without a guard trailing behind them. No Jake. No Joe. Just the four girls, feeling a sense of freedom and normalcy they hadn’t experienced in a couple weeks. "I almost forgot what it felt like to walk to class without looking over my shoulder for one of Trevor's overgrown bodyguards," Abby joked, slinging her bag over her shoulder."Speak for yourself," Jerica smirked thinking of Jake. "I kinda miss the eye candy." Trixie rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips. It did feel good to have a normal day. At lunch, the four of them took their usual spot at the far table in the back of the cafeteria. The chatter buzzed around them, but they were in their own little world.Abby leaned in, lowering her voice just enough to be coy. "Sooo... I've been texting Joe." Trixie's eyebrows lifted. "Really?" "Mmhmm," Abby grinned. "Nothing serious, but he's funny and not bad to look at. Plus, y

The grand hall of the Blood Moon pack house buzzed with life. Members filled the space, their voices weaving into a melodic hum of conversation and laughter. The long wooden dining tables were decorated with glowing lanterns, plates of steaming food, and pitchers of spiced cider. It was the first dinner in a long while where the mood felt celebratory.Trevor stood at the head of the largest table, Trixie at his side, radiating warmth and quiet excitement. He raised his hand, and gradually, the room quieted."Thank you all for coming tonight," Trevor began, his voice clear and commanding, yet laced with pride. "We have a few special guests and a celebration to acknowledge."He turned slightly toward Alice, who sat at the table just beside them. Her expression was calm but her eyes sparkled with gratitude. "I’d like you all to officially welcome Alice, who has joined the Blood Moon pack."Cheers erupted from the pack members. Clapping, whistling, and howls of welcome echoed off the wall

Dinner had just finished, the dining hall slowly emptying as laughter and chatter faded into the gentle hush of evening. Alice placed her napkin beside her plate and caught Trevor’s eye across the table. With the briefest nod, she motioned toward the hallway. Trevor rose without a word, following her with the casual air of a simple stroll, though both of them knew this wasn’t just a casual chat.They walked in silence until they reached his office. Once inside, Trevor closed the door behind them and motioned for her to sit. "You’ve picked your team," he said. Alice nodded, her tone steady. "Yes. I’ve given it a lot of thought." Trevor took a seat behind his desk, leaning forward with interest. "Who?" "Tyler, Sheila, and Burke." Trevor blinked. "All one family."Alice allowed a small smile. "I know it seems odd, but it’s also... practical. They trust each other completely. Their loyalty is bound by blood, not just pack. That kind of trust is hard to manufacture. Less likely to falter u

Alice ducked under a low-hanging branch, her boots crunching over fallen leaves as she led the group deeper into the forest. The dense woods were quiet aside from the sounds of nature: birds chirping in the trees, the occasional scurrying of small animals through the underbrush, and the steady rhythm of their footsteps. Tyler’s family followed closely behind, backpacks snug, eyes sharp."Where exactly are we going again?" Tyler asked, readjusting his pack. Alice glanced back at him. “We’re tracking a healer I once knew. Her name’s Malina. She was a little older than me when we met, but if she’s still alive, she might be living in a safe zone a few miles from here.” “Why do they live this way?” he asked, brushing a spiderweb from his sleeve. “Out here? Hiding?”Alice sighed, stepping over a fallen log. “Because they were hunted, Tyler. For decades. People feared what they didn’t understand. Gifted wolves were kidnapped, tested on, even killed. Some had their children taken from them. F

Trixie’s heart pounded like a war drum as she stood in Trevor’s office. Her fingers trembled, clutching her phone even though she hadn’t received a single new message. Jerica wasn’t answering. Janet wasn’t answering. Her thoughts raced, dizzying and heavy with panic. “She wouldn’t just leave,” Trixie whispered, more to herself than to Trevor. “She would’ve told me. Told someone.”Trevor paced behind his desk, already issuing orders over the pack mind-link. The tone in his voice was deadly calm, but the tension in his jaw betrayed him. “Jake’s out tracking. Security is sweeping the club perimeter again. We’ve got people moving to the road checkpoints. A kitchen worker saw them leave through the kitchen.”Trixie pressed her palms to the cool wood of his desk and tried to steady her breathing. “We have to tell Eric and Melissa. Jerica’s parents need to know. What if it’s the hunters? What if they’re back?” Trevor nodded grimly. “It’s either them… or rogues. But this feels organized. Clea