Semua Bab The Alpha's Unaware Luna: Bab 151 - Bab 157

Trixie’s POVJoe’s eyes locked on me, sharp and searching. “How do you know?” he asked, his voice low, tense, as though he wasn’t sure he wanted the answer. I swallowed, still feeling the tremor from what I’d just seen. “My vision,” I whispered. “Just now.” Both Joe and Trevor leaned in, waiting. My hands fidgeted in my lap as I forced myself to speak clearly. “It was Janet. Only… that’s not what they called her. They called her Janessa. And she answered to it like it had always been her name.” Trevor’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing.“They were questioning her,” I continued, my heart pounding in my chest. “Asking why her mission failed. She blamed two others — names she used were Brody and Brad. Said they didn’t follow orders, and because of that, she lost everything. She was furious, telling them they’d blown a four-year undercover mission.” Joe exhaled sharply, muttering a curse.“But that wasn’t all,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “They were talking about punishing her. I tho

Trixie’s POVThe soft hum of the truck’s engine filled the space around us as Trevor drove us down the winding road toward my parents’ house. The sky outside was streaked with shades of lavender and gold, the last light of the evening sun giving way to the approaching night. I sat with my elbow propped against the window, absently tracing the fog of my breath on the glass, while the radio played a sad, soulful song I couldn’t resist singing along to.Trevor’s hand rested casually on the steering wheel, his other hand relaxed against his thigh. To anyone else, he probably looked calm and collected, but I knew him better than that. His jaw was set, his eyes focused straight ahead, and though he gave a little smile when I sang too loudly at the chorus, I could tell his thoughts were miles away. I softened my voice, watching him out of the corner of my eye. “You’re thinking too hard again,” I teased lightly. His gaze flicked to me for just a second before returning to the road. “Maybe,” h

Jake’s POVSunday night had fallen, the room bathed in soft golden light from the lamp in the corner. The hospital always smelled faintly of antiseptic and herbs, but tonight it was almost comforting. Jerica was still asleep, though they’d finally unhooked the herbal drip earlier in the evening. It was progress, the kind that made everyone breathe a little easier — but she still hadn’t opened her eyes.I sat beside her, her delicate hand resting in mine. My thumb traced slow circles across the back of it, the pattern familiar, soothing to both of us. I hummed the lullaby I always did when it was just us now, only this time Melissa was in the room too. She insisted on staying the night, and said she wanted to be here when her baby woke up. I didn’t mind. Jerica deserved all the love in the world, and if Melissa could give her another piece of it, all the better.Laying my head on the mattress, I turned to look at Jerica’s face. The worst of the bruises had faded now. The lighter ones w

By the end of the week, the pack finally felt like it was breathing again. Jerica was released from the hospital Saturday morning, her color restored, her strength returning in small but steady waves. She was still walking with caution, her ribs not yet fully mended, but the doctors agreed she was strong enough to recover at home. Physical therapy would begin on Monday, and though she pretended to dread it, Jake swore he saw a spark of determination in her eyes when she signed her release papers.Trixie had been her shadow all week, never missing a night at the hospital. Between classes and assignments, she’d made a point to sit beside Jerica’s bed, reviewing her own homework while explaining lessons to her friend. Jerica had laughed at one point, saying it felt like she had her own personal tutor. “You just don’t want me falling behind you,” she teased. But Trixie knew the truth — it wasn’t about school. It was about making sure Jerica knew she wasn’t alone.By Tuesday, Joe delivered