บททั้งหมดของ Stolen Luna By The Rival Alpha: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

AlexanderHe added, “We haven’t been able to get in touch with them for days. They might think we’re dead!”“Just for now!” I retorted, frustration boiling over. “Why wouldn’t Xandriel just come back, huh?” Our argument fizzled out as Percival entered the room, his face etched with distress.“The property line is secure, and most of the fires have been extinguished. We’ve taken a few prisoners, but we never found Xandriel’s body.” Percival slumped at the table, resting his head in his hands with a deep sigh. “Hey boss, we’ve lost quite a bit this time.” His words seemed to echo the hollow feeling in my chest.“Why isn’t this getting any better?” Jeremiah lifted the gauze, replacing it with a fresh one. Everything turned red instantly, and I winced at the pain. “You’re bleeding a lot. What did Jordan say?”“A wound caused by another alpha doesn’t heal easily,” I said, struggling to stay awake as the blood loss weighed heavily on me. “It’s going to need stitching. I assume you know what

AlexanderThe BMW’s engine quieted with a press of a button, and I leaned back in the passenger seat, feeling the persistent sting of my wound. Every single stitch seemed to pulse with each movement. “We’ll start civilly and escalate if necessary,” I said. “If he’s done something, I’ll start by cutting off his fingers and then his hands.” The car doors opened, and the crunch of boots on pea gravel filled the air. “I’ve been through this with Margo before, and I don’t believe in giving second chances.”“Man, her scent is everywhere,” Jeremiah remarked, looking around. “Why would they have a motive right after a war? They know our guys got hurt. I thought we were on the same team?”“They probably knew that,” I replied, lighting up a cigarette and letting it dangle from the corner of my mouth. I shoved the pack back into my pocket. “They’re always trying to get the upper hand. Even though we’re allies, they still enjoy asserting dominance.”“You seem pretty chill about what we’re about t

Seraphina I wouldn’t be surprised if Alexander was quite brutal in battle, especially considering I saw him raiding Xandriel’s pack. And I wouldn’t put it past Xandriel to be just as ruthless. When an unstoppable force meets an immovable object, you can bet it's going to make a huge impact. Two bitter foes, each determined to bring about the other's demise, are bound to clash violently. I could almost feel the tension in the air, thick with the weight of their impending clash.I just noticed that Alexander's ring is missing from my finger. It hit me like a punch to the gut. Looks like they took it while I was in surgery. It was the last remaining item he had given me, a tangible reminder of him that was now gone."Hey there, I hope you're doing alright," Sabelle said, extending her hand towards me with a neutral expression. Her tone was polite but distant, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. "Claudius wants to see you." I had no idea what Claudius wanted to discu

AlexanderXandriel had ruthlessly attacked our territory, leaving nothing but destruction in his wake. His men stormed through our estate, their indifferent march leaving a trail of wreckage. I had commanded my warriors to fight back, but the echoes of our failure seemed to mock us, relentless and unforgiving.Frustration bubbled within me, my chest heaving with urgency. Every moment felt like a weight pressing down, suffocating and relentless."Malia!" Hayes shouted as he rushed down the front stairs of the pack house. His voice cracked with a level of anguish I had never heard before. "Malia!" The raw pain in his voice pierced through me. I grabbed him by the collar, pulling him close, my grip tight and firm."Hayes!" I shook him, my hands gripping his shoulders. His eyes darted around in panic, reflecting the chaos within."Malia, Malia is gone!" he yelled, his hands clawing at my arms with such force that blood began to seep from the scratches his nails left. The sight of the bed,

Seraphina “Excuse me,” Alaya said as she joined Savannah across the way. Her departure left me alone with my thoughts, and I decided to leave the courtyard and head back to my private quarters. My steps were slow, my head down to avoid any curious glances or questions. Each step felt heavy, as if I was dragging myself through a fog of grief. All I wanted was to crawl back into bed and escape the relentless reminder that the person I loved the most was no longer here. The emptiness inside me was overwhelming, a gaping void that I wasn’t sure how to fill. I needed time to grieve for him—my closest companion, my kindred spirit.…I lost Margo, my very first friend.I lost my home, everything, all at once.“Hey there, Strega!” I froze as I walked into my room, my heart skipping a beat. Luca was already there, standing up from my bed, his presence an unwelcome intrusion. The sight of him sent a chill down my spine, a reminder of the turmoil that had taken over my life. I was about to lea