All Chapters of Becoming the Queen Luna : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CHRISTINAI got out of the car, my eyes still fixed on Maxwell and the young omega girl as they were walking away from the gardens, heading toward the forest, toward Maxwell's hidden house.My heart started pounding, taking a weak girl wolf into the woods, he surely wasn't going to talk about the weather with her alone in the woods where his house was far from pack grounds.Not another victim."Maxwell!" I called out, my voice cutting through the quiet evening air.He stopped, turning to look at me, and I saw irritation flash across his face before he smoothed it into that pleasant smile.The omega girl looked uncomfortable, like she'd been caught doing something wrong, her eyes darting between Maxwell and me nervously."I need to speak with Maxwell," I said, walking toward them, I turned to look at the omega who was still looking at me and I raised my brows at her."Alone. You should head back to the pack house."The girl looked at Maxwell, uncertainty clear on her face."It's okay,"

Marcel helped me sit back down on the hospital bed, his hands gentle despite the tensionradiating through his entire body."Rest," he said firmly."I have a few things that I need to handle, their actually important things and I might be gonefor a bit""Marcel….""I'm going to hold a meeting," he continued, cutting me off."And after that, I'll have a talk with Davis and we'll get to the bottom of this, Christina. Ipromise."I wanted to argue, wanted to tell him that he needed to believe me now, not later, but theexhaustion weighing down my limbs made it hard to fight."Okay," I whispered.Marcel pressed a kiss to my forehead, lingering there for a moment."Priscilla is here to see you," he said when he pulled back."I'll send her in."Then he was gone, the door closing softly behind him, a moment later, it opened again, andPriscilla walked in in hurried steps.She crossed the room in three quick steps and pulled me into a fierce hug, holding me sotight I could barely bre

CHRISTINA POVThe courtroom was exactly what I'd expected.Dark wood paneling on the walls, high ceilings, a long table at the front where Marcel wouldsit as Alpha and judge, rows of chairs on either side for the pack members who wouldwitness the proceedings.And already seated in those chairs were the pack elders, older wolves who had servedunder Marcel's father and now advised Marcel on pack matters.And among them, sitting like she belonged there, was Sandra.Marcel's mother.She looked every bit the former Luna, dressed impeccably, her posture perfect, herexpression serene.Like she hadn't just told me yesterday that she'd rather see me dead than watch me becomeLuna.My stomach churned.Marcel walked to the front of the room and took his seat in the Alpha's chair, then hegestured to the chair beside him, the one meant for the Luna."Sit, Christina," he said.I started to move toward him, relief flooding through me but before I could take more thantwo steps, Sandra's voice

MARCELI woke up reaching for her like I always did, my hand sliding across the sheets, searching for Christina’s warmth, the soft curve of her waist, the way she usually tucked herself against me but the space beside me was cold and empty. The sheets felt untouched, her scent faded like she hadn’t been there at all last night and my chest tightened instantly, I knew how yesterday played out but I didn't expect her not to come back to bed.I sat up slowly, rubbing a hand over my face, the argument from yesterday lingered like a bad taste.I’d let her go, thinking she needed space, now that decision sat heavy in my gut as I dragged myself out of bed and got ready for the day, forcing my mind toward work even as worry gnawed at the edges.Gabriel was waiting right outside the door when I stepped into the hallway, his face already carrying the weight of bad news.“Morning, Alpha,” he said, falling in step with me. “Rogue situation is getting worse, the Crescent Lake pack was hit hard l

CHAPTER 69CHRISTINAMy eyes opened slowly, like someone had glued them shut and I was tearing through layers of sticky film just to see.Everything hurt.Not sharp pain, just this dull, heavy ache that spread through my whole body like I'd been hit by a truck and left on the side of the road. My head throbbed and my muscles felt weak and useless, my throat was so dry it felt like I'd swallowed sand.I tried to move and realized I couldn't and panic shot through me, hot and immediate.I was tied down.Thick rope wrapped around my wrists and ankles, binding me to a bed that smelled like mildew and old wood. I pulled against them, testing, but they didn't give even a little, whoever had tied these knots knew what they were doing.I blinked a few more times, trying to clear my vision, trying to remember.The courtroom, maxwell's smug face, Davis lies, the look on every present pack elder staring at me like I was crazy, being dragged out, screaming and humiliated.And then I'd left Marc