Todos os capítulos de Alpha Blake's Broken Luna : Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Blake P.O.V.We open the long room and terrass and the pack pours in like a flood. Omegas stack stew in big pots and bread in baskets and desserts I don’t deserve in a line that could make a saint sin. The noise starts unsure, then finds itself and it’s the best sound I know.Allie and I make the rounds. Not because we want to be seen, but because we want to see. Kieran’s got stitches in his eyebrow and a grin that says he earned them as he holds up his spoon like a toast and I salute him with mine. Mrs. Velasquez from the laundry glares at my filthy jacket and then hugs me hard enough to take my breath and smacks me for making her worry. The four boys from the playground stop three feet away and look at Tara like she’s a storm and she waves them closer and Athena flings mush at them and now they’re conspirators for life.“Five minutes,” Cassie hisses at me from the kitchen door, pointing her ladle like a weapon. “You get five minutes of remarks and then I’m cutting the electricity to

Allison P.O.V.“On your six,” Blake’s voice says, and everything in me that wasn’t already at attention snaps to it like a compass finding north.He doesn’t ask permission, he doesn’t drag me back. He and Xander hit the choke point like a door you don’t want to open again and Blake takes a baton on his forearm and looks offended on its behalf. Xander moves like he has been trying to get to this exact spot since the gate. He catches a red-eye by the collarbone, redirects him into his friend, smiles at Rose like he’d like to set the whole building on fire for her and isn’t sure if she would approve.“Hi,” he says, breathless, as if the fight inconveniences his mouth.“Hi,” she says, absurdly composed, then plants the baton in a gut.We finished it but we didn't do it cleverly, we did it clean. I put two down hard enough my knuckles complain and Blake snarls at a third who thinks he can get around him and changes the man’s mind with a gentle reminder about physics. Xander steps between R

Ruby P.O.V.He’s not perfect. No one is, and this is not a gym. Calder learns and adapts, he stops running his head into Xander’s setups and starts chopping his legs instead. Two thuds later and Xander’s thigh is going to be a story. He shifts weight, takes the next one on flesh that can take it, eats a jab, and answers with an elbow that makes me wince and nod. Calder bleeds from the eyebrow in a way that’s dramatic and satisfying.“Breathe,” Allie murmurs under her breath. Not to the fighters, to Rose. I echo it down the twinbond and feel her body respond under my hand. In two, out four. Nicholas counts it softly behind us, more habit than instruction.Calder changes levels and ricochets Xander off a post with a shoulder. It’s not elegant, it’s effective. When Xander comes back he sees a little too much ceiling and Calder tries to pour him through the floor. Xander goes limp at the right wrong moment, slides out, trips him with a heel, and swarms.They spill in a knotted tumble that

Crean P.O.V.“Blue Light has old men with tidy lives,” I continue. “Routine is a grateful accomplice. The same boots on the same porch at the same hour. The same path to the market, the same prayer said at the same rail. You will map them for me, you will tell me when Rose walks without an escort and you will tell me when children move without their mothers. You will tell me when Xander leaves his post because he is foolish enough to chase the wrong noise.” He nods too fast and I make my face warmer.“And while you do that,” I add, as if it is nothing, “you will carry messages. There are men in Blue Light who want Rose to be beloved but unseated. Who like the idea of her power and despise its reality. You will put them in a room and say nothing. Let them talk. It is the least bloody way to learn who they are.”“Names,” he says, eager.“If I had them all I would not need you,” I say. “You are useful because you are deniable.” He preens at that. Of course he does.“What do I get?” he de

Ruby P.O.V.Blue Light Hall breathes like a chest that forgot how and is relearning. After the circle, after Calder’s last look and the door slamming winter behind him, the room does the holy work of returning to itself, benches dragged back into lines, mugs righted and children counted for the third time even though none have sprouted wings or vanished into beams.Rose stands three steps off center, not on the dais, not yet, and lets people touch her sleeve when they need to. It’s a language packs don’t write down. Her palm meets each palm, quick, sure, an oath you only have to sign with skin. I lean into the twinbond and make it wide enough for two halls and our old circuit hums I’m here / I know / breathe with me until the eddies smooth and the noise becomes music again.Nicholas takes the far side of the room with a map and a piece of charcoal, sleeves rolled, voice low and precise. Logistics is a hymn if you sing it carefully.“Two-hour rotations on Bear’s Notch and the south run