Semua Bab The Alpha’s Luna and the Bloodmoon Amulet: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Lycia needed to see more.She brushed past a distracted guard, walking directly to the courtyard. “The whole damn courtyard feels like a theater rehearsal,” she muttered, slipping into the light.She almost numbed into a servant wobbling under a stack of velvet boxes.“Careful with that peasant,” Alpha Damien was said. “That Obsidian Talon alone could bankrupt your bloodline, crafted by Veyron the Elder himself.” He said boastfully, looking at everyone as Alpha Cove walked closely to himLycia arched a brow. “Must be nice to travel with your ego gift-wrapped.”“Well, well,” Damien said, polished boots crunching over the gravel as he spread his arms with theatrical grace. “Still broody. Still stern. Honestly, Cove, I’m starting to think you sleep standing up in a coffin.”He paused dramatically, tilting his head with mock concern.“Cove, you really should try smiling. Or drinking. Or, gods forbid…” he leaned in, voice lowering like a secret brushing Cove’s ear. “Getting laid. You lo

Back to the lycan hall, Damien was still toasting in the name of gods no one believed in, making a mockery of the etiquette with every raised goblet in Cove’s estate.He lifted yet another drink, eyes lazily raking over the crowd—until they stopped. And saw her. Again. Lycia.She moved across the hall, a tray of goblets in her hands, serving guests with quiet poise. Her steps were graceful, almost regal. Too graceful for a servant.Damien’s gaze sharpened. A slow grin tugged at his lips. With naughty thoughts running through his head. “I want her as my maid of honor while I’m here,” he said, as if it were the most casual request in the world.Everyone on their table was a bit surprised by the request of Alpha Damien. I mean the request was quite unexpected. Cove’s voice sliced through the din, sharp and immediate. “That’s not happening Alpha Damien.”Damien’s goblet paused mid-air. His jaw clenched. He didn’t even glance at Lycia again. Morrigana, seated nearby, perked up like

“She isn’t supposed to matter to me." Alpha Cove spoke quietly, just a bit louder than the fire burning behind him“She is just… a thief.”He said it like a mantra, like repeating it might magically rip her from his thoughts. But the truth laughed at him.He didn’t know if he was trying to convince or lie to himself. But neither seemed to work.He leaned back in his chair, his gaze didn’t stick to the paper he was writing on. It drifted, again, to the thought of someone he couldn't shake out of his mind.Lycia.Since her capture, he has always been drawn to her. And the fact she reminded him of Freya his lost lover, made his feelings for her strongerHe hated that he was drawn to her.And then there was Alpha Damien.The man oozed arrogance like cologne; strong, nauseating, and impossible to ignore. His voice still echoed in Cove’s mind like a bad song stuck on repeat: “I want her as my maid of honor while I’m here,”As if she were some party favor. As if she were nothing.Cove’s jaw

“I’ll be right back,” Alpha Cove muttered hoarsely. Before Lycia could form a reply, he disappeared through a side door, leaving behind only the sound of her ragged breathing and the ache curling in her bones. Her wrists throbbed. Every inhale tugged at the bruises Damien had left, each one a fingerprint of shame. The memory of his rough hands, his breath against her skin, made her stomach twist. The door creaked open again. Alpha Cove reappeared, jaw clenched, carrying a damp cloth, a small vial of salve, and, unbelievably, a roll of bandages. Lycia straightened, eyes narrowing. “I don’t need your pity,” she said coldly. He didn’t answer. Instead, he dropped to one knee in front of her, like a storm forced into stillness. He reached for her wrist. She pulled away. “I said I’m fine,” she snapped. “You don’t get to play gentle Alpha now.” His gaze shifted from her bruised wrist to her eyes. It had that dangerous look like fire burning behind iron. “Sit.” “No.” “Lycia,” he

“You called us here?” Damien asked with a sneer, crossing his arms tightly like he was there against his will. Alpha Cove stepped forward, his face hard and serious. “I didn’t bring you here to talk. I’ve already made up my mind.” Luna Anya lifted her chin, smirking. “Oh, how lucky we are; another royal decree from His Royal Highness, Alpha Cove.” Alpha Cove’s eyes flashed, cold and sharp. “Call it what you want. I’m just finally cleaning up the mess your so called Alpha had the guts to create.” Damien let out a dry, mocking laugh, his voice soaked in disdain. “Oh, I see now. You dragged us out here... over a girl? A filthy little thief? That’s what this is about?” Alpha Cove’s voice dropped, lethal and firm. “You crossed a line. Both of you. I don’t care what you thought Lycia was. You laid hands on her under my roof like she was nothing. And that makes you nothing to me.” Gasps sliced through the courtyard, tension thickening like fog before a storm. “Nothing to you?