Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha King's Contract Luna : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

AVAThe throne hall had transformed into a feast of gold and silver. Long tables were spread with roasted meats, honeyed breads, fruits glistening like jewels under the chandelier light. Goblets overflowed with wine that smelled sharp and sweet, and laughter rolled through the air as the Alphas of every pack gathered.Edward and I sat at the high table, draped in rich furs, the crowns still gleaming on our heads. To my right sat Edward, regal as ever, though I caught the faintest hint of amusement in his eyes as he listened to one Alpha boast about his warriors. To my left, the Lycan King Alaric commanded attention with his mere presence, his golden eyes assessing everything like he was weighing each soul in the room.And then—Liam. My past. My mistake. He sat across the hall among the other Alphas, his dark hair catching the light, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed on me. He didn’t blink. Didn’t look away.I refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing he still affected me. So I leane

EdwardThe meeting dragged longer than I expected. The council of elders always found a way to argue over the smallest detail—land distribution between packs, new warriors to be trained, supplies for the northern borders. Each voice around the long oak table carried weight, but at the end of it, they all looked at me for the final word.I leaned back in my chair, the heavy crest of the Alpha King gleaming above us on the stone wall. My tone was calm but firm when I settled the dispute. “Send twice the rations to the northern border, and add ten more warriors to their patrol. I want stability there before winter sets in. No excuses.”They bowed their heads in agreement, their voices overlapping in murmured acknowledgments. That was the end of it. I dismissed them with a wave of my hand, and the room emptied slowly, robes trailing, boots echoing across the polished floor.When the last of them left, I rose, adjusting the golden clasp of my cloak. My Beta, Desmond, fell into step beside

Ava The morning sun spilled through the tall windows, catching on the gold trim of my chamber walls. I sat before the vanity while two of my maids fussed over the laces at my back, another smoothing the folds of my gown. Their chatter filled the room, the kind that usually made the dressing less tedious. “…and the kitchen’s been buzzing since dawn,” one of them said, fastening the last ribbon. “All for the visitors.” “Visitors?” I asked, raising a brow at her reflection in the mirror. The youngest maid, her hands full of pins, gasped like she’d just given away a secret. “Oh—didn’t you hear, Your Grace? How could you not know?” “Know what?” My voice was steady, though curiosity tugged hard at me. She leaned in a little, whispering though the whole room could hear. “Your parents. Alpha Gary and Luna Celene. They’re visiting the palace today.” I froze, my brush slipping slightly from my hand. “My parents?” The maid with the pins nodded eagerly. “Yes, Your Grace. Word is Luna Antoi

“FLASHBACK”The balcony opened wide to the night, the silver glow of the moon bathing everything in soft light. Luna Selene leaned against the rail, her belly heavy beneath her gown, a bowl of sliced apples and berries in her hands. She picked at them slowly, savoring each bite. Beside her, Alpha Garry sat with his chair angled toward her, his hand resting protectively on her knee.“You’re eating for two now,” he teased softly, watching her pop another piece of fruit into her mouth.She gave him a playful glare. “And whose fault is that?” Her lips curved into a smile as she reached for another slice.His chuckle rumbled low. “When the baby comes, I already know the name.”Selene raised a brow. “We don’t even know if it’s a boy or girl yet. How can you name someone you haven’t met?”“Because it will be a boy,” Garry said firmly, his eyes shining with stubborn certainty. He lifted his gaze to the moon and whispered a quick prayer. “Moon Goddess, bless me with a son to carry my name, my

Their breathing filled the quiet room—ragged, uneven, still echoing with the rhythm they’d just shared. The sheets clung to their skin, damp and tangled. Lila lay sprawled across Desmond’s chest, her hair sticking to his shoulder, both of them slick with sweat. The air smelled faintly of musk and candle smoke.She tilted her head up, lips brushing his jaw. “You’re… the best,” she whispered, her voice low and breathy. “You’re so damn good. I can’t believe this is what I’ve been missing… all these years I kept saying no.”Desmond smiled faintly, the corner of his mouth lifting as he tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. “Guess you made up for it tonight,” he murmured.She laughed softly—short, warm—but her eyes lingered on his face. For a moment, it was almost tender. Then he cupped her cheek and said quietly, “Lila… I love you. I mean that. I’d like to make you mine.”The laughter faded from her lips. Her gaze flickered, searching his, and then she looked away. “Desmond,” s