All Chapters of The Alpha's Unworthy Luna : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ANDREW'S POV,The morning light in the wolf country felt softer than in the mountains of my home. It spread over the palace gardens like melted gold, touching every leaf, every petal, and even the dew on the potted roses on my balcony. I hate roses, especially white ones, but Georgina told me to deal with it because they put it in my balcony as a symbol of peace between the two nations. Apparently, my father gave white roses to all the wolves who were present in the signing of the peace treaty, and ever since then, it became the symbol of peace. I found the white roses dead and boring, and not something that would remind me of peace. After hearing the story from Georgina, I couldn't wait to ask my father about the significance behind choosing that flower. From my room, I could see almost the entire southern courtyard. It was strange that President Ryan chose to place me in a room facing the back entrance of the Palace. It was probably a way to show trust in me and the Lycans because

ELENA'S POV,“It's different. Like when Daddy looks at you.”I didn’t have an appropriate answer for her, but at the same time, I knew I couldn't let her think that something was going on between Prince Andrew and me. Ollie was very mature for someone her age, so I knew I couldn't just sweep it under the rug, hoping she would be distracted by something new soon. She was never that girl, so I had to come up with something very fast.“Do you remember the story I told you about my parents?” At the end, I chose to be truthful because I didn't feel comfortable lying to her. “I know it has been months, but it's related to that.”I wanted to share the illogical thoughts I had with someone, but I feared others might judge me for them. I had no idea what I wanted to prove, but the thought took shape in my head a while ago and wasn't going away. I needed to tell someone that, for my own sanity, and I knew Ollie was never going to judge me like others might.“Yeah, you don't know who your parents

ANDREW'S POV, “Good night, Prince Andrew.”Her voice lingered long after she turned away and went inside her room. I gave her a short nod when she looked at me for the last time, pretending it meant nothing, and followed Georgina back down the corridor. Ryan was still standing at the far end of the hallway, talking to one of his pack members, but his eyes followed us until we disappeared around the corner. The Alpha President was trying to be polite, but the stiffness in his shoulders said everything he couldn't with words. He didn’t like me around Elena for some reason, and if I wasn't aware about the taste of men in power, I would have assumed he fancied her. One thing I was certain of, judging by the reactions of the people around, no one wanted me near Elena and that included Georgina too.We walked back to my room in silence and once the door to my suite closed behind us, she spun to gave me a stern look. Her face was covered with annoyance and I knew she was going to scream at

RYAN'S POV,The light spilling from the half-closed door of Elena's bedroom cut across the floor like a thin blade. I stood there longer than I should have, listening for any sound from inside, but nothing came to welcome me. There was just the silence of the night on that side of the palace, contrasting with the dinner. There was only the occasional laughter rising from downstairs, and the faint hiss of the air vents.Jealousy isn't a feeling I was much familiar with, mostly because I never had a proper reason. I had everything I could have asked for, but Prince Andrew was making things very difficult. Jealousy wasn't something I should have entertained as a man, and certainly not as the Alpha President. I always thought it was irrational and beneath someone who should lead a nation.But that night, it felt like Prince Andrew placed a burning coal on my chest.I told myself I wasn't jealous to satisfy my own ego. I told myself I was only worried about appearances, about what people m

ELENA'S POV,The breakfast was unnecessarily uncomfortable then it had to be, and I wasn't sure how to react in such a weird situation.The bitterness I felt in my heart when I looked around the room wasn't because of the food or the amazing company I was having early in the morning. No! I was bitter because everyone on that huge breakfast table was pretending not to stare at me, while I knew they had their eyes fixed on me whenever I was not looking at them. They were whispering about me and Prince Andrew, I could see that in their eyes, no matter how much they wanted to hide the obvious.Someone must have leaked the information about the night before, and now everyone was judging my character based on that rumour. They had no idea what actually happened between us. I was sure about that because Prince Andrew wasn't the type to waste his time explaining himself to strangers. And rumours in the presidential palace have a peculiar habit of obscuring the truth while adding details to sp