Semua Bab The Alpha's Unworthy Luna : Bab 131 - Bab 135

JULIAN’S POV,Power is a strange thing. You never notice how much of it you have until people start whispering that you've lost it.I stood inside my temporary residence, which would have been mine if those barbarians hadn't revolted against my family. They wanted democracy, the power to choose their leaders, because they feared the King was looting their resources for his own benefit. They actually believed that things would change for the better once the monarchy was gone. They thought that the elective government would not be corrupt.I couldn't help but laugh at them, at how they were used by those who wanted to take power from my family for themselves. Before, it was my family who ruled the nation, and now it's those five families who pretend to be democratic and care for the common people. They are selling the dream that anyone can rule the country, but the truth is that every single president we have ever had has come from one of those five families.I watched the temple of the

GEORGINA'S POV,I can't remember what led me to believe it was a great idea to blow the fallen werewolf Prince.I wanted Julian to listen, but at the same time, I didn't want him to think too much about what I was saying. I knew he wasn't an idiot, so it wouldn't have taken him long to hold the information I was giving him over my head, if it meant he would benefit at the end. He was a man with no honour, and I was told he wasn't respectful towards women either.He was one of those people who viewed women as nothing more than a means to their own satisfaction. So, I knew a little seduction would keep his mind busy, and that's why I decided to do it in the first place. But when that seduction took over my head and turned into a wild desire, I couldn't pinpoint it. A second ago I was running my hand over his chest, and the other, I was on my knees in front of him.I knew I was going to regret it later, but my hands didn't stop from pulling down his pants along with the black boxer brief

RYAN’S POV Andrew’s words hung between us, sharp and unwelcome. “Did you send him?” he asked quietly. I didn’t answer right away. I didn’t need to. The look on my face was enough. His jaw tightened. “You didn’t.” “No,” I said flatly. “I didn’t.” For a moment, he looked genuinely unsettled—not triumphant, not relieved. Uneasy. The kind of unease that comes when a possibility you hadn’t considered suddenly demands attention. “Then why was your Beta there?” Andrew pressed. “My spies are rarely wrong about locations. Bloodwood Forest. The orphanage ruins. People who shouldn’t be revisiting those places anymore.” I exhaled slowly, turning away from him and setting my glass down on the table a little harder than necessary. “Corbin doesn’t answer to anyone but me. If he was there, he had a reason.” “And you don’t know what that reason is,” Andrew said. I turned back sharply. “Careful.” “This isn’t about politics,” he snapped, irritation finally breaking through his controlled ton