Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha's Rebellious Luna: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

(Natalie's POV)The house buzzed with activity beneath my feet. I could hear the excited voices, the hurried footsteps, and the occasional burst of laughter. The Redwood pack had arrived early to perform the pre-mating ceremony, and the entire Silverstone pack compound was alive with celebration.Except for my room.I sat in the most secluded spot in the house – a locked room on the third floor where I'd spent the last ten years of my life. My tiny space contained only a bed, desk, and an easel in the corner. No space for additional furniture, no room to breathe.I mixed paints on my palette, focusing on getting the right shade of green. Outside my window, I could see the ancient oak trees of Silvercrest Valley swaying in the gentle breeze. The forest called to me, to my wolf Vega, but we remained locked away, forgotten."This is a special day for the pack," I whispered to myself, dipping my brush into the paint. "Cassidy's mating day."My cousin Cassidy, the pack's eldest daught

(Zack's POV)"You're telling me you didn't see her?" Florian paced the room, his agitation evident in every step.I scratched my head, confused by his intensity. "What woman are we talking about exactly?""The one in the pearl white dress." Florian's eyes flashed with irritation. "The most beautiful she-wolf at the ceremony.""There were dozens of females there," I reminded him. "Many of them in white.""Not like her." Florian's voice was firm. "She wasn't just pretty—she was stunning. Natural beauty, minimal makeup. The way she carried herself..."I'd never seen my Alpha this fixated on a woman before. It was...concerning."Maybe you could describe her more specifically?" I suggested."Green eyes with gold flecks," he said immediately. "Long dark hair with natural highlights. Slender. Moved with unusual grace."I frowned, trying to recall anyone matching that description."And she was wearing an ill-fitting white dress," Florian added. "Not a wedding gown exactly, more like

(Natalie's POV)I calmly unlocked my phone's secondary system, a precaution I'd set up long ago. The screen immediately filled with notifications—dozens of missed calls and messages, mostly from Silvercrest Valley.My finger hovered over one from Richard. I could almost feel his rage through the device. Without checking any of them, I switched back to the main system and slipped the phone into my pocket.Three months of freedom was not enough. I wouldn't go back. Not now, not ever.I grabbed my small travel bag from under the bed and quietly left my cabin. William's threat to contact my pack lingered in my mind, but I refused to let fear control me again.The corridor outside was deserted. Most passengers were either gambling in the casino or dining in one of the ship's many restaurants. Perfect for me to move unnoticed.I wandered through the opulent cruise ship, taking in the lavish décor. Artwork lined the walls—expensive pieces that probably cost more than what most wolves ea

(Lucas' POV)The car interior felt suffocating as I stared at Natalie sitting beside me. Ten years of living under the same roof, and somehow, she remained a stranger—a thorn in my family's side."Give me your phone," I demanded, holding out my hand.Without hesitation, Natalie handed it over. Her compliance annoyed me even more than resistance would have. I showed no gratitude, just snatched it from her palm."Password," I barked.She recited a six-digit number, and I quickly checked her recent contacts. Emma Winters' name appeared multiple times. That friendship had always bothered my father—the Winters pack was too powerful to antagonize directly, but their association with Natalie complicated everything.I scrolled through her messages, my jaw clenching tighter with each one. "You've been staying with Emma these past months.""Did you expect me to sleep on the street?" Natalie's voice was calm, infuriatingly so.My eyes shifted to her travel bag in the back seat. Something

(Natalie's POV)I watched my grandmother's chest rise and fall with each gentle breath as she slipped into sleep. Her face, lined with age and marked by moon sickness, finally looked peaceful. For a moment, I allowed myself to remember her as she once was—strong, vibrant, running through the forest in her wolf form.A harsh knock shattered the quiet moment."Natalie Silverstone! Get out here!" Victoria's shrill voice penetrated the door.I sighed, brushing a strand of hair from my grandmother's forehead before moving to open the door. Victoria stood there, face contorted with rage, hand raised to strike.She froze mid-motion.Behind her stood Richard and Lucas, my uncle's cold eyes taking in the scene."She needs to be taught a lesson," Victoria spat, lowering her hand reluctantly. "Sneaking into the pack house without permission!"I met her gaze without flinching. "I was visiting my grandmother.""Your grandmother?" Victoria sneered. "You have no right—""Victoria." Richard'