Semua Bab Alpha's Rebellious Luna: Bab 111 - Bab 120

(Third-person's POV)Lucas his face went white as he stumbled forward, now walking faster than his father as a sudden realization dawned on him.The city was crawling with rogue wolves. Dangerous individuals lurked almost everywhere - desperate creatures who would do anything for the right price. And if the Nightshade pack wanted to make problems for them...He shuddered at the thought, quickening his pace toward their car.Richard Silverstone hurried after his son, casting nervous glances over his shoulder. The mere mention of rogue wolves from Ethan Blake had been enough to send both Silverstone wolves fleeing. The threat couldn't have been clearer: cross the Nightshade pack, and your territory might face some "unexpected visitors."Charlotte Reed stood beside Ethan, watching the retreating figures with undisguised curiosity. Her red dress stood out vividly against the academy's stone facade as she tilted her head in confusion."What was that all about?" she asked, still holdin

(Natalie's POV)The final target stopped moving, a perfect bullet hole through its center. I blinked in amazement, turning to stare at Florian."That crazily erratic moving target suddenly stopped, hit!" I exclaimed, immediately checking the target screen to confirm what I'd seen. Another perfect bullseye.My jaw nearly dropped. The target had been moving so unpredictably that I could barely track it with my eyes, yet Florian had hit it dead center while looking at me instead of his target."How did you do that?" I asked, genuinely impressed by his marksmanship.Instead of answering, Florian's amber eyes locked with mine, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Answer me first, am I handsome?"I sighed, recognizing his playful demand. Though I desperately wanted to know his technique, I relented."Handsome," I conceded.His smile widened, clearly pleased with my admission. He reloaded the silver-loaded gun with practiced ease, the movements so smooth they seemed effortless."It'

(Florian's POV)I watched as Natalie wiped away the last of her tears, her emotional moment passing quickly. The arrival of a large group at the airport terminal caught our attention.The werewolf artist team had landed, right on schedule. They moved with purpose through the crowded airport, led by none other than Ethan Blake. His electric blue floral shirt stood out in the sea of travelers, drawing curious glances from humans who couldn't possibly understand the power he wielded beneath that ridiculous attire."Alpha! Luna!" Ethan called out, raising his hand in greeting. Behind him trailed a procession of artists and assistants, followed by pack members carefully pushing the silver-free safes containing Natalie's paintings.I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride. Eighty paintings, each a masterpiece in its own right, created by my mate's talented hands. The culmination of months of work, now ready to be displayed to the Northern Territory."Is everything secure?" Natalie aske

(Claire's POV)"Paintings."Boom—My brain exploded at Emma's simple response. I gripped the edge of the table, trying to maintain my composure while processing this bombshell.As vice president of the Silvercrest Valley Art Association, I should have known about any significant art exhibition happening in our territory. This wasn't just any exhibition – this was the grand opening of a massive new venue!Someone was deliberately going behind my back. Someone was challenging my authority.I took a measured sip of my moonlight herb tea, hiding my shock behind the delicate porcelain cup. "How interesting," I managed to say, my voice remarkably steady despite my internal turmoil.Harrison Cypress leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with opportunistic interest. "What kind of exhibition? Territory paintings? Modern art? Traditional wolf imagery?"Emma's lips curved into a small, knowing smile. "It's a privately funded project," she replied, her tone casual as if discussing the weather.

(Ethan's POV)Emma's silver Lamborghini Urus gleamed under the morning sun, the custom paint job catching every ray of light like a mirror. That car was a statement—loud, flashy, and completely impractical for someone who needed to move discreetly. But today, discretion was the last thing on Emma's mind.I followed behind in my black SUV, maintaining a respectful distance as she deliberately cruised down the main road of Silvercrest Valley with Natalie in the passenger seat. After their cemetery visit, they were heading to the exhibition hall, moving at a pace slow enough to be noticed by every wolf with functioning eyes."Are they trying to attract attention?" Charlotte asked from the passenger seat beside me, her red dress a vibrant splash of color against the SUV's dark interior."That's exactly what they're doing," I replied, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel. "It's part of Natalie's plan."Charlotte crossed her arms. "What plan? Why doesn't anyone tell me anything?"