Semua Bab Alpha's Rebellious Luna: Bab 131 - Bab 140

(Natalie's POV)The first day of the "Ancient Wolf Legends" exhibition had been an overwhelming success, but by the time the last visitor left, I felt like I'd been hit by a freight train. The crowds had been relentless—wave after wave of wolves eager to see the paintings, ask questions, and witness the candle-smoke technique firsthand.Zack had worked himself hoarse explaining logistics to territory media representatives. Emma's voice cracked from hours of coordinating with potential investors. Henry looked like he'd aged five years in one day, frantically taking notes and making connections.The werewolf artists from my team had spoken more today than they typically did in an entire year. Their faces were flushed from exhaustion, but their eyes sparkled with pride. This was their moment too, and they'd risen to the occasion brilliantly.Ethan had maintained maximum alert status for over ten hours straight. I'd watched him systematically scan the crowd, his body rigid with tension

(Third-person's POV)In the Western Territory's most exclusive pack business coalition, crystal chandeliers cast warm light across the marble ballroom. The cocktail party was in full swing, with influential wolves from various packs mingling over moonlight wine and delicate hors d'oeuvres.Among the sea of tailored suits and elegant gowns, one figure stood out for his quiet refinement. Lucas Silverstone moved through the crowd with practiced grace, his perfectly fitted charcoal suit emphasizing his lean frame. The transformation from his previous state in Silvercrest Valley was remarkable.Gone was the anxious young wolf who had fled his territory in desperation. In his place stood a composed gentleman who drew curious glances wherever he went."Who is that young wolf by the fountain?" whispered a she-wolf in emerald silk to her companion. "He arrived just half a month ago, but somehow gained access to tonight's event.""I heard he's from an old aristocratic bloodline," another vo

(Richard's POV)The morning sun painted the estate in golden hues as our two luxury vehicles finally came to a stop. My legs ached from the prolonged journey, the muscles cramped from sitting in the same position for hours. I discreetly stretched my back, maintaining the composed demeanor I'd cultivated over decades of pack leadership.I hadn't anticipated such an extensive drive into the Northern Territory. The winding mountain roads had tested even our high-end vehicles' suspension systems.Lucas stepped out of the second car, his face flushed slightly from the motion. His directness showed immediately."Alpha Blake, why is it so far?" he asked, unable to hide his discomfort.Aria quickly interjected with an apologetic smile. "I forgot to mention earlier - we're staying here overnight. We can't leave until the pack business is concluded."Lucas's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "But we didn't pack for an extended stay..."I allowed a frown to cross my features, though internally

(Florian's POV)The private jet cruised smoothly through the afternoon sky as I scrolled through my phone, reviewing the final auction results for "Jealousy." The numbers were exactly what I'd intended - astronomical enough to cement Natalie's reputation as a world-class artist.Natalie looked at me with that helpless expression I'd grown to love. Her green-gold eyes held a mixture of exasperation and disbelief."Are you foolish with money?" she asked, her voice carrying that particular tone she used when she thought I'd done something completely insane.I put down my phone and met her gaze directly. "Precisely."She shook her head, though I could see the understanding in her eyes. Commercially, the move made perfect sense. The nine-figure purchase had inflated her market value beyond anything we could have achieved through traditional promotion.Still, the sheer amount of money involved clearly bothered her practical nature."The auction house fees alone could fund a small pack

(Third-person's POV)Natalie suddenly let out a soft chuckle, the sound cutting through the quiet like a blade."Why did you laugh?" she asked, her voice carrying an unsettling lightness.Isabella looked up from her apple, meeting Natalie's gaze with curiosity. In the next second, a small silver blade flew from her fingertips with lightning speed.Thud!The knife embedded itself in the polished surface of the coffee table, the metal still vibrating from the impact. The movement was so fast it left afterimages in the air.Everyone present, except Florian, couldn't even see where Isabella had drawn the blade from. Her hand moved like a striking serpent.Isabella raised her chin toward Natalie, a subtle signal for her to make the next move.Richard's panic exploded into desperate words. "Natalie! Please, think of our family bonds! Remember your parents - they wouldn't want this! Your grandmother loved you so much, she wouldn't want you to harbor such hatred!"His voice grew incre