Todos os capítulos de Alpha's Rebellious Luna: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 147

(Derek's POV)The weight plates clanged against each other as I loaded another forty pounds onto the barbell. The prestigious werewolf university's gym was nearly empty at this hour, which was exactly how I preferred it. No curious stares, no whispered conversations about the Nightshade heir, no ambitious wolves trying to strike up conversations.I positioned myself under the bar and lifted it onto my shoulders, feeling the familiar burn in my muscles. Though I didn't possess the superhuman combat prowess of the Shadow members like my younger brother Florian or Uncle Bernard, years of dedicated fitness had given me a physique that often drew envious stares from other wolves.The mirror reflected back a body I'd earned through discipline and countless hours in various gyms across territories. But this wasn't vanity – it was necessity.As the eldest son of Magnus Nightshade, I'd grown up under constant supervision. Every movement scrutinized, every word analyzed, every public appeara

(Derek's POV)The mountain path stretched endlessly before us, winding through dense forests and rocky terrain. I adjusted my tie for the hundredth time, my immaculate suit feeling increasingly ridiculous in this wilderness setting.Beside me, eight-year-old Florian trudged along in his pajamas and cartoon slippers, his dark hair sticking up at odd angles. He'd refused to change clothes before we left, claiming he was "too tired for fancy wolf stuff.""How much longer?" Florian whined, kicking a pebble down the trail. "My feet hurt, and I'm hungry.""Life doesn't wait for comfort, little brother," I replied, maintaining my measured pace. "Pack survival means adapting to any situation, regardless of personal preferences."Florian shot me an exasperated look. "You sound like Father when he's lecturing the pack council. Do you practice being boring, or does it come naturally?"Despite myself, I smiled at his irreverence. "Respect your elders, pup.""Or what? You'll throw me off the

(Derek's POV)The semester break stretched endlessly before me, filled with the hollow routines of pack obligations and social expectations. Isabella remained at the underground training facility with Florian, while I returned to my polished existence as the Nightshade heir apparent.I managed diplomatic meetings with practiced ease. Attended territory gatherings with the appropriate smile. Fielded questions about my academic progress and future pack responsibilities with rehearsed answers.But everything felt mechanical. Empty.When the new semester finally began, I walked the familiar campus paths with deliberate composure. Students nodded respectfully as I passed. Professors greeted me with the deference due to my bloodline.I settled into my usual seat in Advanced Territorial Politics, instinctively preparing to save the chair beside me. The words "someone is sitting here" formed in my mind, ready to deflect any ambitious classmates.Then I remembered. Our relationship troubl