Semua Bab Alpha's Rebellious Luna: Bab 41 - Bab 50

(Natalie's POV)I was still standing in front of my painting, watching Florian through the glass doors, when I noticed Zack and Henry approaching. They stopped directly in front of my artwork, their expressions morphing into undisguised disgust."So ugly!" Henry exclaimed, not bothering to lower his voice.Zack nodded in agreement. "Uniquely ugly. I've never seen anything quite like it."I remained silent, curious about how long they would continue insulting my work before noticing I was standing right beside them.Henry leaned closer to the painting, peering at the corner. "Who would even create something like this? Let me check the signature..."He suddenly froze, his hand hovering in mid-air. I could see the exact moment realization struck him.Zack, oblivious to his friend's discomfort, nudged him impatiently. "Well? Who's the talentless artist?"Henry straightened, his eyes darting nervously between me and the painting. "Um... I don't think...""Come on, just tell me," Za

(Natalie's POV)I stepped into the main hall of the Silverstone pack house, only to freeze at the sight before me. William Winters and Lucas stood inches apart, their faces contorted with fury. The tension between them was almost visible, crackling in the air like electricity before a storm.Taking a careful step backward, I weighed my options. Whatever was happening, it wasn't my business, and I'd learned long ago that inserting myself into Silverstone pack drama only led to trouble. Better to retreat to my room and let them sort out their issues.I had barely turned when William's head snapped in my direction, his copper hair catching the light."Natalie!" he called, lunging forward to grab my wrist. His grip was firm but not painful, his eyes wide with urgency. "I have something to tell you!"Lucas slammed his fist down on the oak table, the impact sending small tremors through the floor. "William Winters! Don't push your luck!"William's fingers immediately loosened around my

(Derek's POV)Silver-tipped arrows whistled through the air as our convoy sped along the disputed borderlands between Northern and Eastern Territories. One pierced the rear window of our SUV, showering glass across my shoulders as I ducked for cover."Keep down, Alpha!" shouted my driver, swerving violently to avoid another barrage.The protective escort of beta wolves surrounding us had been systematically picked off in the ambush. I could hear their howls of pain mixing with the snarls of our attackers.Through the fractured window, I caught a glimpse of a glint on the ridge above us – a sniper. Before I could shout a warning, a silver bullet streaked through the air, hitting a nearby vehicle's gas tank. The explosion rocked our SUV, sending it careening off the road.We crashed hard against an embankment. My head slammed into the side window, momentarily dazing me. When my vision cleared, the driver was slumped over the steering wheel, blood streaming from a gash on his forehea

(Natalie's POV)The morning started like any other day. I finished my breakfast quickly, eager to escape the stifling atmosphere of the dining room. As I was about to head upstairs, the doorbell rang.Walter Reed moved to answer it, his steps measured and deliberate as always. I paused on the staircase, curiosity getting the better of me.The front door swung open to reveal several unfamiliar wolves standing on our doorstep. Their expensive clothing and confident postures marked them as high-ranking pack members. Lucas materialized from nowhere, greeting them with an enthusiasm that bordered on desperation."Welcome, welcome to the Silverstone pack house," he gushed, bowing deeply. "Please, come in. My father is expecting you."The obsequious tone in his voice made me uneasy. Lucas was many things, but he was rarely this deferential to anyone outside our pack.Richard appeared moments later, dressed in his finest suit. His smile seemed frozen in place as he extended his hand to t

(Lucas's POV)I rushed alongside the pack healer as they transported Cassidy on a stretcher. Her face was pale, the red marks around her neck standing out in stark contrast against her skin."She needs immediate treatment," the healer urged, voice tense with concern.But as soon as we reached the clinic and tried to move Cassidy to the examination table, she erupted into hysterics."Don't touch me!" she screamed, thrashing violently. "Get away from me!"Her eyes were wild, unfocused, like she wasn't really seeing us at all. The healers tried to approach, but she lashed out, clawing at anyone who came near."Cassidy, please," I begged, trying to hold her shoulders. "You need help."She threw her head back and let out a heart-wrenching wail that made my blood run cold."That's my mate! Mine!!!" she screamed, over and over. "He's mine! He's mine! Not hers! MINE!"Mother appeared in the doorway, her face drawn with worry. She rushed forward, arms outstretched to embrace Cassidy.