Semua Bab Alpha's Rebellious Luna: Bab 51 - Bab 60

(Zack's POV)"Are you planning to kill someone?" I asked as I hurried to keep pace with Florian's long strides across the Northern Territory Airport terminal.His face was carved from stone, jaw clenched so tight I could almost hear his teeth grinding. The cold fury radiating from him had other wolves instinctively clearing a path before us."If necessary," he replied, his voice deceptively calm.That wasn't the answer I was hoping for. An Alpha wolf on a rampage could create territorial disputes that would take months, if not years, to resolve."The jet's barely cooled its engines and you're already in murder mode," I muttered, checking my phone for updates from my Silvercrest Valley contacts.Florian didn't respond, his amber eyes focused straight ahead as we exited the terminal building. The evening air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and distant water from the lake.Just as we reached the vehicles waiting for us, Florian's phone vibrated. He pulled it out, glancing at

(Natalie's POV)The car moved silently through the night. Florian's amber eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, not once glancing in my direction. The silence between us felt oppressive, weighing on my chest like a physical burden.I turned to look at him, studying his strong profile outlined by the passing streetlights. His jaw was clenched tight, the muscle there twitching slightly."Don't look," he said coldly, not turning his head.I obediently shifted my gaze to the city lights outside the window. A bitter realization settled in my stomach. He knew about my plan. Perhaps he had known all along and was simply playing along, waiting for the right moment to confront me.I should have anticipated this. His perception was too sharp, his instincts too finely tuned to be fooled for long. I had truly angered him this time.I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, my mind racing to find a solution, a way to explain, to justify. But I kept hitting dead ends. Under his scrutiny, any l

(Florian's POV)I stared at Natalie, momentarily struck speechless by her passionate analysis of the painting. Her green-gold eyes shone with an intensity I hadn't seen before, illuminating her face with a fierce intelligence that was both beautiful and unsettling."Become the sea monster and the crashing waves instead," she had said. Not the prey, but the predator."Do you know what you are?" I asked, studying her with newfound curiosity. "You possess hunter thinking."Confusion flickered across her face. "Hunter thinking? What does that mean?"Her response intrigued me further. She truly didn't recognize the predatory instinct that shaped her worldview. I moved closer, searching her face as if I could find answers in the curves of her cheeks and the depths of her unusual eyes."How can you not realize your own nature?" I mused, more to myself than to her.Natalie shifted uncomfortably under my scrutiny. "I don't understand what you're talking about."I leaned forward, capturi

(Natalie's POV)I watched as Connor Redwood charged toward Florian, his face contorted with rage. "You're courting death!" he snarled, his undamaged hand clenched into a fist.The speed at which Florian moved took my breath away. One second he was standing easily, the next he was flashing in front of Connor.His alpha power erupted and Connor was completely overwhelmed by Florian's alpha power, standing still and unable to move.Florian's right hand changed into a wolf's claw and grabbed Connor's fractured brace and squeezed it as hard as he could, and with a crunch, the brace shattered instantly.Connor staggered backward, confusion spreading across his face before the pain registered. He looked down at his now-mangled brace in horror.Florian wasn't finished. He clenched his fist again, and I heard a series of cracking sounds as he methodically broke each finger on Connor's good hand.A scream tore from Connor's throat as he collapsed to his knees, cradling his ruined hand aga

(Florian's POV)I pushed through the door of my lakeside apartment, muscles aching pleasantly from the intense training session. The familiar scent of home welcomed me—leather furniture, herbal cigarettes, and that faint trace of pine from the forest outside."Welcome back, boss," Zack called from the living area.I grunted in acknowledgment, shrugging off my jacket and dropping it onto the couch. Zack stood near the window, holding what appeared to be a painting in his hands."Should I hang this one?" he asked, lifting the frame slightly.I walked closer, instantly recognizing the childish painting Natalie had created for the exhibition—all fluffy clouds and mountains rendered in blue and white. The sight of it irritated me instantly."No," I snapped. "Dismantle the frame and fold it. It's an eyesore."Zack raised an eyebrow but knew better than to question my mood. I turned away, moving to the window that overlooked the lake. The water rippled with the evening breeze, dark and