All Chapters of The Alpha's Runaway Luna : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Josie P.O.V.My plans had been foiled once again by that irksome sister of mine. She was starting to get on my nerves for real now. I had everything on track before she came back. Why would my grandmother die right now? It was such an inconvenience, but she never cared about anything or anyone but herself and her precious ‘special ones’. I for sure wasn’t one of them. I never understood why. I was the prettiest of me and Hazel, the smartest too. UGH! That contract was going to bring me so much money, and then I would have the economical leverage to do things in this pack. Things that would get me really noticed, things that would force Grady to consider me a serious candidate for Luna. Now he was going to laugh at me. And worse - SHE was laughing at me. Something needed to be done about her.Her words in the house still stung, and I hated her more than ever. She had always been a nuisance, but now she was an outright enemy threatening the throne and position in the pack I strive to ta

Grady P.O.V.Onyx kept growling at me to fix this mess, and I knew I needed to ASAP! This was always worse than what we started with - I had jumped to conclusions although we had promised each other never to do that. I had done it, and Hazel hated my guts. Well, I didn’t know if she really hated me, but I would understand if she did. Kaia explained the situation as best as she could after Hazel stormed out of the living room. Her words sent chills down my spine, and I immediately regretted my hasty reaction. I should have asked instead of assumed. Drake is a prominent member of the pack, even if he hasn’t lived on packgrounds for years, he has given large donations to the pack hospital, the school, kindergarten and daycare. He is friends with dad, and we’ve, Becky and I, have known him since childhood. An odd fellow, reserved, but generous. We never felt like something was off about him. Or at least I never did. Had I been so blind? ‘Becky, I need you and dad at the Dalton mansion a

Hazel P.O.V.After we drop off Lily at daycare, and she promptly forgets us in favor of a unicorn coloring page and a bowl of apple slices, we cut across the lawn toward the packhouse, fingers laced. Grady keeps rubbing his thumb over my knuckles like he’s reassuring himself I’m physically here. The morning’s ugliness sits between us like a bruise, but his apology upstairs was raw and real, and every brush of his skin sends a small crackle of sparks sprinting up my arm. Ebony stretches in my mind, lazy and pleased. She likes when he remembers we’re not porcelain.“We’ll do the interrogations first,” Grady says, pushing the door open for me. “Powells, then Jos—” The alarm splits the corridor like a blade. Not the general alarm—this one is lower, meaner. Gamma-level breach. Grady’s head snaps toward the stairwell to the lower levels. ‘River?’ he barks down the link.‘Dungeon. Now,’ River growls back. ‘We have a body.’ We’re already running.The dungeon smells wrong the second we hit the

Grady P.O.V.The green thumbprint on the conference room molding is a dare. Onyx growls in my head, making my entire body vibrate with his anger. “Becky, camera scrub, ten minutes back, every hallway between here and daycare,” I say, already moving. “Kaia, with Adrian. Lock him down if he gets stupid.”Adrian mutters something that sounds like “bite me,” but Kaia’s fingers tighten on his shoulders and he subsides. Good.The bitter-green thread on the wall outside is faint, playful, like someone drew an invisible ribbon through my house and wants me to chase. I don’t sprint. I breathe. Every fourth step, I stop long enough to let the bitter scent settle and point. Onyx paces inside my mind, hackles up, pupils wide. His nose is better than mine. I let him have the front of my head and the edge of my claws.Left past the stairwell. Down the service hall. Past the laundry.‘Joel,’ I link. ‘Status.’‘Olive secure at my place. Two on the door, two rotating the yard,’ he fires back, quick a

River P.O.V.The driver has a pocketknife, a slimline pistol he’s not good enough with to be a professional, and a wedding ring he doesn’t wear enough to have a tan line. The passenger has long fingernails with powder under them that smells like the same bitter scent I’ve come to hate, a burner phone that will be disappointingly clean, and a signet ring he forgot to leave at home because his ego is bigger than his brain. I drop the ring in an evidence bag with the delicacy of a man handling a baby snake and hand it to Jessa. “Becky gets eyes on that one first.”‘Already peeking,’ Becky purrs. ‘Thank you.’ She links. Sneaky little mate. I smirk to myself. That’s my girl! “Don’t make a sound,” I tell the driver just before he does. He swallows whatever he thought was a good idea and nods, eyes flat.“Load up,” I say. “Lory in the first transport with me. Talon, you sit in the back with her and hum if she starts trying to chew plastic.”“I only know dirty songs.” Talon smirks, licking h