Semua Bab The Alpha's Runaway Luna : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Hazel P.O.V. Elder Max works like a storm in a teacup, quiet, contained, and somehow the whole room bends around him. In the pack clinic he slides ugly little jars across the counter while I measure by eye and temper. Iron ash. Salt. Vinegar boiled with nail heads until the air taste like rain in an old forge. He watches my hands like a teacher who already knows I won’t spill.“Heat-reactive binder,” he says when the mixture goes from clear to cloudy. “Ashfen always cut with verdigris when they’re in a hurry.”“Good,” I reply, meaning not good at all. “Then we’ll make their hurry choke.”Now the bottle rides my belt, warm from my palm. When we meet up with everyone before going to the interrogation room, I deliver another bottle to Grady with the instructions he needs to know. He kisses my forehead, his eyes searching for a second. Then he nods, and we smile at one another. Iron ash dusts the thresholds Becky and two Omegas swept while the sprinklers coughed their last and the hallw

Hazel P.O.V.Back in the conference room Becky is finding the feed from this morning, and Elder Max is explaining all there is about the keystone that he knows. We watch and when the feed goes black and the house inhales, we look at each other with wide eyes. This is so much bigger than we thought. Elder Max is already moving; Becky’s fingers are thunder on glass; Kaia’s eyes cut to me for the beat it takes to decide if we run or we hold. Her eyes steady as the drum of our hearts. We hold. This is our home now, and we are going to defend it.“We plug the hole,” I say, before the fear can grow deep. “Then we take back our stone.”“Alpha floor,” Elder Max agrees, the clay rod tucked under his arm like a duelist’s blade. “Now.”We take the back stairs on a run. The air changes as we climb, dry and charged.. The vault door stands open like a mouth that never should have learned how; inside, the little cradle in the stone plinth is empty. My stomach drops, but somewhere in the pit of it

Grady P..O.V.River’s palm hits the daycare glass. On the other side Lily’s unicorns are crooked, Miss Pat is a general getting the kids to order without creating chaos, and the handle tries to smile.The song thins the air, and Hazel goes very still beside me, the kind of still that means if I breathe wrong I’ll set off a landslide.“Not your voice,” I murmur on the link, keeping my aura flat so it doesn’t shake the door. “A recording.”“I know,” she says, and the steadiness of it makes everything inside me want to kneel. “Breathe with me.” I tell her, and we do. Four in, four hold, four out. Sparks tick up our joined hands like carbonated lightning. Onyx paces. Ebony presses her weight into my blood through Hazel’s palm, a long, low reassurance that makes all my nerve ends shiver with energy.The song echoes out, as River glares at the cameras like he can see the person who is trying to lure Lily out of the daycare sanctuary. Lily’s laugh bubbles up as if the world didn’t hold its

Hazel P.O.V.The next morning comes faster than I anticipated, and the feelings between Grady and I have developed so much after everything that’s happened and the way he has taken not only me, but also Lily into his life. He acts like a mate, a father and an Alpha. It’s a turn on, and one I never thought I would face again. One I have fought ever since we came back. But now? I want him, Ebony wants him. She has always been team Grady, but the sensation of having his mark on me, and him claiming me as his own. The thought sends chills down my spine, and I shudder a little. Today we have the Sun Hearing, and we can’t do anything before that has been faced by the pack. Elder Max explained it to us, and we’re basically dragging our enemies from the shadows and into the sun for questioning, and so the pack knows exactly who we are dealing with. What they do with Sabel is shadow work, and we need to make people see them for who they really are. That’s the plan for today. Maxwell is going

Hazel P.O.V.The house is quiet as Lily sleeps with the fox under one arm and the door cracked to the width of what we promised. Down the hall, our room feels wider than it did a week ago, the ceiling higher and the air warmer, as if the keystone under the floor has learned our names.Grady’s palm is on my back, between my shoulderblades, where no used to live. It doesn’t anymore even though it’s still there, it’s smaller, almost gone.Grady looks at me with those gorgeous eyes, they are as heated as I feel. Ebony rolls inside my mind, ready for this moment, silently pushing me forward. I find his mouth in the semi darkness, kissing him slowly at first, looking for consent which he gives without argument. We roll and I end up on top of him, I sit up, pulling my top over my head and showing him my bare skin. I’m only in my underpants now, very much aware of his body under me, his breathing and every movement between us. “Consent check,” he says, “are you sure?” I swallow a lump and no