บททั้งหมดของ Scarred By The Moon: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 77

Alaina's POVAdrian and I sat across from each other in the solar room of the pack house. The late afternoon sunlight spilled through the tall windows, bathing the space in golden warmth, but the tension between us chilled the air. He had gone so far as to prepare a drink for me, something sweet and light, but neither of us had touched it.For a while, we simply stared at one another, words hovering unspoken between us. My throat felt tight, and it took every ounce of strength just to speak.“I think... you might be right,” I said finally, my voice cracking as I exhaled sharply. “About Grace. I think you were right to say I should be careful around her.”Admitting that felt like betrayal. Grace had always been someone I trusted, someone I clung to when the world fell apart. But lately, the feeling that something wasn’t quite right had begun to creep in, and now it clung to my chest like a weight.Adrian's expression didn’t shift, but his

Freya’s POVCole has barely spoken to me for weeks. Ever since that awful incident tore a crack between us, silence has been our only language. The guilt gnaws at me like a wound that refuses to heal, and the knowledge that I’m the one who caused this rift makes it even harder to bridge. Every time I try to reach out, he pulls further away, and the distance between us grows colder, heavier, unbearable.It’s never easy to bring someone like Alaina Meyers down. Her name alone carries weight. Her reputation shines like armor, and tearing it apart feels impossible. Yet somehow, Cole seems to have found a way, or at least he’s trying to. He hides the details from me, shrouding everything in mystery. I only catch fragments of his plans, whispered pieces that make my stomach twist.And even then, he won’t talk to me. Not really. Not since everything fell apart.I keep replaying the things I could have done differently, all the words I could have said. Every time I try to speak to him, his co

Alaina’s POV“Yesterday, you promised.” Gareth’s voice cut through the small swirl of my anxiety like sunlight through fog, and for a moment I was off balance. The offer of a drink had been harmless enough, but I had let obligations and secrets pull me away. I opened my mouth to apologize and found the words lodged in my throat. Gareth only smiled, as if he had read me perfectly.“No need to explain,” he said with that easy, knowing grin that calmed something in my chest. “I know you have a lot on your plate.”Relief warmed my face and I returned the smile. “Thanks. I appreciate it.” I meant it. In a world of guarded expressions and hidden motives, his steady manner felt like something I could lean on, even if only briefly.He leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “So what’s been keeping you busy lately? Work? Training?”I hesitated, then offered a careful half-truth. “I’ve been overseeing new recruits. Trying out some new comba

Alaina POVGrace sat at a corner table like she belonged there, one leg tucked under her, sunglasses hiding half her face. She wore baggy pants and an oversized white tee as if trying to disappear into the crowd. Every small detail amplified the betrayal: the way she hugged herself, the practiced casualness of a woman who hoped no one would look too closely. I inhaled and let my pulse settle. I had rehearsed this confrontation in my head until the edges were sharp enough to cut; now I had to make sure I did not lose my balance.I slid into the chair opposite her, folding my hands on the table so my fingers would not tremble. Up close the disguise mattered less. The shades did not hide the set of her jaw. The hat could not mask the guilt that showed in the little tremor at the corner of her mouth. She glanced up, and when she spoke my name the sound struck like an accusation."Alaina?" she asked, too light, as if calling my name might make everything easy a