All Chapters of Luna To Alpha Ace: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

We were almost at the house when Ace's body temperature spiked. "He's burning up," I said, pressing my hand to his forehead. As I offered to help support his weight. His skin was so hot it nearly scorched my palm. "The poison," Marcus muttered, quickening his pace. "It's spreading faster than I thought." Ace's eyes rolled back, and his knees buckled. "Ace!" I caught his good arm as he collapsed, his full weight nearly dragging me down with him. "Marcus, help!" Together we managed to keep him upright, but he was completely unconscious now, his breathing shallow and rapid. "We need to get him inside. Now." Marcus lifted Ace over his shoulder like he weighed nothing. "The pack doctor is already on his way." My heart hammered against my ribs as we rushed toward the house. This was my fault. If I hadn't been there, if he hadn't had to protect me, none of this would have happened. The front door flew open before we reached it, and Eva appeared with an older man carrying a

Three days had passed since the shadow beast attack, and Ace was already moving around like nothing had happened. Werewolf healing was no joke. The deep gashes on his arm had closed into pink scars, and the puncture wounds on his shoulder were barely visible. Meanwhile, I was still having nightmares about claws and glowing yellow eyes. I sat by the window in my room, watching him in the backyard below as he moved through what looked like combat training with Marcus. Shirtless. Again. My mouth went dry. This was becoming a problem. Every time I saw him, my heart did this stupid fluttering thing. Every time he smiled at me, heat pooled low in my stomach. Every time he touched me even just a casual brush of fingers my skin felt like it was on fire. It was terrifying. The last time I'd felt attracted to a man, I'd ended up married to a monster. The last time I'd trusted my feelings, I'd nearly died. But Ace wasn't James. I knew that logically. Ace had never raised a ha

The meeting with the elders had been torture. For three hours, I'd sat in that stuffy conference room while they droned on about pack alliances and territorial disputes. But all I could think about was Lily upstairs, probably overthinking every conversation she'd had today. The worst part? My mother's voice cut through the discussion like a blade. "We need to finalize the arrangement with the Crescent Pack," she'd said, her eyes fixed on me with that look I'd come to dread. "Kayla's been very patient, but patience has its limits." Marcus had shot me a warning glance from across the table. "There is no arrangement," I'd said quietly. "Ace." Mom's voice carried that tone that made me straighten my shoulders as a kid. "We've discussed this. The pack needs—" "The pack needs their Alpha to be happy." I'd stood then, done with the conversation. "And I've found my mate." The silence that followed was deafening. Now, walking up the stairs to check on Lily, Lucas was prowli

The words hung in the air like a death sentence. Someone in the pack. Someone I trusted. Someone who had access to our territory, our routines, our weaknesses. Someone who wanted Lily dead. Before Marcus could elaborate, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the great room. The elders were returning, their faces grim with purpose. Behind them walked Kayla, her expression triumphant. My blood turned to ice. "Alpha," Henrik's voice carried the weight of accusation. "We need to discuss this matter immediately." "What matter?" I kept my voice level, but Lucas was snarling in my mind. "The shadow beast," Elder Margaret stepped forward, her gray eyes hard. "We've discovered something disturbing." Lily moved closer to me, and I could smell her fear spiking. "Marcus was just about to brief me," I said carefully. "Then you know," Henrik nodded grimly. "About her scent being found at the site." "Her scent?" I looked at Marcus, confused. Marcus's expression was

When I arrived, Marcus was waiting in my office, his expression grim. Papers were scattered across my desk, and he looked like he'd been pacing. "Tell me you have good news," I said, closing the door behind me. "Depends on your definition of good news." I sat down heavily in my chair. "Just tell me." Marcus pulled out his phone and showed me a series of photos. "I went back to the ritual site with a tracking team. We found these." I studied the images. Footprints in the mud, barely visible but distinct. "Kayla's prints?" "Not just hers. Someone else was there too. Someone who covered their tracks better." "Who?" "That's where it gets interesting." Marcus swiped to the next photo. "We found this about fifty yards from the ritual circle." It was a piece of fabric. Dark blue, torn and dirty. "Kayla's jacket," I said immediately. I'd seen her wearing it earlier this week. My blood ran cold. "She was there." "She was there. But here's the thing the fabric was pl