Semua Bab The Alpha’s Bride Is Not the Luna: Bab 1 - Bab 10

I leaned back against the headboard, my chest still rising and falling in uneven breaths. The sheets were tangled around me, still warm with the weight of what had just happened.Robert slipped out of bed without a word, disappearing into the bathroom. Moments later, the hiss of the shower filled the silence, steam fogging the glass door and blurring the outline of his body.I reached for the water glass on the nightstand, but my hand brushed against his phone. The screen lit up. One new message."Robert, there’s thunder. I’m scared." —Sarah.The breath caught in my throat. My vision tunneled on that name. Sarah.The sound of rushing water continued. He hadn’t noticed. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the glow of the screen, from the way my chest tightened until it hurt to breathe.The bathroom door opened, and Robert stepped out, a towel slung low around his waist. Droplets of water slid down his chest as he dried his hair, moving with the kind of casual ease that made it feel like n

“Beep… beep… beep…”The steady rhythm of the monitor pulled me out of the darkness. My eyes fluttered open, vision swimming, the sharp sting of disinfectant filling my nose.At first, I thought I was alone—until I heard it. A soft, broken sob.“It’s all my fault,” a trembling voice whispered. “I shouldn’t have argued with her in the middle of the road. I just wanted to take her home… Why did you save me first? She’ll hate me when she finds out…”Sarah.Of course it was Sarah.I blinked through the haze and saw her, sitting at my bedside with tears sliding down her cheeks.Then his voice—deep, calm, steady. The voice that used to be my anchor.“Don’t cry. It’s not your fault.” Robert reached out, brushing her tears away like she was something fragile. “If I had to do it all over again, I’d still save you first. Your body is weak—you can’t afford to be hurt again.”Each word sliced into me, sharp and merciless.The room went silent after she left, the sound of the door clicking shut loud

I sat stiffly in the VIP section, my fingers clenched so tightly around the auction catalog that the glossy paper crumpled. Laughter and chatter floated through the air, but to me it was nothing but static. My lips wouldn’t curve into even the faintest smile.The auctioneer stepped forward, pulling back a velvet cloth. A string of pearls gleamed beneath the lights—soft, luminous, breathtakingly familiar. My breath caught.It was almost identical to my mother’s.I remembered her wearing it at banquets, her laughter like music, her hand warm in mine. That necklace wasn’t just jewelry. It was her.“You really want it?” Robert’s voice broke through my thoughts.I didn’t answer. I simply raised my paddle.“One million.”“Two million!” A bright, lilting voice chimed in from across the room.I turned. Sarah.Her eyes shone with false innocence, her lips curved in a sweet, almost childlike smile. But the glint in her gaze was razor-sharp. “Barbara,” she said softly, “I really like this necklac

A laugh tore from my throat, sharp and broken. My vision blurred with tears as I whispered, “So what now, Robert? I’ve already done it. How are you going to punish me?”His blue eyes were like shards of ice. His words struck me harder than any blade.“Barbara, I can’t control you anymore. After tonight, I don’t even know if you’re capable of being the future Luna.”I froze, my breath catching in my chest. He said that? Here? In front of everyone?Before I could find my voice, he turned away—his arms opening not for me, but for Sarah. He gathered her against him, wiping her tears with such tender care it split me in half.“Don’t be afraid,” he murmured to her, his voice unbearably gentle. “I’m here.”And just like that, he walked away, leaving me stranded in the wreckage of my own humiliation.---The next few days were a blur of silence and abandonment. Robert didn’t come home. He stayed with Sarah, morning to night.And Sarah—Sarah made sure I knew it. Every day, she sent me photos li

“Of course it’s Barbara.”The moment Robert said those words, the Beta slammed on the brakes so hard the car jolted.“I—I’m sorry, Alpha!” he stammered, his palms slick against the wheel.But Robert didn’t snap. Instead, his gaze cut to the Beta, calm and unyielding. “Does that answer shock you so much?”The Beta swallowed hard. Shocked wasn’t even the right word—it upended everything he thought he knew. But he couldn’t admit that outright, so he said quietly, “I always thought… you treated Sarah better.”Robert’s eyes darkened, and memories clawed at him before he could shove them away.A boyhood afternoon. Tires screeching. A car spinning out of control. Sarah shoving him away, taking the full hit instead. Her body broken, her health fragile ever since. The guilt had never left him. He owed her his life—that’s why he had never refused her anything.But guilt wasn’t love.“Robert, we’ve arrived,” the Beta murmured, snapping him back.The car rolled to a stop at the private airfield.-