Semua Bab The Reluctant Alpha and His Sassy Queen: Bab 141 - Bab 150

The guards were already scattered across the marble floor like broken toys nobody wanted anymore. Some were unconscious, their bodies twisted at ugly angles, their wolf forms half-shifted like their instincts couldn’t even decide whether to fight or beg. Others were still awake...barely gasping and groaning, claws scratching weakly at the blood-slick tiles as if they could crawl their dignity back together.They couldn’t.Scarlet had shattered it.She stood over the mess with her chest rising and falling, sweat glistening on her skin, blood smeared across her lips like lipstick from hell. Her hands were trembling not from fear, but from the aftershock of violence. The kind of violence that doesn’t leave your bones easily.She lifted the back of her hand and wiped her mouth slowly, dragging the blood away with a rough swipe.Then she breathed out. A long, shaky sigh of relief.She bent down to pick up her shopping bags, the ones she’d dragged back like a normal girl trying to survive

Scarlet leaned on the railing, her fingers curled around the cold metal like it was the only thing keeping her from snapping somebody’s neck. Her expression was unreadable…no tears, no panic, no trembling. Just that eerie calm that made weak wolves piss themselves.“Ask your Luna,” she said softly, voice carrying through the hall like a blade sliding out of its sheath. “She likes playing queen when you’re gone.”Alpha Ronan’s face darkened. His eyes dragged from Scarlet to Liora with a slow, murderous focus, like he was studying a roach that had crawled into his food and dared to smile about it.Liora trembled. Not the fake trembling she used for pity. The kind that made her fingers twitch and her throat bob when she swallowed.Her eyes darted around the hall desperately, searching for backup. Anyone. But the servants had their heads bowed like statues, too scared to breathe wrong.Her mother, Helena? Already ran like the cowardly bitch she was. And Beta Alaric… the pack’s so-called “

The corridor outside the Luna’s chambers went dead silent the moment Beta Alaric stepped out. But the respectful kind of silence but the terrified kind.Maids froze mid-step. Servants clutched trays like shields. Someone whispered his name and immediately shut the fuck up when his eyes snapped toward them bloodshot.“Out,” Alaric snarled.No one needed it repeated.They scattered like rats, skirts swishing, footsteps scrambling. One maid tripped and didn’t even scream she just crawled away, shaking, too scared to draw attention.The heavy doors to the Luna’s chambers slammed shut.Inside, the air smelled like herbs and charms Liora lay on the bed, pale as death, lips cracked, lashes fluttering like she was trapped in a nightmare she couldn’t wake from. Her chest rose and fell shallowly, uneven. The once-glowing Luna looked fragile small, breakable, stripped of her fake crown.Only two figures remained.Beta Alaric and the Moon Healer.The healer’s hands hovered over Liora’s body, glo

Scarlet clutched his shirt like it was the only thing anchoring her to reality, fingers curling tight, knuckles white, as if letting go would rip him right back out of existence. Her tears soaked into his chest hot, messy, unashamed. She didn’t wipe them away because she didn’t fucking care.“I thought I’d lose you,” she choked, voice breaking in half. “I thought I wouldn’t be able to protect you. I thought I failed you…..mate.”Her shoulders shook, grief and relief crashing into each other so violently it hurt to breathe.Alpha Ronan stiffened then slowly, carefully, he wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her in hard, like he needed to feel bone and blood and breath to convince himself she was real and really hugging him. “I knew you could do this,” he murmured into her hair, his voice rough, hoarse, like it had been dragged through hell and back. “I fucking knew it.”His gaze drifted downward without meaning toward his stomach.The rot was gone.Where once black veins crawled be

Scarlet inhaled slowly, then exhaled, the sound trembling out of her chest like a broken promise.“Do what he taught you, her wolf urged, voice rough but steady in her head. The barrier between the spirit realm and the werewolf world is thin as a fucking scar. You don’t need to rip it apart…just crack it.”Scarlet nodded once, jaw tight. Her knees hit the cold ground as she lowered herself to sit cross-legged, spine straight, palms resting on her knees. She looked almost serene, almost holy like a nun carved from blood and fury.Her wolf snorted. “Don’t get it twisted. Wolves summon power with aggression. Snarling. Rage. But lycans? Lycan power answers calm. Control. Focus. That’s the difference between tearing the world apart and bending it.”Scarlet shut her eyes. Her lips pressed together hard, teeth grinding as she tried to synchronize with her wolf. Tried being the key word.Nothing happened.Then everything happened. Memories slammed into her skull like fists.“You’re useless.”