The Alpha's Plump Luna의 모든 챕터: 챕터 51 - 챕터 60

[MELISSA]I watched from the corridor as Emrys interrupted whatever pathetic moment was unfolding in the kitchen.Perfect timing, really. Saved me from having to witness more of Kael's inexplicable fascination with that woman.Rhiannon. Even her name grated on my nerves.The three of them moved past me—Kael's expression grim, Emrys speaking in low urgent tones, and she trailing behind looking fragile and uncertain. Like she always did. Like vulnerability was some kind of virtue instead of weakness.None of them noticed me pressed against the wall near the supply closet. I'd perfected the art of being overlooked years ago—useful when you wanted to observe without being observed.The bond between them practically hummed. I could see it in the way Kael's body angled toward her even while discussing pack business. In the way his hand hovered near the small of her back without quite touching. In the careful distance he maintained, that somehow felt more intimate than contact.My stomach tw

[MELISSA]Before I could respond, she—Changed.Her form rippled like water disturbed by wind. Height stretched. Features sharpened. Dark hair lightened to silver-threaded black.Kael stood before me.Not similar. Not reminiscent.Identical.Every detail was perfect—the sharp lines of his jaw, the storm-grey eyes, the muscular build, and the scars I'd memorized. Even his scent hit me full force. Cedarwood and ozone. Alpha and power and everything I'd craved for years.My breath stopped.This wasn't possible. Couldn't be possible."Well?" Kael's—Freya's—voice was perfect. "Do I have your attention now?"I couldn't speak. Couldn't move. The scent alone nearly brought me to my knees. It was intimate. Violating. Everything I'd wanted and been denied was made manifest.Freya shifted back to her original form. The transition was seamless, casual.My hands shook. "You're really—" I swallowed hard. "You're real.""Very." She returned to her chair. "Now. Do you still want my help? Knowing what

[RHIANNON]Midday found me outside needing air and space to process.The pack grounds stretched familiar and welcoming. Children played near the training area under watchful supervision. Warriors sparred with controlled intensity. Life continued—normal, steady, safe.I sat on a low stone wall and let myself breathe.'Better?' Nyx asked. No sulking now. Just quiet presence.'Getting there.'The bond with Kael hummed distantly. Not demanding. Not even particularly insistent. Just there—constant as a heartbeat, patient as seasons.I thought about the other day. About stepping back when every instinct had screamed to lean in. About the hurt that had flashed across Kael's face before understanding replaced it.About his acceptance. His respect for boundaries even when they clearly pained him.Laziel would have argued. Would have pushed. Would have made my reluctance about his wounded pride instead of my legitimate fear.Kael had simply waited.'He's a good mate,' Nyx said softly.'I know.'

[KAEL]The next day passed in familiar patterns—meetings, decisions, and the endless work of leadership.Evening training approached. I'd been planning to oversee drills personally, to work off some of the restless energy that had been building for days.Then I thought about Rhiannon.About how she'd been integrating. Contributing. Finding her place not through force but through natural competence.The pack should see that. Should recognize what I already knew—that she belonged here not as my mate but as herself.I found her in the healing wing helping Mira organize supplies. Dark auburn hair pulled back, healer's robes practical and unstained, expression focused as she checked inventory against written lists.She looked up when I entered. Those hazel eyes caught light from the window—shifting between green and gold depending on the angle.Beautiful. Moon above, she was beautiful."Alpha." Professional. Careful. Like we hadn't been seconds from kissing three days ago.Maybe that was b

[KAEL]The moment Emrys pulled Rhiannon toward the shelter, something in my chest went wrong.Not pain. Not exactly. More like a severance—the bond stretching too far, too fast, protesting the distance.I shoved it down. Buried it beneath command and necessity.Alpha first. Mate second."Marcus, eastern perimeter. Take twelve. Standard sweep formation." My voice cut through chaos with practiced authority. "Finn, western flank. Jace, reinforce the training grounds. No one fights alone."The Warriors moved like water—fluid, purposeful, years of training making them extensions of my will.Still, my attention fractured. Half focused on deployment strategies. Half tracking the direction Rhiannon had disappeared.'She's in danger,' Saen snarled.'She's in a reinforced shelter. Safest place on the territory.''Then why does it feel like we're abandoning her?'I didn't have an answer. Just instinct screaming that something was wrong beyond the rogue breach. Something I couldn't identify but c