All Chapters of The Alpha's Plump Luna: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

[KAEL]The fight lasted seconds.The rogue was strong—scarred, experienced, built for violence. Under different circumstances, it might have been a challenge.Today it died fast.I didn't give it time to strategize. Didn't allow space for mercy or hesitation. Just brutal efficiency honed over years of protecting what was mine.When the rogue went limp beneath me, I shifted back to human form and turned immediately to Rhiannon.She swayed. The adrenaline crash was hitting hard now that the immediate threat had passed.I caught her before she could fall, hands checking for injuries with frantic thoroughness. The gashes on her arm were shallow—painful but not life-threatening. Bruises were already forming across her ribs. Nothing broken."Rhiannon." Her name came out rough. Desperate. "Look at me."Hazel eyes met mine—clear, steady, unafraid."I'm okay." Her voice was stronger than her body. "The pups—""Are safe. You kept them safe." My hands shook as I pulled her closer. "Moon above, y

[RHIANNON]Morning came with golden sunlight streaming through the window.I woke slowly, my body protesting movement but my mind clearer than it had been in months. The medication had helped. So had sleep. So had knowing Kael had stayed outside my door all night.I could still feel him through the bond—awake, alert, and protective even at a distance.'He didn't leave,' Nyx observed with approval.'No. He didn't.'I got out of bed carefully, testing my injuries. Ribs ached but were bearable. My arm throbbed dully. Nothing that would stop me from functioning.A knock sounded at my door."Come in."Arie burst through with characteristic energy, arms full of fresh clothes. "You're awake! How are you feeling? Everyone's talking about what happened—""I'm fine, Arie. Breathe." I giggled, with a slight groan.She set the clothes on my bed and studied me with worry. "You fought a rogue. Alone.""Not entirely alone. Kael got there.""After you'd already been fighting it." She sat beside me. "

[KAEL]The courtyard was already packed when we arrived. Too many people. The entire pack, maybe, drawn by the word that the Alpha had called an assembly.Rhiannon faltered at the entrance. Fear flickered across her face.I stopped and turned to face her. Cupped her cheek with one hand and repeated for the umpteenth time. "Trust me."She searched my eyes. No hesitation. No worries. Just pure unwavering trust. Then, she nodded.I led her through the crowd. Pack members parted, watching with curiosity and knowing smiles.They already suspected. This was just confirmation.The raised platform at the courtyard's center waited. I guided Rhiannon up the steps, positioning her beside me.The murmurs died instantly. Every eye turned toward us.My Alpha presence settled over the gathering—calm, authoritative, steady.I'd given a thousand speeches. Led through countless crises. Commanded warriors and counseled Elders. So, why did this feel harder than all of them combined?"Three years ago," I

[KAEL]I woke before dawn with Rhiannon wrapped around me.One thigh slung over mine. Dark auburn hair spread across my chest like silk. Her scent—midnight rain and lightning-struck stone—had soaked into the sheets, into my skin, and into every breath.This was the third morning I'd woken to her warmth. The third time I'd opened my eyes and found her real instead of imagined.It still felt like a miracle.Saen purred in contentment from somewhere deep inside. 'Ours. Finally, ours.''Ours,' I agreed.I traced the subtle scars on her shoulders with careful fingers. Physical reminders of survival, not damage. Each mark told a story—battles fought, pain endured, strength that refused to break.She stirred. Hazel eyes opened slowly, unfocused at first. Then they found me and softened.No fear in her waking. No instinctive retreat. Just warmth.That alone nearly undid me."Morning," she murmured, voice sleep-rough."Morning, little moon." I brushed hair back from her face. "Sleep well?""Be

[RHIANNON]I still catch my breath wondering how I got this lucky to wake up next to a man who truly sees me. After all this time, I still had trouble believing it.Dawn slipped through the curtains, soft light spilling across Kael’s peaceful face while he slept. His chest rose and fell beneath my cheek in steady rhythm. One of his hands rested at the small of my back, possessive even in sleep. The bond between us hummed contentedly—satisfied, peaceful, home.And for a moment, everything felt unreal in the best way.Seven months ago, I was a ghost—rejected, banished from the only home I'd ever known, and convinced my story was over. If anyone had told me then that that this would be my life, I would have laughed and called them delusional.Insane even.Back then, survival was all I could imagine, let alone happiness.Looking at him now, I realize those old scars were just the map that led me home. Because here I was. Safe. Loved. Wrapped in the quiet promise of a future I never dared