All Chapters of The Alpha's Plump Luna: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

[MELISSA]My nerves buzzed with something between excitement and purpose. I'd rehearsed the plan a dozen times already—when to use it, how to ensure Kael consumed it, and what I'd say if anyone asked questions.Everything felt aligned. Finally.The packhouse came into view through the trees, and I slipped through the back entrance just as easily as I'd left. No guards. No witnesses. Perfect.I was halfway down the corridor toward my quarters when Britney's voice cut through my concentration."Melissa! There you are!"I stopped, forcing my expression into something neutral before turning. Britney bounded toward me with that effortless energy she always seemed to have—too cheerful, too loud, too present."Hey." I managed a smile that felt tight across my face. "What's up?""We're going out." She looped her arm through mine before I could protest. "Some of us are heading to that bar near the southern border. You know, the one with the live music? Come with us."Every instinct screamed to

[RHIANNON]I stood alone in his office long after the door stopped shaking.My heart hammered against my ribs; each beat painful and too fast. Hands trembled as I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to hold pieces together that felt like they were crumbling.The silence pressed in from all sides, heavy and suffocating.'What did I do wrong?'The question repeated itself endlessly, searching for the moment I'd crossed some invisible line. The exact second I'd ruined everything.Nothing fit.Last night he'd held me through my fears about the rumors. Reassured me with words and touch and the steady certainty in his storm-grey eyes. He'd made love to me like I was precious, irreplaceable, the answer to questions he'd stopped asking.What changed in the space of a few hours?Why did his voice suddenly know exactly where to cut?'Maybe if you spent less time worrying about rumors and more time actually fulfilling your Luna duties, the pack wouldn't have reason to gossip in the first place

[MELISSA]The clearing felt right tonight.I knelt beside the disturbed earth; tracing patterns Freya had taught me weeks ago. Moonlight filtered through branches overhead, casting everything in silver and shadow.My hands didn't shake anymore. The first time I'd come here, fear had made my fingers clumsy, my voice uncertain. Now the ritual felt almost natural—press palm to earth, whisper the words, and wait for the response.The air shifted.Not wind. Something deeper. Something that recognized intention and answered accordingly."You're late," Freya's voice came from behind me.I didn't startle. She always appeared like that—sudden, silent, inevitable.I rose slowly, brushing dirt from my hands. "I had to wait until everyone was asleep. Security's been tighter since the rogue attacks."Freya stood half-seated on a fallen stone etched with runes worn smooth by time. She looked the same as always—ageless, composed, watching me with eyes that saw too much."And?" Her tone stayed mild.

[RHIANNON]I sat frozen where he'd left me, fingers curled loosely between the sheets, staring at empty space. The bond hummed faintly beneath my ribs—no longer warm, no longer steady. Just strained.My first instinct arrived familiar and ugly: 'I ruined this.'The thought settled deep, heavy as a stone dropped into still water.I forced myself to breathe. In through my nose. Out through my mouth. My scent remained dim—rain without thunder, silver jasmine barely present.'Move,' I commanded myself. 'If you stay still, you'll shatter.'I turned toward the bathing chamber on autopilot, needing the ritual of water and steam to ground me before emotion caught up completely.Hot water poured over my shoulders, steam fogging the room until the world narrowed to heat and breath and sound.It started quietly.A hitch in my breath. A tremor in my hands.Then the memories came uninvited.Bloodstone. Cold stone floors. Laziel's voice—dismissive, cruel, final.'Unwanted.''Replaceable.''Too much

[MELISSA]The executive skyscraper stood like a monument to everything Malcolm had built—glass and steel reaching toward clouds that looked grey even on sunny days.I stepped off the elevator onto the top floor, heels clicking against marble that probably cost more than most pack members made in a year. The receptionist waved me through without question. She knew better than to delay Malcolm's daughter.His office door stood open, invitation and warning combined.I entered, taking in familiar surroundings that had never felt welcoming. Tall windows overlooking the city. Expensive furnishings chosen for intimidation rather than comfort. Framed accomplishments covering walls—degrees, awards, and photographs with politicians and business leaders. A leather sofa occupied the far corner, where he spent late nights reviewing deals, choosing work over family every single time.Malcolm sat behind his mahogany desk, reviewing documents without looking up."Close the door."I obeyed, my stomach