Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha’s Dead Luna: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

EMILY Miriam had been wrong.The scandal hadn’t stayed buried.We returned to mansion in the first week of August and the timing could not have been more disastrous.The very next morning, the newspapers exploded.“Wife Of The Billionaire Mafia Lord Returns to Society After Abduction!”“Alessandro's wife Survives Kidnapping!”And worst of all, the pack Journal screamed: “Alessandro's Wife Spends Month with Kidnapper In The West!”I was too numb from Julian’s rejection to care. The headlines barely registered. But Alessandro furious. Outraged. Before I could even catch my breath, I was hurried off to Newport for the remainder of the summer, hidden away like something fragile—or something shameful.It didn’t matter where I was.I could have been in Hong Kong and felt exactly the same.I rarely left the estate. Some days, I didn’t even leave my room. Sleep became my refuge, the only place where I could escape the hollow ache inside me. I lost my appetite. Food became irrelevant. Time bl

JULIAN I had arrived on East Sixty-second Street on foot, choosing to walk the distance as though the movement might steady me. I leaned back against the cold stone wall bordering Central Park and lit a cigarette with deliberate calm. Drawing deeply, I fixed my gaze across the street at the Alessandro's mansion. I looked relaxed that anyone passing might have thought so, but inside, there was nothing easy about the way I stood there.Only hours earlier, I had been in West pack, trapped in a relentless meeting with some of the most powerful men in the administration. Representatives from the packs and Defense departments, even men tied to the Pentagon, had been present. They had questioned me for hours about the situation in the boarder, pressing hard, testing every answer. Fortunately, I had been prepared. I had given them everything they asked for. In the end, the assistant secretary of the werewolves central army had asked for my personal opinion.I hadn’t held back.I told them t

EMILY I inhaled sharply, my chest rising and falling too fast, too uneven. “Stop. Stop right now!” My voice came out tighter than I intended, edged with something dangerously close to panic. “Or to hell with my being such a nice person, you don’t deserve it, not from me. I will scream this house down!”He didn’t even flinch.He stood there, maddeningly calm, casually removing one cuff link as if we were engaged in some ordinary, civilized exchange. The small metallic click seemed deafening in the charged silence.Then the other followed.“We’re going to finish what we started in South valley,” he said, his tone blunt, unyielding. “And you know it as well as I do.”The raw implication of his words sent a violent shudder through me. My fingers tightened on the sheets until I thought they might tear apart in my hands.“No!” I cried, my voice breaking. “Get out! Get out of here now!”His gaze hardened, darkening with something dangerous. “If you really wanted me to leave,” he said coolly

EMILY I had barely regained my equilibrium when we finally approached the west. The voyage had been mercifully short, only another sixteen hours but even so, I was still faintly green it came into view. Relief washed over me at the sight of land. I wanted nothing more than to set foot on solid ground again.I had already decided I would stay in the same hotel we stayed the last time, there was a hospital close by. It made far more sense than going out to the outskirts. If I were to find Julian, I was certain my chances would be better in the capital.I stood at the railing as our large vessel was carefully guided into the narrow, bottleneck harbor by a smaller tugboat.The air was warm, unexpectedly soft and balmy and the sky stretched above me in a brilliant, endless blue. Below, the waters of the west shimmered in deep, opaque turquoise. To my left, I watched as we passed the high court council, its structure old and somewhat decrepit, though now reinforced as a defense fortificati

EMILY We didn’t stop riding until we reached the outskirts of Havana.By the time Julian finally reined in the lathered, steaming stallion, my body felt like it was still trapped in that crushing sea of people. The moment the horse slowed, I slid off his lap almost blindly. My legs barely held me—I managed two unsteady steps before they gave out entirely, and I sank to the ground.Julian was beside me in an instant, jumping down with the same urgency.“Are you all right?”I wasn’t shaking anymore, not visibly, but my breath came in quick, shallow bursts, as though my lungs had forgotten how to work properly. Before I could answer, a series of distant explosions cracked through the air.We both jerked, turning back toward the city we had just escaped.We were standing on a hillside. From there, Havana sprawled beneath us in a chaotic patchwork of orange-tiled roofs. My gaze was drawn immediately to the thick column of smoke rising from the heart of the city—dark, ominous, marking the