All Chapters of The Alpha’s Dead Luna: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

JULIAN I knew I should have stayed away but I couldn’t.Our last encounter had unsettled me more than I cared to admit. It lingered, pressing at the edges of my thoughts, refusing to be dismissed. I found myself torn in two—one part of me wanting to believe her, the other resisting with everything I had. It was taking an exhausting amount of willpower not to trust her, not to give in to what I wanted to believe.The truth was harder to ignore than I liked. I was afraid that I was falling for her in a way I hadn’t planned, in a way I couldn’t control. And I didn’t see how anything between us could survive the weight of the past, the misunderstandings, or the undeniable differences in where we came from. Those things didn’t just disappear because I wanted them to.Still, I came to the East to look for her after promising myself that I'd give her distance.I kept to the shadows as I entered the small estate, moving carefully, making sure no one saw me. Old habits. A quick glance around

EMILY “Julian!” I called out.He was already moving away from the docks, trudging as though each step weighed more than the last. His shoulders were slumped, his posture defeated, and even from a distance I could see how utterly exhausted he was.My chest tightened at the sight of him.Pride surged through me despite everything—the horror, the chaos, the smoke still curling into the night sky. I had seen what he had done. I had arrived at the harbor just after the explosions, just in time to witness the Maine engulfed in flames. Later, through the confusion, I had caught a glimpse of him dragging an unconscious sailor from the sea.I had wanted to go to him then.But I hadn’t been able to.The wounded had come in waves, burned, broken, screaming and I had been pulled into the desperate rhythm of the relief effort. I had worked without pause, tending to one victim after another until my hands moved almost without thought, until I could barely distinguish one face from the next.Now, f

EMILY When Julian didn’t come that afternoon, I found myself breathing a little easier. I convinced myself he had changed his mind, that he wouldn’t force me to leave the west after all. That night, though, my thoughts refused to settle. War consumed everything. I lay awake imagining it, the fighting, the bloodshed, the chaos and I was afraid. Not only for myself, but for him. I pictured Julian deep in the jungle, fleeing the west troops, alone and hunted. Sleep never truly came.It was almost midnight when he finally stepped into my room.Relief flooded me so sharply it hurt. I hadn’t realized how much I needed to see him until that moment.“What’s going to happen?” I asked immediately.“War,” he said. “It’s only a matter of time. My guess is South troops will arrive in a month or two.”“That long?”“Congress will debate. Then they’ll have to mobilize, supply, coordinate, transport…” His expression was grim. “It takes time.”Something in his face made my stomach tighten. “What is it

EMILY Pain was the first thing I felt.There was nothing mild about it at all. This pain was sharp and violent, splitting through my skull so brutally that for a second I couldn’t even breathe properly. My entire body felt heavy, like something had crushed me and left me buried beneath the weight of it.A weak groan slipped past my lips as I tried to move.The second I lifted my hand to my head, my fingers came away wet.Blood.My vision blurred again immediately. The room tilted so badly that I almost threw up right there on the floor. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, trying to steady myself, but it barely helped. Everything still spun when I opened them again.How long had I been unconscious?I couldn’t tell.The room was dim, quiet except for the faint crackling sound somewhere nearby. My breathing sounded too loud in my ears, uneven and shaky. I pushed my palm against the floor and slowly dragged myself upward. The movement sent another wave of agony through my head, forcing

EMILY I could still feel the ache in my body when I pushed the hospital blanket off me.Every movement hurt.My stitches burned. My head throbbed from where I had hit it earlier. My arms felt weak, almost numb, but none of it mattered.Liam was gone.And every second I stayed in that hospital bed felt like another second farther away from my son.My breathing became uneven as I yanked the IV needle out of my hand. Pain shot sharply through my wrist, but I barely reacted. Blood dripped down my skin and onto the white sheets while the heart monitor beside me started beeping wildly.I ignored it.I grabbed my bag from the chair beside the bed with trembling fingers and shoved my phone inside. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.I needed to do something, because sitting there crying while Alessandro disappeared with my child was not an option.I had just pulled on my hoodie when the door suddenly opened.The nurse froze.“Miss Emily.. ”“I’m leaving.”Her eyes widened immediately. “No, no, y