All Chapters of The Alpha’s Dead Luna: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

MARCUS The sound of the television filled the sitting room while I chewed slowly on the biscuit in my hand.Every station was talking about the same thing.Emily.Emily’s missing child.I stared at the screen with growing irritation as reporters shoved microphones into each other’s faces outside Saint Joseph Hospital.“Authorities are still investigating the shocking disappearance of newborn Liam—”I scoffed bitterly and tossed the half-eaten biscuit onto the plate beside me.Idiots.The entire thing was becoming too loud.One female reporter appeared on the screen looking overly dramatic while fake sympathy filled her face.“Questions are now being raised concerning the Logan family legacy and possible hidden disputes surrounding the child—”I muted the television instantly.My jaw tightened painfully.This was exactly why I should have killed Emily years ago.The same way I killed her mother.The thought settled heavily in my chest.Back then, letting Emily live had seemed smarter.

EMILY The drive to West pack felt longer than usual.Every road stretched endlessly before me, every traffic light felt like an insult, and every second that passed without Liam clawed deeper into my chest until breathing itself started to hurt. My fingers tightened around the steering wheel as I forced myself to focus on the road instead of the thousand horrifying thoughts trying to break me apart from the inside.My son was out there somewhere, and I had absolutely no idea if he was crying for me.The thought nearly destroyed me.The media had been relentless since the news broke. Reporters sat outside my house like vultures waiting for a corpse to stop twitching. Every headline painted me differently. Some called me unstable. Others called me negligent. One article outright implied that I had suffered a mental collapse after childbirth and misplaced my own child.I let them destroy me publicly because silence was the only thing protecting Liam right now.If I stood in front of cam

EMILYI could still hear the fire long after I stopped running.It stayed in my ears like a living thing, crackling wood, collapsing walls, the sharp chaos of people shouting over sirens. My knees hit the ground the moment I saw Ella, and for a few seconds I couldn’t even form words.“Miriam,” I gasped again, shaking her shoulders harder than I meant to. “Ella, where is she? Tell me she’s—”Ella’s lips trembled. Her face was ash-streaked, her lashes wet, but no sound came out. Only broken breaths. Like her voice had been taken from her.“No… no, don’t do this,” I whispered, my grip tightening. “Ella, please—”Then I saw movement behind her.Firefighters.Two of them emerging from the smoke-filled entrance carrying something between them.A body.My heart stopped so violently I thought I might collapse.“No,” I said instantly, stepping forward before anyone could stop me. “No, no, no—”But then the face turned slightly under the soot and blanket.Miriam.Her eyes were closed, her face

EMILY The moment I stepped into my studio, I quickly observed that something was off. I froze by the door, my fingers still wrapped around the strap of my bag while my eyes slowly swept across the room. The curtains were exactly where I left them. The lights were off. My design boards still leaned against the far wall beside the mannequin stand.But the air felt disturbed.Like someone had breathed inside my space while I was away.My chest tightened instantly.I shut the door slowly behind me and took another step forward, my heels clicking softly against the wooden floor. The silence inside the studio made my skin crawl.Then I noticed one of my drawers was slightly open.My heartbeat skipped.I knew I had closed it before leaving yesterday.I moved closer carefully, my eyes scanning everything around me. Nothing looked stolen. My expensive camera was still sitting on the shelf beside the mood boards. The framed sketches near the wall were untouched.But little things were differe

ALESSANDRO I had known Santos for years.Long enough to know that the man standing in front of me wasn't normal and long enough to know that whatever was wrong with Joselyn had not started with her.It started with him.The madness ran through their bloodline like a disease.The same cold smiles.The same lack of empathy.The same terrifying ability to discuss death over dinner as though they were talking about the weather.Rain continued pouring outside the safe house while Santos stood across from me, looking entirely too relaxed for a man who had just threatened me.The dead woman still sat in the courtyard behind us.A bullet hole between her eyes, blood slowly mixing with rainwater.Santos didn't even spare her another glance.I folded my arms tightly."What exactly do you want?"Santos smiled."I came to see my son-in-law."I nearly laughed."Cut the bullshit."His smile disappeared. For a moment neither of us spoke, then he stepped closer."I heard you've been mistreating my d