All Chapters of The Alpha’s Dead Luna: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

EMILY I hadn’t been the same since I saw that picture. Since I saw myself in a white wedding dress, standing beside Julian.Since I saw proof that my life had existed before this mansion. Before Alessandro.Something inside me cracked open that day, and it had not closed since.I walked differently after that. Slower. Careful. Like I was afraid the floor might collapse under secrets I wasn’t ready to face.Every time Julian passed by me in the hallway, I saw that picture instead of the present. His arm around my waist. My smile.Was I happy?Did I love him like that before everything shattered?Or did he break me then too?The questions wouldn’t stop.The corridor had been quiet that morning.Alessandro and Julian left together, and I watched from behind the curtains like I always did, pretending I wasn’t waiting for their cars to disappear before I could breathe properly.The maids were downstairs. The house hummed softly with distant movement and clinking dishes.I slipped into Jul

EMILYI was already terrified to leave my room.It was ridiculous, I knew. This mansion was not a prison. There were no chains on my wrists. No locked bars on my windows. And yet every time I reached for the door handle, something inside me tightened.One single contract.That was all it had taken.One desperate decision. And somehow, fate had dragged me back into a life that felt like hell even before I lost my memory.How was that even possible?How could the same people, the same names circle back into my life like I had never escaped them?Sometimes I stood in front of the mirror and stared at my reflection, trying to see the girl who i once was. The girl who had known these men. The girl who had apparently suffered enough to make her mind erase everything.What had they done to me?What had I done to myself?My phone beeped on the bedside table, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts.I picked it up. A notification from the bank.Another transfer from Alessandro. My lips curved

EMILY Alessandro stood on the outside platform between two guards as they slowly started approaching the mansion. This was the first time I'd seen him after coming back from the hospital.He was arriving as scheduled one week before his birthday party and also his coronation into the high council. Alessandro was smiling and I found that weird. He was tall and lean, with broad shoulders, and he cut a dashing figure in his dark, expensive suit. He was blond and blue-eyed, and most women found him very handsome. His face was oval, his features perfect and patrician he had inherited his grand mother's superb looks. I had once heard someone told him that he was the "epitome of elegance." He had liked that. He had liked that a lot.His heart quickened. I could see him and his men ahead as they approached. It had been too long since I had last seen him. I had been very annoyed and had not bothered to hide my feelings when he decided to travel instead of coming to see me at the hospital. It

EMILY “Hold still, ma’am.”“I am holding still,” I muttered, staring at my reflection as the brush swept across my cheek for what felt like the hundredth time. “But that’s too much blush. I look like I fell into a paint box.”The younger maid paused, glancing nervously at the head maid.The head maid didn’t even blink. “It is exactly as Master Alessandro instructed.”I exhaled slowly through my nose.“Then Alessandro has terrible taste,” I said flatly.Neither of them laughed. Of course they didn’t.The head maid adjusted the necklace around my neck, her fingers efficient and cold. “He said tonight must be perfect.”“Perfect for who?” I asked under my breath.“For him,” she replied without hesitation.That answer settled heavily in my chest. I stared at myself in the mirror as they continued their work. Layers of foundation, powder, highlighter. My lips were painted a deep shade of red that made me look… older and actually more beautiful But I didn’t feel beautiful. I felt like a do

ALESSANDRO I was born in those first brutal days of the war. My name was given to me by my grand father, after my father's brother, one of the war's first casualties. When his father took Elizabeth and their daughter, Juliyy, to the west pack to start a new life, he took me as well. My mother remained behind in the Dragoon pack with her people.I grew up on our ranch outside of Bakersfield with my half-sister and three other younger half-brothers. Elizabeth was the only mother I remembered. It was a distinct shock to learn that she was not my real mother. My father explained it kindly when I was seven, wanting me to know the truth and to be proud of my own heritage.My father told me not just about my natural mother, but about her people, and about the west pack and their battle for survival. I grew up working little jobs alongside my father and my brothers. My family was very close, and I and Julie were like twins, having been born only months apart. In the school we attended in t