All Chapters of The Alpha’s Shadow Luna: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

LeahAndromeda released her.The body crumpled. Hit the stone floor with the graceless weight of something that had stopped being a person before it finished falling. Rayanna lay in a heap of torn robes and dark hair, her dull eyes staring at the ceiling, the light in them extinguished. The shadows I'd poured into her retreated, sliding from her skin, rejoining the darkness that composed my wolf's body.The Raven Witch was dead.The mountain felt it. A tremor ran through the stone beneath our paws, subtle, deep, as if the foundations of this place recognized that the thing anchoring it to a purpose had been severed. Dust drifted from the ceiling. Somewhere in the distance, stone groaned against stone.Andromeda stood over the body. Her massive hea

LeahI hadn't moved from the chair in six hours.The healers had come and gone three times. Checked his vitals. Examined the raw skin beneath where the enchanted chains had bitten into his wrists. Drawn blood, tested it, murmured to each other in low, careful tones, then looked at me cautiously. I guess they were still cautious about me after I revived from the dead. Couldn’t blame them for that.They said that the nymph toxin was working its way out of his system. His lycan metabolism was doing the heavy lifting. There was nothing more to do but wait.So I waited. Andromeda said he wouldn’t wake until the toxin was completely gone. That wasn’t what we’d agreed to. I understood that it was a good idea, but it was one she had taken upon herself to do.

LeahI looked at Cain. He stepped forward, settling into the story with the methodical precision of a military debrief. He walked Darien through everything. My death triggering Andromeda's full awakening. My resurrection from the glass coffin. The flight north on Keanu's back. The frost wyrms. The three-headed beast at the entrance that Andromeda had subdued with a single command. The golems. The servants. The ritual chamber.Darien listened with his jaw tight and his hands on my waist, refusing to break contact, his thumbs moving in absent circles against my hips as if confirming through touch that I was still solid, still real, still here.“And the nymphs had been pumping you full of hallucinogenic toxin for hours,” Cain continued. “Combined with an aphrodisiac, apparently. By the time we got to you, you were ...&rdqu

LeahThe banquet hall was full, every seat claimed, every corner occupied by someone who had come to see their king had returned and his mate was still alive. I still noticed a few nervous glances cast my way from the far tables, quick flickers of eyes that darted toward me and then away again when they realized I'd caught them looking. I couldn't blame them for the unease that sat behind their polite expressions and careful smiles. They had seen my body carried to the great hall with blood still pooling on the stones where I fell. Had attended a vigil beside a glass coffin that held a woman who was never supposed to breathe again. And now, that same woman was sitting at the head table with color in her cheeks, eating roasted venison as if death were something that happened to other people.I would have been nervous too.The morning had been long before the feast even began. I'd spent nearly an hour on a call with Anton, who had received word of my death and had already been packing t

LeahHis last shred of restraint dissolved.He kissed me deeply, consuming, his body settling over mine with a weight that felt like coming home. His hands explored me with the focused devotion of someone who refused to take a single inch of skin for granted, tracing lines of heat down my sides, across my stomach, up the curve of my ribs. Every point of contact ignited the bond between us, the remade thread of gold that pulsed with shadow, sending waves of sensation through my body that went beyond physical touch.I arched into him, my body answering his with an urgency that came from somewhere deeper than desire, somewhere that understood how close we had come to never having this again. My nails raked down his back. He groaned, the sound low, and pressed his hips against mine in a rhythm that made thought impossible.