บททั้งหมดของ Luna Rossi: Alpha's Little Human Mate: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

My life had dissolved into a nightmare loop I couldn't wake from.I still didn't know if Dante was alive or dead. Mila Petrova had been exiled into the cold night because of me. And Liam... Liam was becoming a stranger.After I confessed the truth about Dante being my uncle, I thought Liam might show mercy. I thought knowing the history of our bloodlines—the fact that his grandfather had slaughtered my family—would soften him.It didn't.He exiled Mila anyway.He stood on the front steps of the Pack House, his face carved from granite, and pronounced her sentence. Rogue. He stripped her of her pack status, her protection, and her home.He made me stand beside him while he did it. He gripped my hand, his fingers interlaced with mine, forcing me to be a silent accomplice to his cruelty. I watched the tears stream down Mila’s face. I watched her walk away into the darkness, alone.I wanted to hate him. God, I wanted to hate him. But the mate bond... it hummed beneath my skin, a treachero

Liam’s POVWhen I saw her walking through the iron gates, relief hit me so hard my knees almost buckled.She came back.I took a step forward, ready to run to her, ready to drag her into my arms and never let go. But then, the wind shifted.It didn't carry the scent of lavender or vanilla. It carried the thick, metallic tang of copper."What happened to the Luna?" a guard whispered nearby."Is that... is that blood?"I froze.Luna was walking across the gravel drive, her movements mechanical, disjointed. She was barefoot. Her clothes—my stolen parka and jeans—were drenched.Not in water. In red.Blood coated her skin, matted her hair, and dripped from her fingertips. She looked like she had bathed in it."It smells like wolf blood," Jack murmured beside me, his voice tight with unease. "Silver Moon blood."We knew that scent. We had been tracking it for weeks.Pack members were backing away from her, their instincts screaming predator. A few whimpered.I forced my legs to move. I push

"Where is Mila?" Dante repeated, his voice cracking with desperation. He took a step toward Liam, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles were white. "Why won't anyone answer me?"I started to move toward him, the guilt in my chest suffocating, but a hand clamped around my wrist.Liam’s grip was iron, his skin radiating heat."Let me tell him," I whispered, pleading.He didn't look at me. His golden-brown eyes were locked on Dante, cold and calculating. "Mila Petrova is carrying out Pack duties.""Where?" Dante roared. "Why didn't you tell me sooner, you bastard?""Because I didn't know who you were," Liam said, his voice flat. "And Pack business is none of your concern. You are trespassing."For the first time, Dante lowered his head. I thought he was submitting, bowing to the overwhelming Alpha aura Liam was projecting.I was wrong.In a blur of motion, Dante lunged. He tackled Liam, slamming him onto the manicured grass. They rolled, a tangle of limbs and fury.Jack and the guards

Liam’s study was a stark contrast to the ancient stone of the Pack House. It was modern, sleek, and dominated by black leather and chrome.I stepped inside, my heart still pounding from the encounter with Uncle Brent.Liam was sitting on a black sofa in the center of the room, flanked by two men I didn't recognize. All three heads snapped up as I entered."Luna?" Liam stood immediately, his brow furrowing. "What's wrong?"He was dressed in all black—shirt, trousers, boots. He looked lethal and exhausted. For a second, the anger I felt toward him wavered, replaced by a treacherous urge to go to him."Is this her?" one of the men asked.Liam stiffened. He moved subtly, positioning his body between me and the strangers. "I should ask you to leave. We can finish this later.""Why not tell her now?" the other man said, his voice calm and authoritative. "It concerns her."I stepped around Liam, ignoring his attempt to shield me."They're right," I said, looking at the two Alphas. "If you're

The next morning was an exercise in humiliation.I woke up alone, Liam having left before dawn again. My body ached, a pleasant, heavy soreness that spoke of the night before. But when I looked in the mirror, I groaned.The bite mark on my neck—the anchor he had placed there to settle the bond—was angry, red, and impossible to hide. Even with a high-collared flannel shirt buttoned to my chin, the bruise peeked out like a neon sign saying CLAIMED.I walked down to the dining hall, keeping my head down.The chatter stopped the moment I entered. Fifty wolves fell silent. Eyes darted to my neck, then quickly away.I grabbed a piece of toast and sat next to Jack."Don't say a word," I warned.Jack took one look at my neck, his face turning a brilliant, tomato red. He choked on his coffee, coughing violently, and turned his entire body away from me, staring resolutely at the wall."You're making it worse," I hissed, kicking him under the table."I can't look at you," he wheezed. "It feels d