บททั้งหมดของ Luna Rossi: Alpha's Little Human Mate: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Liam pushed the door open, revealing a room that smelled of dust and forgotten dreams.It was vast, almost as large as his study, but unlike the rest of the dark, imposing house, this room felt... alive. Liam walked to the window, pulling back the heavy velvet curtains. Sunlight, thick with dust motes, flooded the space."It was supposed to be a second office," he said, gesturing vaguely. "But the decor was too... whimsical."He pointed up.I tilted my head back, and my breath caught in my throat.The ceiling wasn't just painted; it was a masterpiece. A sprawling, vibrant mural covered every inch of plaster. It depicted an enchanted forest, lush and green, teeming with life. Wolves ran alongside deer. Ravens perched on branches of silver and gold."Wow," I whispered. Even through the layer of grime, the colors were vivid. "It’s like a storybook.""Yeah," Liam murmured, standing behind me. "Too distracting for work."My gaze drifted to the center of the mural. There, surrounded by prot

Liam and I stayed up until 2 AM in his study, dissecting the enemy.The Silver Moon Pack wasn't just a rival; it was a horror story. Liam laid out the dossiers, his expression grim."Adler rules through fear," Liam explained, pointing to a file. "His favorite punishment is the 'Wolf and Hare' game. The condemned are given a head start, and then his enforcers hunt them down. Sometimes, if he’s bored, he forces family members to do the killing."I shivered, thinking of Lily—Charmaine—and the jagged scar on her neck. She had been carved up by her own Alpha."There's something else," Liam said, sliding a photo across the desk. It was grainy, taken from a distance. It showed a young woman with pale hair, looking out a barred window."Who is she?""Adler's youngest daughter," Liam said. "Rumor has it she’s an Omega. Unable to shift. He keeps her locked in the compound, hidden from the world. He only acknowledges his son, the heir.""He locks up his own daughter?""He sees weakness as a dise

The wolf didn't just accept my touch; he leaned into it.He let out a low, rumbling chuff, pressing his massive head against my chest. I buried my face in his fur, inhaling the scent of him—wild, musk, and pine. It was the same scent that clung to Liam’s skin, but undiluted. Pure."I see you," I whispered into his ear. "I'm not afraid."The wolf pulled back slightly, his golden eyes locking onto mine. There was a depth of intelligence there that was startling. He wasn't just a beast; he was Liam, stripped of his human inhibitions.He turned his head toward the moon, which hung heavy and full in the sky, and let out a howl.It started low, a mournful vibration in his throat, before rising to a piercing, melodic crescendo that tore through the silence of the night. It was a song of claim, of power, of existence.I shivered, but not from cold. The sound resonated in my bones.A second later, the forest answered.From the north, the south, the east—dozens of howls erupted in response. The

The Ashen Field wasn't a metaphor.It was literal.There were no trees, no grass, no life. Just a vast, barren circle of grey dirt that stretched for two hundred yards. The ground was scorched, permanently stained by the fires that had burned thousands of bodies centuries ago. It smelled of sulfur and old death.Around the perimeter, the Valdivian Forest loomed, dark and watchful. Above, the sky was a bruised purple, the sun setting in a blaze of ominous orange.We arrived on foot. Jack, Uncle Brent, and Reagan were already there, waiting at the edge of the clearing.Across the field, the Silver Moon delegation had gathered. Sebastian Knight stood in the center, flanked by his enforcers. He was the only one wearing a suit—a deep midnight blue that made him look like a sleek, dangerous shark among wolves.He saw us. He smiled. It was a cold, cruel expression that sent a shiver down my spine.Liam stepped in front of me, blocking his line of sight."Don't look at him," he ordered softly

Silence didn't just fall over the Ashen Field; it suffocated it.Dante walked back toward us, limping slightly. His shirt was in tatters, his chest a map of bruises and drying blood, but he held his head high.I watched Sebastian Knight. The shark-like Alpha was staring at the heart lying at his feet, his face a mask of shock and incoherent rage. He looked up, his eyes locking on Dante’s back, burning with a hatred that promised future violence."Winner: Nightwalker!" Alpha Thomas announced, his voice booming across the stunned crowd. "Silver Moon, collect your dead."The paralysis broke. A low murmur of disbelief swept through the delegations. They weren't looking at Liam anymore. They were looking at Dante—the unknown champion who had butchered an Enforcer in under ten minutes.Dante stopped in front of us. One of his eyes was swollen shut, but the other gleamed with a manic, terrifying light."That wasn't the plan," Liam hissed, stepping close to Dante. "You were supposed to win, n