All Chapters of Luna Rossi: Alpha's Little Human Mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 89

I woke to darkness and the familiar, ghostly glow of plastic stars.Liam must have turned off the lamp before he left. I lay there for a moment, staring at the constellation he had glued to my ceiling a decade ago. It was grounding, a reminder that before the blood and the wars, there had been a boy who just wanted his little sister to stop crying at night.A wave of relief washed over me, heavy and suffocating. I wasn't in the bunker. I wasn't in the burning forest. I was home.My throat felt like it was lined with sandpaper. I turned my head, spotting the glass of water on the nightstand. It sat there, condensation beading on the surface, taunting me.I tried to sit up. My body felt like it was made of lead and loose rubber bands. The high-grade painkillers the healers had pumped into me had severed the connection between my brain and my limbs.I dragged myself to the edge of the mattress, my arm shaking as I reached out.Just a little further.My fingers brushed the cool glass. But

Tim dropped me off at the gates, his face pale with worry."Are you sure you don't want me to walk you in?" he asked, looking up at the imposing stone fortress."Go," I said, patting his arm. "You've done enough. Thank you, Tim."He nodded and pedaled away, disappearing down the road.I stood before the iron gates, looking up at the Pack House. It loomed against the grey sky, silent and foreboding. The windows were dark, like eyes squeezed shut against a nightmare.I walked up the gravel drive, my heart hammering against my ribs. My back ached with every step, the wounds from the forest still tender, but the adrenaline kept me moving.I glanced up at the third floor.A curtain twitched in the window of the Alpha’s study.A silhouette stood there, backlit by the dim light of the room. It was Liam. He was staring down at me, his posture rigid. Even from this distance, I could feel his gaze—heavy, intense, and furious.He let the curtain fall.Busted.I didn't stop. I walked to the front

nThe silence that followed my confession was absolute. It wasn't just quiet; it was a vacuum, sucking the air out of the room.Liam was kneeling in front of me, his hands still gripping mine. At my words, his entire body turned to stone. The warmth I usually felt radiating from him seemed to chill, replaced by a rigid, vibrating tension.Behind him, the others were frozen statues of shock."Not Dimitri?" Jordan Shaw repeated, his voice sharp with disbelief. He stepped closer, his dark eyes scanning my face for any sign of deception. "You’re saying the Rogue... the dead one... he inflicted those wounds?"Every eye in the room was fixed on me, heavy with expectation. I felt the weight of their scrutiny like a physical pressure on my skin."His name was Charlie," I whispered, fighting the lump in my throat. "And Zaya... she was the other one. They were assigned to watch me in the bunker. Usually, there was a third guard, but that morning, it was just them. I thought... I thought it was m

Three days bled into the past, leaving nothing but silence in their wake.There was no sign of Dante. The silver wolf had vanished into the ether, swallowed by the wilderness as if he had never existed. Liam had trackers sweeping the Godelin range and the Redforest in overlapping grids, but they found nothing. No tracks. No scent. No carcasses to indicate a feral feeding frenzy.It was as if the earth itself had opened up and consumed him.While we hunted ghosts, the living were busy rebuilding the world we had broken.Reports trickled in from the north, carried by weary messengers and encrypted emails. Bastien Archer was busy. He was carving a kingdom out of the ashes of the Basilisk Pack. It wasn't a smooth transition; the vacuum left by Dimitri’s disappearance and the destruction of the lodge had created chaos.Initially, the remaining Basilisk elders had bristled at the arrival of a Rogue claiming the Alpha seat. They had threatened rebellion over the attack on Godelin. But Bastie