Todos los capítulos de The Alpha's Chosen Luna : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Olivia Anderson The door stayed shut. I didn’t move my hand from the lock. My fingers hovered there, trembling just enough that the metal felt colder every second I waited. The pad of my thumb rested against the little ridged knob, but I couldn’t make myself turn it. Not while the silence outside stretched thinner and thinner, like a thread about to snap. My breathing sounded too loud in the small space between my mouth and the wood. Each inhale dragged in the faint scent of pine polish from the hallway floor, mixed with something sharper…blood? Sweat? Fur? I couldn’t tell anymore. My nose kept twitching, trying to sort it, failing. I pressed my forehead to the door again. The surface was smooth, almost soothing, except for the tiny imperfections where varnish had bubbled years ago. I focused on one of those bubbles, tracing its uneven edge with the tip of my nose. Anything to keep from thinking about what was happening ten feet away. Nothing moved actually, there were no

Mendoza's PovThe floorboards were cold against my back. They felt a bitsSticky from blood of my own making, spreading slow like spilled ink under my ribs. Each breath pulled fire through the gash Smith had carved there with his claws. Shallow enough not to kill me outright. Deep enough to remind me I wasn’t invincible. Gladly I was healing much faster than before.I didn’t move from the spot, not because I couldn’t. The shift had already started knitting the worst of it…my skin pulling, muscle threading itself back together in that sick, itching way only werewolf healing could manage. But moving would mean admitting the fight was over. And if I admitted that, I’d have to face what came next.I kept my eyes half-lidded. Just slits,enough to see without being seen.Marcus knelt beside me still, one big hand pressing a wad of torn shirt against the wound. His breathing was steady. . He hadn’t said a word since Benjamin arrived. I was supposed to be revealed and happy that the pack wil

Benjamin ReedThe eastern ridge smelled like death before we even reached it.Black smoke coiled upward from what used to be the old border watchtowers which were now just blackened skeletons. The air tasted metallic, thick with the rot Mendoza had warned about. Lightning cracked overhead even though the sky was clear making my skin crawl. It was ducking horrible.We moved in silence. Me at the front, Olivia tight to my left flank, Mendoza on her right, he was still pale,and limping slightly, but his eyes were cold again. Marcus and the elite guard fanned out behind us. No one spoke. There was nothing left to say.Harlan waited at the crest.He stood alone in the center of a wide circle burned into the grass. The mirror cracked, bleeding red mist…floated behind him like a diseased moon. Vines thicker than my arm snaked from its frame, pulsing, drinking the earth. Around the edges of the circle stood his “new” wolves…twenty, maybe more. Their eyes glowed wrong colors: violet, acid gr

Olivia AndersonThe cage rocked gently on its chains, the golden light now pouring from the bars in steady pulses, warming the air until it felt thick and alive. Sweat slid down my temples, my neck, pooling at the small of my back beneath the thin shift. Every breath came easier now…not because the pain had lessened, but because something inside me was finally settling into place instead of fighting to break free.Down below, the pack was waking in slow, quiet stages.Rhea lifted her chin first. Her eyes—those familiar hazel eyes that used to crinkle when she teased me about my terrible dancing—locked on mine and held. No more sliding away or any more blankness.“Olivia,” she said, voice soft but steady. “We’re here. We see you.”The words landed like cool water on fevered skin.Tomas cleared his throat beside her, rough and uncertain. “We never stopped seeing you, Luna. I mean it... really. It was just… buried. Like someone put a hand over our mouths.”A ripple of agreement moved th

Olivia Anderson The sun had just dipped behind the western ridge when Benjamin found me in the herb garden. I was kneeling between rows of lavender, fingers buried in cool soil, pulling weeds that didn’t need pulling. Anything to keep my hands busy. Anything to keep my mind from drifting back to the cage, the mist, the way my wolf had roared awake and then gone strangely quiet again. His boots crunched on the gravel path. I didn’t look up right away. “Olivia.” His voice was low, careful.....like he was afraid one wrong word would shatter something fragile between us. I brushed dirt from my palms and stood. “Alpha.” He winced at the title. Just a flicker, but I caught it. “I’m taking you out tonight,” he said. No preamble. No room for argument. “No pack business or council. Just us.” I blinked. “Out?” “Dinner. Somewhere quiet.” He shifted his weight, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. “Marcus’s idea. He said… ladies like that sort of thing.” A small, surprised