All Chapters of Queen of Wolves : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Aluna’s POVThe tears did not stop immediately, even after Dalton’s words settled around me like something steady and unyielding, even after the way he held me as though I was not unraveling in front of everyone. The weight in my chest refused to loosen, it pressed deeper instead, dragging every memory of failure back to the surface until it felt like I was standing in two places at once, here in the present and back in that moment where I had been looked at as though I was nothing.I tried.That was what hurt the most.Not the silence, not the watching eyes, not even the fear creeping back in slowly, but the fact that I had truly tried and still ended up here again, empty, standing in the center with nothing to show for it.My shoulders trembled as I lowered my head, unable to meet anyone’s gaze, because even though no one said anything, I could feel it, that careful restraint, that quiet patience, and it reminded me too much of Crimson, of the way they used to watch me fail without

Aluna’s POVThe moment the rage finally loosened its grip on me, the world rushed back all at once, sound crashing into my awareness, breath returning in uneven pulls, space expanding around me as though I had just been released from something too tight to survive in, and Dalton… Dalton was still there, still pressed against me, his large form curved protectively around mine, his warmth steady, grounding, real in a way that anchored me back into myself. My chest rose and fell heavily as I tried to steady my breathing, but everything still felt too sharp, too heightened, like my senses had been torn open and left exposed to everything at once, and I could hear it all.The wind brushing through the trees far beyond the training grounds, the uneven breaths of those watching, the rapid lingering echo of my own heartbeat pounding against my ribs, and him, always him, constant and unshaken within the chaos.“I am here,” Dalton’s voice came again, softer now, threading through me in a way

Aluna’s POVThe celebration lingered in the air long after it ended, like warmth that refused to fully leave even when the room had emptied and the voices had faded into quiet. I could still feel it as I walked back to our room, the echo of laughter, the unfamiliar ease that had settled in my chest, the way they had looked at me not with pity, not with expectation, but with something softer.Something accepting.It stayed with me even as I stepped into the bathing room, even as the water ran over my skin, washing away the dirt of the forest, the tension of the transformation, the lingering traces of everything that had happened.But now… standing here… alone again…The quiet felt different.Not heavy.But… thoughtful.I stepped into the walk-in closet slowly, my fingers brushing lightly against the fabrics neatly arranged, everything placed with care, with intention, just like everything else that belonged to him.To Dalton.My hand paused when I saw it.The nightwear.Soft. Light.I

Aluna's POV While I was still enjoying his cock, like some starved whore, he scooped me and placed me on his bed. A shiver ran down my spine as he looked down at my naked body, a sexy wolfish gleam in his eyes. He grasped the back of my knees and kissed up the length of one of my legs. I groaned as I felt his lips nuzzling my inner thigh, licking before sucking hard. I splayed my fingers across the back of his head and guided him towards the opening. Pleasure shot through me as his tongue plunged inside of me, stroking my clit. I couldn't bear it any longer and moaned, "Dalton! Yes yes! Touch there." He came closer to my face and looking at me, asked in a mocking tone, "What my love? Do you want anything? Then ask for it." I whispered, "Dalton! I- I want you, only. I want you inside me, Please-"He moved his hip slowly without entering, teasing my clit with his hardness. I moaned again in a pleading tone, "Dalton!" His hardness pressed slowly on my entrance as he entered me at

Aluna’s POVStepping out of the room beside him should have felt simple… normal even… but it wasn’t.It was anything but, every step I took down the hallway, I was aware of him. Not just his presence beside me, but something deeper, something that lingered on my skin, in my breath, in the very air around me. It clung. Warm. Familiar. Intimate in a way that made my thoughts scatter before they could settle.And then it hit me.Not just me.Him too.I glanced at him briefly, only for my eyes to snap forward again almost instantly, heat rushing up my neck as realization settled fully into place.Oh.Oh.This was… bad.No... slightly worse.This was obvious... Way too obvious.The moment we stepped into the dining area, the shift in the room was immediate. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic. But it was there… subtle, knowing, and far too quick for comfort.Rebecca was the first to react.Of course she was.Her gaze landed on me, then shifted to Dalton, then back to me again, and slowly… v