All Chapters of The Alpha's Lost Luna : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The glass doors of the sunroom opened into a sheltered inner courtyard blanketed in quiet winter frost. Inside, a low stone hearth roared pleasantly, keeping the high-vaulted room filled with a comfortable, dry warmth that smelled faintly of burning cedar, steeped chamomile, crushed jasmine, and dried orange peel. Silver trays, delicate porcelain teacups, and small plates of honeyed pastries sat arranged on a polished marble table between two plush, high-backed armchairs.Eira leaned back against her velvet cushions, wrapping both hands around her warm teacup as she looked across the table at Leander. The Beta sat with his usual, unnervingly flawless posture. Draped in a sweeping robe of dark indigo silk lined with silver thread, he cradled his cup with steady, deliberate poise."The snow is coming down heavier today," Eira said softly, breaking the quiet hush that had settled over the room. She took a slow, warming sip, her eyes lingering on the frosted glass. "I was thinking about t

Five years swept over Embermoon like the steady, thawing mountain spring, transforming the bruised scars of past territorial conflicts into a blossoming era of prosperity.Up in the high stone corridors of the pack house, the quiet halls were no longer defined by heavy war councils and tense, whispered negotiations. Instead, they echoed with the bright, energetic footsteps of a new generation.At twelve years old, Evren and Eira’s older twin sons, Snow and Forrest, had already begun taking on the distinct frames of young warrior-nobles.Snow carried his father’s sharp, unyielding confidence, while Forrest possessed Eira’s quiet, observant focus.Their little sister, Rain, now five, trailed after them like a small, stubborn shadow, her dark hair bound in silk ribbons and her bright eyes taking in every inch of the high fortress.Meanwhile, Holden’s bloodline had similarly taken root.The four six-year-olds—Lucian, Lyra, Rowan, and Rhea were unmistakable in their lineage.Every single o

"You look so beautiful like this," Holden murmured close to his ear, his tone softening with adoration even as his hips drove forward relentlessly. "Stretched wide over the wood, taking me so greedily..." "Because it's you..." Leander whimpered, his head falling back against Holden's chest. Unable to get enough of him, Holden hooked his arms under Leander’s chest, lifting him cleanly off the dresser, and carried him back toward the bed. Holden threw Leander onto his hands and knees on the mattress. Leander yielded instantly, lifting his hips noticeably higher, creating a pronounced arch through his back that emphasized the curve of his body. Holden positioned himself directly behind him, his dark eyes fixed on Leander's exposed, slick heat. He clamped one broad hand firmly around one of Leander's hips, keeping him steady. With his other hand, Holden caught Leander's hand behind his back, drawing his arm backward so Leander remained supported by only his single remaining hand on th

Three years slipped past like mountain mist over the peaks of Embermoon, deepening the quiet currents running through the pack house. At nine years old, the four younger children were no longer the secret-sharing pups hiding behind velvet curtains. Their frames had stretched, their routines had set, and the soft, collective innocence of early childhood had quietly frayed.Lucian had grown increasingly distant, retreating into a quiet, passive shell. Where he once reached across the aisle or guarded Rhea from the shadows, he now simply minded his own business, keeping his head down and his focus strictly on his own slates. Rowan, too, kept to himself, sensing the widening rift and leaning into a steady, guarded silence.It was Lyra whose subtle transformation carried the sharpest edge. Her pride wasn't loud or dramatic. Instead, her high-court demeanor manifested in effortless posture, a cool, unbothered inflection, and tiny, calculated distance.During their shared morning rune lesson

What was meant to be an arduous, two-hour formal drill on mounted military formations quickly dissolved into pure leisure the moment the riding master was called away to the council chambers. Left to their own devices, the young heirs—twins Snow and Forrest, alongside Lucian and Rowan decided to commandeer the royal warhorses for an extended ride far beyond the fortress gates.Clad in tailored leather riding breeches, heavy fur-lined cloaks, and high leather boots, the four young lords made quite the impression as they led their mounts out through the central courtyard. Along the vaulted stone arcades, young pack house maids and junior servants paused their morning chores, exchanging hushed whispers and giggling softly behind their linen aprons at how striking the next generation looked in their silver-trimmed gear."Forrest rides like he was born in a saddle," one maid whispered, leaning against a stone pillar with a quiet sigh."And Lucian looks every bit a high-court prince," anot