บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Lost Luna : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Unfortunately, Boo was yet to understand what Leander meant. By the time the pieces finally clicked, it would be far too late.The cabin was quiet, save for the low, rhythmic hiss of the fireplace and the muffled howl of the blizzard clawing at the wooden walls. Outside, the world was burying itself in white; inside, the air was thick with the scent of cedar, shaving soap, and a heavy, simmering tension.Holden’s mouth was pressed against the curve of Prince’s neck, his breathing hot and shallow. His hands, broad and calloused, were anchored firmly around Prince’s slender waist, anchoring him. Prince stood steady, his focus locked on the mirror as he carefully swept the razor through the thick lather on his jaw."I don't know if the gods are pleased with us or furious this year," Prince murmured, his voice a quiet rasp. "I've never seen the snow fall this heavy.""They're pleased," Holden muttered against his skin, his lips dragging along Prince’s collarbone, refusing to let him go.

Liana Darkwood smiled to herself as she was escorted through the packhouse of Embermoon.She wasn't escorted like she was the lady of the house; rather, she was treated like a guest of the lady of the house. Inside, she was boiling. Angry, stupefied, but above all, she was curious.The guard bowed as the heavy double doors opened slowly. Inside, Eira stood up from her seat, her servants bowing their heads slightly. Liana couldn't help but wonder what possible reason Eira could have for calling this meeting.She looked over at the mistress. Yes, Eira was exceptionally beautiful, but that was where it ended. She didn't look like power. She didn't look like authority. She didn't even look like she would know what to do if the smallest shred of power was placed on a silver platter and served directly to her.The sharp click of Liana's high boots filled the quiet room as Eira offered a warm smile.The room was one of those specifically designed for the Luna to greet her private guests. It

Weeks slipped by beneath a sky of unbroken, heavy grey.Winter showed no sign of loosening its iron grip on the North. Snow continued to blanket Embermoon, burying rooftops, swallowing stone paths, and frosting every windowpane with delicate, frozen crystals. The town had settled into its quiet, sluggish winter routine, and life moved on despite the biting cold.For Boo, however, every passing day only deepened his confusion.His heat never came.The first week, he dismissed it. Stress, he had reasoned, his fingers trembling as he worked behind the counter of the shop. It’s just stress from everything that’s happened.By the second week, he started counting the days over and over again, scratching tallies into the wood.By the third, a cold, suffocating unease had settled deep into his bones."...Impossible," he muttered to himself, staring blankly at the calendar carved into the wooden wall of his small room.He had always been regular. Always.His hand drifted absentmindedly toward

Dawn broke over Embermoon beneath another blanket of relentless snow.The training yard had been scrubbed clean before sunrise. Fresh snow had buried what little remained, hiding every crimson stain beneath a blanket of untouched white. To anyone passing by, it looked as though nothing had happened there.But whispers were far more difficult to erase.The Commander had cancelled the morning drills. Beta Leander had not emerged from his chambers.The Alpha had dismissed every guard stationed near the eastern wing and forbidden anyone from entering without his permission.No official explanation was given.That, naturally, only made the rumors worse.Some claimed an assassin had breached the walls.Others swore the Commander had been poisoned.One particularly imaginative servant insisted Holden had wrestled a mountain bear.No one knew the truth. Only that something inside the packhouse had shifted.Meanwhile, the physician's verdict spread through the pack faster than the winter wind

The silence in the room was absolute, heavy enough to suffocate.Eira hadn’t moved a single inch since the words had slipped past Leander’s lips. She sat frozen, her breath caught in her throat, her eyes locked onto his face. She searched every line of his expression, desperately looking for a smirk, a flicker of amusement, any sign at all that this was some sort of elaborate joke.There was nothing. His face was a mask of exhausted, sober truth.Leander slowly leaned his head back against the wooden headboard of the bed, closing his eyes as he let out a long, shuddering breath that seemed to drag the very energy from his bones."We've been mates since we were children, Eira," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, yet it echoed loudly in the quiet room.Eira blinked, her voice failing her for a moment before she managed to squeeze out a single word. "...What?""Our wolves recognized each other long before we even understood what the pull meant," Leander explained, his eyes remain