All Chapters of The Alpha's Lost Luna : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The morning after the examination, Leander stood before the full-length mirror in his quarters, pulling his heavy leather tunic across his chest. His fingers worked the top buckle, but the stiff material resisted, biting into his skin.Holden stepped into the room, his eyes bloodshot, his cinnamon scent thick with a mixture of possessive panic and raw exhaustion. "You're strapping it too tight," Holden growled softly, stepping up behind him and reaching for the buckle. "You're going to hurt yourself.""Don't touch me," Leander said, his tone sharp, smooth ice. Yet even as the words left his mouth, his shoulders dropped their rigid posture. He leaned back into Holden’s broad chest, his body completely contradicting his tongue as he let his weight rest against the larger man.Holden didn't hesitate. He wrapped his heavy arms flush around Leander's waist, pulling him back until there was no space left between them. He buried his face into the crook of Leander's neck, nuzzling deeply, his

The heavy, suffocating scent of metallic blood and raw, bitter cinnamon hung thick in the grand corridor long after Lord Moonfall was dragged away toward the medical wing. Thick red stains painted the stone walls and pooled in the deep crevices of the floor, a brutal testament to the sudden, monstrous violence that had shattered the quiet routine of the pack house.Holden remained on his knees, his massive red wolf body trembling violently under the iron weight of the muzzle. Leander didn't loosen his grip for a single second. He kept his arms wrapped tight around the beast, his face buried deep into the coarse red fur of Holden's neck, continuously flooding his mate with every drop of his soothing scent.Beside them, Evren shifted back into his human form, naked, blood-spattered, and imposing. His steel-grey eyes were pure ice as he wiped a smear of crimson from his jaw and surveyed the terrified guards and council elders lingering in the shadowed archways."Clear the hall," Evren c

In the quiet hours of the following afternoon, the storm that had shattered the grand corridor was replaced by a tense, eerie silence across the upper tiers of the pack house. Sunbeams filtered lazily through the high, arched stained-glass windows of the Alpha’s private study, casting long lattices of gold and indigo across dusty bookshelves and polished mahogany.The air was heavy with the rich, grounded scent of dark roasted coffee, old parchment, and the lingering, sharp undertone of Evren’s dominant steel-grey aura.Standing on the plush rug in front of the massive desk, Boo remained perfectly still. He kept his spine straight and his feet planted, though his hands rested lightly, instinctively, over the gentle, almost imperceptible swell beneath his loose wool tunic. His amber eyes were calm, far too calm for someone standing in the presence of the supreme leader of Embermoon."You want a formal role in the pack house," Evren said, leaning back into his high-backed leather chair

Night fell over the pack house like a black velvet cloak, smothering the high stone corridors in an uneasy, suffocating quiet. Inside the military sanctuary, the hearth had burned down to glowing ash, casting long, jagged shadows across the stone walls. Holden remained slumped behind his massive mahogany desk long after the evening guard rotation had passed. His elbows rested on the heavy wood, his broad hands shoved into his hair, completely consumed by the unbearable, agonizing ghost of his lost child.I couldn't save them, his mind kept repeating like a cruel, rhythmic pulse. I let my father butcher our firstborn, and now I’m hiding like a coward while Leander drowns in his own grief.The heavy iron door creaked open, the quiet sound slicing through the stillness.Boo walked in softly, carrying a small brass tray set with a warm porcelain teapot and a single cup. His footfalls were virtually silent, his loose linen tunic swaying gently around his pale frame."What are you doing he

An hour after dawn, the bite of the mountain air was sharp enough to sting the throat, but Eira stood near the stables, mindlessly brushing the dark, sleek coat of her mare. The mare shifted her weight on the cold stone, blowing warm, rhythmic plumes of white steam from her nostrils as the iron teeth of the currycomb smoothed her mane. The cold morning wind whipped dark, loose strands of hair across Eira’s face, but her posture remained entirely serene—her movements steady, measured, and calculated.Heavy, slow footsteps crunched through the fresh, powdery snow behind her.Commander Eric leaned his broad shoulder against the weathered wooden stable fence. A worn briar pipe rested comfortably between his teeth, blowing a thin ring of sweet-smelling, grey smoke into the frosty morning air. He watched her with a lazy, amused grin that crinkled the weathered corners of his steel-grey eyes."You look remarkably relaxed for a woman whose rival just had her maid steal the Alpha's hair from