All Chapters of The Alpha's Lost Luna : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The fire in the master bedchamber burned low, casting long, flickering amber embers across the heavy oak beams and thick fur rugs. The rest of the pack had long since fallen silent, save for the rhythmic fall of snow against the high arched windows and the distant, metallic chime of the midnight guard rotation. It was well past late when Holden finally slipped through the heavy oak door, his shadow stretching long and dark across the flagstones.The silence of the room seemed to swallow him whole the moment he entered. There was something different about the air tonight, something he couldn't name but could feel pressing against his skin. Even the familiar warmth of their private chamber offered him no comfort.He had spent an extra half hour down in the subterranean baths beneath the barracks, scrubbing his skin raw with coarse lye soap until his flesh burned pink, drowning every lingering trace of slick beneath scalding water and bitter pine oil. He had scrubbed until he felt clea

By mid-afternoon, the snowfall had thinned to a bitter mist, but the chill settling over Embermoon had little to do with the winter air. Scandal had breached the pack’s stone walls, spilling downward into every corner of the territory like poison poured into a well.From the crowded stalls of the lower markets to the ice-rimmed banks of the fishing rivers, the pack buzzed with a single, intoxicating ruin. Rumors evolved with every tongue that carried them, twisting half-truths into wild, treasonous gossip across every hall, hearth, and square."They say the Beta had him thrown into the street before the morning guard change," a fisherman muttered, coiling his frozen ropes while two hunters gutted game at the timber trellises nearby."Thrown out?" a hunter scoffed, wiping blood from his blade onto his wool trousers. "He stripped his position and barred him from the whole military wing. The Beta’s carrying the commander’s heir, yet he’s so driven by jealousy he couldn't stand the omega

The music and booming laughter of the grand hall grew faint as Eira followed Ivar down the spiraling stone staircase toward the secluded archival library. The doors swung shut behind them, sealing out the aroma of roasted boar and sweet Emen fruit, replacing it with the dry, comforting scent of parchment, old leather, and ancient ink.Ivar lit a brass lantern, casting long, dancing shadows across rows of historical ledgers and stacked genealogical scrolls."I apologize for pulling you away from the festivities, Luna Eira," Ivar said softly, his voice smooth, measured, and echoing faintly against the stone walls. He gestured toward a plush, dark velvet armchair set near a sprawling mahogany desk, though he remained standing himself. "Please know that this is a secret of the highest order, and strictly speaking, I shouldn't even be sharing it with you. But what I uncovered tonight cannot wait, nor can it be spoken anywhere near the hall where walls have ears."Eira remained standing,

Three months had passed since the night of the coronation, shifting the crisp chill of late autumn into the heavy, unyielding frost of deep winter. The territory was blanketed in a quiet white, but within the stone walls of the pack house, tension brewed beneath the surface.Despite the growing size of his belly, Boo made his way into the winding, torch-lit corridors of the pack house, desperate to finally speak with Holden. He dodged the main guard patrols, keeping close to the cold stone walls and moving through the shadows as he searched for the commander's wing. He was looking for answers, for acknowledgment, for a single moment of clarity. But before he could reach the private quarters, a loyal servant of Leander spotted the intruder slipping through the hall and immediately alerted the Beta.Moments later, heavy footfalls echoed down the corridor as two stern pack guards escorted Boo directly into Leander’s private office.Leander sat behind a sprawling desk as he calmly review

The heavy iron-reinforced doors of the war room stood open, casting a long, flickering streak of candlelight across the cold stone floor. Inside, the massive mahogany table was heavily strewn with detailed territorial maps, weighted wooden troop markers, iron compasses, and thick leather-bound trade ledgers.Holden leaned both hands heavily against the dark edge of the table, his broad shoulders hunched forward as he stared down at the marked supply lines through bloodshot eyes. Beside him, Evren stood tall with his arms crossed tightly over his dark, broad chest, his steel-grey eyes razor-sharp as he systematically analyzed the southern markers."We stopped the advance at Elden Sands for a very real reason, Evren," Holden said, his rough voice weighed down by bone-deep exhaustion. "The border captains are still reeling from the Darkwood purge. If we try to push any further east right now, we leave our rear supply lines completely exposed to ambush. It’s better to hold the sands, fort