All Chapters of The Alpha's forgotten Luna: His Loss, her throne: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Ivy's POVThe first thing I felt before I even opened my eyes was the rope.Thick and unyielding around my wrists, biting into the skin every time I breathed wrong. My ankles too, tied together so tightly that even shifting slightly sent a dull throb up my legs. I lay still for a moment and let the ceiling come into focus and then the walls and then the curtains and my stomach sank all the way to the floor.I knew this room.I knew every inch of it. The window sitting slightly too high, the particular way the light fell across the floor in the morning, the way the air in here sat heavy and still. I had spent more nights than I could count in this exact room, pressed into myself, barely breathing, trying not to inhale too deeply because his scent was everywhere and I had been told, had convinced myself, that his pheromones were something I needed.I was an omega. That was what I had believed back then. That his presence was something my body required to function properly, that the pul

Liam's POVI was getting worse and I hated every second of it.It's not even about the pain. I could handle pain. What I could not handle was the weakness. The way my body was doing things without my permission, trembling when I was standing still, blurring at the edges when I had been awake too long, coughing when I tried to push power through my system and hitting a wall where there used to be nothing but open road.This morning I tried to invite my Lycan.Not to shift completely, just to feel him, just to know he was still there and still strong even if I was not. I had reached inward the way I had been doing since I was seventeen and hit something sluggish and dim and the fear that came with that was the kind I did not have a name for yet.I had made the decision to shift but Rixon had lost his mind."If you shift right now, how are we sure you will come back?" He had stepped directly in front of me, both hands up, voice tight. "Think about what you're saying. This poison is draini

Liam's POVWhile many of them fled, more of them poured in and the blood was everywhere and I did not care whose it was anymore.That was the thing about whatever I had become. It did not sort. It did not pause to verify. It moved and it killed and the more it killed the more power flooded through the parts of me that the poison had been slowly shutting down and I felt it, actually felt it, like oxygen after drowning, like light in a room that had been dark for weeks.I saw the bastard go for Kel before Kel saw him coming.Sword already raised, aimed at Kel's back while Kel was occupied with two others in front of him, and I was across the distance before the thought fully formed and my claws opened the man's throat in one clean motion and he dropped and I was already past him by the time he hit the ground.Kel turned around.He looked at the body and back at me. His mouth opened slightly and nothing came out and I held his gaze for exactly one second, long enough for him to understan

 Liam's POV The pain was unholy. Every time I tried to force the shift back it felt like my own body was fighting me, like something inside had decided the beast was staying and Liam could go to hell. My knees hit the gravel and I stayed there, breathing through it, spitting blood, and the two things pulling at me from the inside were so loud I could barely hear the battle still going around me.  I was kneeling in my own blood trying to decide which voice was mine when cold metal pressed against my throat. I looked up and I saw Trackson. Beta of the fifth pack in the west. I knew his face. He was in rage and that didn't bother me a bit, I knew his rank. I knew the scar above his left brow from a sparring session three years ago at the western alliance meeting where he had shaken my hand and called me King. He's one of my people.

Ivy's POVWhen Noah walked out I laughed and it's not a quiet, dignified, I-am-holding-it-together laugh. A real one, the kind that starts in your stomach and tears its way out whether you want it to or not, loud and unhinged and completely honest, and I laughed until tears were running down my face and my ribs hurt and I could not stop even if I wanted to.Amy came back and stood there, watching me with her hands fisting and releasing against her sides, grabbing at the fabric of her clothes like she needed something to hold onto."Noah," I managed between breaths, pitching my voice high and wet and I mimicked her pathetic voice. "I'm your backbone too."Her hand cracked across my face so fast I did not see it coming.Then she had my hair, yanking it back hard enough to pull my head with it, and she was right in my face, close enough that I could see every single thing she was feeling and none of it was pretty."Shut your mouth.""The only reason you can do that," I said, completely c