All Chapters of The Alpha's forgotten Luna: His Loss, her throne: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Liam's POVKel had my left side and Rixon had my right and neither of them were gentle about it."Move, move, get him inside—""I'm walking," I said."You are barely standing," Kel said. "There's a difference. Stop being difficult."I let them drag me because my legs had decided independently that they were done for the evening and arguing with that decision was going to take energy I did not currently have. The corridor felt longer than it had ever felt. The light was too bright and then too dark and then too bright again and I kept my jaw locked and focused on breathing because breathing was the one thing I could still control.Rixon was already yelling before we were fully through the door."Pack doctor, right now, anyone, get Dr. Lance to the Alpha's quarters immediately, move!"I sat down on the edge of the bed and the room tilted slightly and then settled. Around me I could still hear the aftermath of everything outside, distant shouting, someone barking orders at the gate, the

Ivy's POVThe fire did not care about me.It spread across the walls the way fire does when it has been given every advantage, fast and total and completely indifferent to the fact that I was sitting in the middle of it tied to a chair soaked in fuel oil. It did not slow down. It did not hesitate. It just grew and the heat came with it and the smoke dropped low and I realised with absolute clarity that Amy had actually done it.She had actually left me here to burn.I started crying. I pulled at the ropes. They did not move. I pulled again, harder, twisting my wrists until the skin burned, but the rope held and the fire was climbing the curtains now, smoke filling my lungs with every breath, thick enough to taste. I was going to die in Noah's guest room, tied to a chair, covered in fuel oil. That was going to be the end of Ivy.Then my wolf spoke.Not gently. She hit me like a slap, hard from somewhere behind my sternum.“You're not going to die here, maybe by anyone but not by Amy. G

Ivy's POV  It was Kel and Rixon.They stood in the doorway wearing full waterproof gear, visors down, water hissing out from the pressure unit Rixon had mounted on his back. The fire hit the wall of water and pulled back, hissing, angry about it. Rixon held his ground without flinching, turning slowly, keeping the stream between the flames and us like he had done this a hundred times before.Kel crossed the room in three strides.He took one look at me standing on the sink in my underwear with a smoking blanket wrapped around me, blood running down both hands, face bruised and tear-streaked, and his expression did something complicated. Like he had prepared himself for bad and still was not fully prepared.He did not say anything. He just pulled off his outer jacket, leaned forward, and put it over my shoulders.I could not even thank him. My throat was too wrecked, too full of smoke and crying, and my hands were shaking t

Ivy's POVDelinda did not walk in. She exploded in.The door hit the wall and she was already screaming before she cleared the frame, hair wild, mascara running in dark streaks down both cheeks, looking like something that had been through a war and had decided to bring the war here. Her eyes found Liam first, then found me, and the hatred in them was so raw it almost had a physical temperature."How dare you kill my father!" Her voice cracked on the last word. "You cut his head off, Liam! Even if you never wanted to marry me, did it have to be that? Did you have to humiliate him like that? He helped you. He protected you. He gave everything to this pack and you just—"She stopped. Her eyes had landed on me properly now.Something shifted in her face then she screamed and came at me.Kel moved first. Maxine was half a second behind him. Between the two of them they caught Delinda before she made it two steps, Kel's arm going across her collarbone, Maxine grabbing her wrist and twisting

 Ivy's POV "Why is she here?"Nobody answered me. Rixon was already moving toward Liam, holding out something that looked like a folded letter, sealed at the edges like it had been waiting for the right moment to detonate. I watched Liam take it. Watched his fingers work across the seal. Watched his expression do absolutely nothing while he read it, which was somehow more alarming than if he had reacted.Then his hand closed.His fingers curled slowly into a fist around the paper, crushing it, the sound of it crinkling sharp in the quiet room, and still his face gave nothing away.That was enough for me.I stood up."Ivy." His voice came immediately, low and certain.I walked out anyway.The corridor felt longer than usual. My feet moved on their own, carrying me toward the front of the mansion, toward the gate, toward whatever was waiting out there that had apparently required an escort and a