All Chapters of The Alpha's forgotten Luna: His Loss, her throne: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Ivy's POV"He promised he would rest," I said, still moving down the corridor. "He specifically said—""Ivy." Maxine fell into step beside me easily, like she had been expecting this direction all along. "That man had a full meeting with seven elders, apparently solved two pack disputes and reorganized the vault security rotation by eight this morning." She paused. "He rested for four hours. For Liam that's practically a spa weekend."I stopped walking."He's fine," she said. "He's annoyingly, aggressively fine. The antidote worked and Balaam did whatever Balaam does and he woke up like a man who almost didn't die yesterday and immediately went back to running his pack because that's who he is." She looked at me. "You cannot manage an Alpha, Ivy. Trust me. I grew up watching my mother try."“Who is Balaam?” I asked curiously and she shrugged.“I can’t tell you much but it's his other deadly side, very destructive and won’t take no for an answer even if you tried.”I stood there for a

Liam's POVThe drive to Crescent Vale took forty minutes and I spent most of it in silence with Rixon in the passenger seat scrolling through the contract terms on his tablet while Kel sat in the back pretending to sleep. The SUV was quiet the way it always was before something needed to get done. No music, no small talk. Just the road and the low hum of the engine and the particular kind of focused stillness that had always preceded my work.Edmund had handled this contract for three years before he was removed. Construction rights, resource allocation, territorial supply chains between Crescent Vale and my pack's eastern border. It was not complicated work. It just needed someone present and paying attention, which Edmund had stopped being somewhere around the second year.We pulled into the site just after nine.I stepped out in all black, dark trousers, a fitted shirt with the sleeves already rolled to my forearms, and moved toward the lead contractor without slowing my stride. The

 Ivy's POV Steph came through that door like she had been launched from somewhere and landed specifically in my room by force of personality alone. Her braids swung behind her, long and honey-tipped and freshly done, and she dropped her bag on the floor without looking where it landed and grabbed both my hands before I could even open my mouth to say hello."Stop everything," she said. "Look at my hair first. Look at it, Ivy. Take it in."I looked at her hair. Long, sleek braids, deep brown at the roots bleeding into a warm honey gold at the ends, laid so perfectly it looked like she had walked out of somewhere expensive, which she probably had. It suited her in the annoying way that everything suited Steph, like her face had been specifically designed to make any hairstyle l

Ivy's POVThe woman had authority the way some people have bone structure. You could not miss it and you could not manufacture it and she knew both of those things about herself.She was dressed like a Priestess, deep ceremonial robes the colour of midnight with gold stitching at the collar that caught the hall light every time she moved. She carried a staff, dark wood, a carved moon at the top, and she held it the way people hold things they have carried for so long it has become part of their body. Her face was all sharp angles and cold assessment and when her eyes landed on me they stayed there with the kind of patience that said she had been in rooms far more intimidating than this one and had walked out of all of them exactly the same way she walked in.My wolf went still inside me. Not afraid but watching.I wanted to ask who she was. The question was sitting right there on my tongue and I almost let it out before I caught myself because something about the way this woman was l

Ivy's POVMy hands were flat on the table and I was pressing them down hard because if I did not, they were going to shake and I was not going to give this room that.Luka's words were still sitting in the air. Step down with immediate effect. They had landed somewhere in my chest like something cold dropped from a height and I was still feeling the weight of them when Liam laughed and everything in the hall changed.My wolf growled low inside me.Stay still, I told her. Not yet.She held but I felt her restless, coiled, unhappy about being made to wait.Liam rose from his chair. Not dramatically, not with a performance of it, just stood up slowly the way a storm gathers, and when he was fully upright the room felt like it had shrunk. He looked at Luka with that particular stillness that I had come to understand meant he was at his most dangerous and then he let it go."Where were you?" His voice filled every corner of that hall without effort. "Where was this Council when my wife was