The Alpha's forgotten Luna: His Loss, her throne의 모든 챕터: 챕터 141 - 챕터 150

 Ivy's POV I did not tell myself I was leaving. I told myself I needed air.That was the lie I used to get my feet moving, to get my keys off the side table in the corridor, to get myself into the driver's seat of the black SUV parked closest to the east gate without anyone seeing me go. Just air. Just five minutes outside the noise of that hall, outside the warmth of too many people in too small a space, outside the particular specific torture of sitting at a table and watching a woman look at my husband like she already knew how this ended.I drove with no destination. The road outside the pack mansion stretched into darkness and I followed it. I was still in the deep burgundy gown I had worn to the party, the fabric long and heavy against my legs, the neckline sitting low enough that I had felt Liam's eyes on it twice during dinner before everything went sideways. One of my heels had come off somewhere between the

Noah's POVThe smoke curled up into the night sky like it had all the time in the world and I sat on the bonnet of my car watching it with my arms folded, trying to decide what I was feeling. Reed stood beside me with a bottle of water he had grabbed from somewhere during the chaos, turning it over in his hands without opening it, the way he always did when he had something to say and was deciding how to say it without me biting his head off.He had been quiet for about four minutes. That was a record for Reed."You know what I noticed?" he finally said.I did not answer."I noticed that man has been completely silent since your little stunt with Ivy." He tilted his head toward the building where the smoke was still rising, thin now, the fire crews having gotten the worst of it under control."Weeks, Noah. Not a word, not a movement, nothing. Everyone was saying he had gone soft. Everyone was saying the poison changed him, that he was distra

Liam's POVI carried her out of that hall and I did not stop walking.My men moved the moment they saw me coming through the smoke, parting without being told to, the ones closest to the exit already pushing the remaining guests back to clear a path. I kept my eyes forward. Ivy had her face turned into my neck and her fingers curled into my shirt and I could feel her breathing, short and uneven, the breathing of someone trying very hard to hold themselves together. My hand tightened at her back without thinking about it.Outside, the cold night air hit us both. The fire crews were deep in it now, hoses running across the lawn, water catching the light as it arced up against the burning east wing. Guests were still clustered in groups across the grounds, some crying, some on their phones, some just standing there with their drinks still in hand like they had not yet caught up to the fact that the evening was over. I walked past all of it.Rixon was at the car before I was. He had the b

Ivy's POVThe meeting hall already looked like judgment before I even walked through the door.Cold air, old wood, the particular stillness of a room full of people who had already decided the verdict before the accused even walked in. I was still in last night's burgundy gown, wrinkled from sleep, my hair loose around my shoulders, no shoes because nobody had thought to give me the chance to find them. The guards had their hands at my arms, not gripping, just present, the kind of escort that was somehow worse than being dragged because it implied you had already lost before you opened your mouth.My wolf was pacing inside me, tight and restless.‘Something is wrong with this room,’ she said. I can smell the setup from here.I know, I told her. Just stay close.Every elder I had seen at pack functions over the past weeks was seated at that long table, senior warriors, council officials, faces I recognised from ceremonies where they had looked through me like I was not worth the eff

Liam's POVFew hours ago, His uncle had come at the worst possible time.Liam was still in his charcoal suit, jacket thrown over the armrest of the chair beside the couch where Ivy slept, his sleeves rolled to the elbow, a glass of whiskey sitting on the side table that he had poured two hours ago and never touched. Liam crossed to the door and opened it.His uncle Erden stood in the corridor in a dark travelling coat, grey threading through his hair at the temples, eyes sharp the way eyes got when they had spent decades watching everything and reacting to nothing publicly. Behind him were two of his personal men, standing back, silent. Erden looked at Liam the way he always had, like he was both the best thing the bloodline had produced and its most persistent headache."You should have called ahead," Liam said."You would not have answered." Erden stepped inside without waiting to be invited, glanced briefly at Ivy on the couch, then looked back at Liam with an expression that had