All Chapters of The Alpha's forgotten Luna: His Loss, her throne: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Liam's POVThe fire was burning faster than I had expected and heaven knows that when this was over, I was going to make Tulip regret every single decision that had led to this night. Not just the Pink Dreams, not just what she had tried to do to me on that bed, all of it, every calculated, desperate, unhinged move she had made in this mansion since the day she arrived. But that was for later. Right now I had a building full of unconscious people and a fire that was spreading with the particular confidence of something that had been given a head start.Balaam was still burning off the last of the fog, the Pink Dreams thinning in patches as my body fought through it, and I moved on pure authority and muscle memory, barking orders at the outer perimeter guards who had not been inside when the candles burned, directing the evacuation, getting bodies off the floor and out through the east entrance while the kitchen wing above crackled and threw orange light down the corridor walls.That wa

IVYNeither of them moved. They just looked at us with the patient, unhurried expressions of people who had known exactly where we would come out and exactly when.Maxine reacted before I could stop her. She moved forward with the particular energy of a woman who had just woken up from a drugged sleep, survived a fire, and had absolutely nothing left in her that was interested in being reasonable, and she swung her leg back to kick Yara directly in the face.Yara caught her ankle mid-swing like she had seen it coming from the moment Maxine started moving, which she probably had, and the slap she delivered in response snapped Maxine's head sideways hard enough to make me flinch. She grabbed Maxine by the hair before she could recover and pulled her back and Maxine hissed through her teeth and grabbed at the hand in her hair and got nowhere.Nana turned to me.She looked exactly the same as I remembered her, same stillness, same careful eyes, same quality of having decided something long

Liam's POV Tulip was useless.I had been standing in that cell for twenty minutes and every question I put to her came back with the same wet, shaking nothing. She didn't know where Ivy was. She didn't know who took her. She didn't know, she didn't know, she didn't know, and the longer she sat on that floor looking up at me with blood drying at her temple and tears cutting tracks through the dirt on her face, the more I understood that I had come down here expecting something she genuinely did not have.I stepped back. Breathed through my teeth. Put the knife away before I did something that would end a conversation I still needed."The Pink Dreams," I said. "Where did you get them?"She hesitate

Ivy's POVI was a mess and I knew it.Crying so hard that my chest kept lurching between sobs, snot and tears and no dignity whatsoever, sitting on the floor of that cell with my bound hands pressed to my face like that was going to do anything useful. I had held it together through the car ride, through Darian's face, through everything, and now that I was alone the whole damn thing came crashing down at once.Liam was in that ring. I could feel it pulling at something deep in my chest, the bond doing things I had no language for, tightening in a way that made my ribs ache, and I did not know if he was okay or if Darian had already done whatever he had gone there to do. My wolf had gone quiet and that alone told me everything was not fine.Then the pain ripped through my lower abdomen and I screamed before I could stop myself.It was sharp, vicious, gone almost as fast as it came, but the sound had already left my mouth and now it was just sitting in the air of the dungeon doing exa

Liam's POVDarian's wolf hit me mid-shift and the world went sideways.We went down together, his jaws at my throat, my body half-changed and fighting itself, and for one second, one genuine second, I thought that was it. That this was the moment the Alpha King of Blue Elite died on the floor of his own arena in front of every witness the council had ever assembled, half-shifted and bleeding from four different places, with his brother's teeth at his neck.Then I heard her voice."Liam!"Everything stopped.But not the fight. The fight kept going, Darian's wolf pressing down, my body still halfway through a shift that had stalled. But something in my chest stopped, snapped to attention the way it only ever did for one person, and I turned my head toward the sound even with jaws at my throat.Ivy was at the edge of the arena. Bloodied, wrists raw, hair everywhere, standing like she had run the entire way here and was still running inside, and her eyes found mine across the ring and she