All Chapters of The Alpha's forgotten Luna: His Loss, her throne: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Liam's POVSomething was off with her and it had been off since midnight and I had been watching it all morning like a man trying to read a language he only half understood.Rixon had told me last night. She insisted on staying with Maxine. I let it go because she had been through something that would have broken most people and she didn't need me adding pressure to whatever she was processing. Fine. Space. I could do space.What I could not do, apparently, was watch her spend an entire breakfast talking to Kel like I was a piece of furniture somebody had moved into the room without asking.She'd smiled at him. A real one, full and immediate, the kind I hadn't seen aimed at me once this morning. She'd leaned into his shoulder when he fixed her plate, laughed at something he said, and the entire time I sat at the head of my own table I may as well have been a lamp.I was a Lycan King. I had made full-grown Alphas choose their words carefully in my presence. And this woman was making me

Ivy's POVI had faced Noah's cold stares, survived two years of being invisible in my own home, and nearly drowned in a river last week. I was not going to be scared of Liam's brother standing in my office doorway.But Andrea gave off a different kind of energy. The kind that sits wrong in your gut before your brain catches up. He wasn't loud about it. He didn't need to be. He just stood there and the air shifted and I hated that my body registered it before my pride could stop it. I shifted back a step. Just one."You're not supposed to be in here," I said. "This is my office."He laughed and looked around slowly like a man walking through a museum exhibit he found mildly offensive. "Your office." He repeated it like the words tasted funny. "My brother gave you an office." He shook his head. "He gave you an office before he gave you a proper title hearing with the elders and somehow nobody finds that strange.""I find it perfectly reasonable," I said. "Unlike you being in here.""An

Liam's POVEdmund was going to make me do something I'd regret.It's been three hours. Three hours of standing in a field watching a stubborn old man fold his arms at every security arrangement Rixon and I put forward. No allied patrols. No shared border schedules. No nothing that made any practical sense. He dressed every refusal up in pack pride and tradition and I stood there breathing through it because removing him as lead elder would crack open a chaos I didn't have the bandwidth to deal with right now.But the whole time, something was off. That thing at the base of my spine that had never once in my life been wrong was talking the entire three hours and I kept shutting it up and refocusing on Edmund's fourth monologue about sovereignty and telling myself it was nothing.It wasn't nothing.We pulled through the mansion gates and Magdalene was already at the door and that woman had worked in this house for eleven years and she did not run. She was running."Alpha." She reached

Ivy's POVHe was pacing now and Liam did not pace. In all the time I had spent around him, through the chaos and the fear and every situation that would have broken a normal person down to the floor, I had never once seen him pace. He was always still. Always contained. Always that infuriating wall of calm that made you feel like maybe things were not as bad as they seemed.So watching him move back and forth across the length of the room with his jaw tight and his hands shoved into his pockets was doing something very unhelpful to my nerves."Say something," I said. "You're making me anxious."He stopped to look at me. Sighed, long and heavy, like a man carrying something he had not found a name for yet.And then before I could process what was happening, his hands found my hips and he lifted me off the ground and set me on the table like I was a book he needed at eye level. Clean, easy, decided. Like the thought and the action happened at the same time with nothing in between.I gr

Ivy's POVShopping with Steph and Maxine was its own brand of chaos and I accepted that within the first ten minutes.They moved through the racks like women on a mission, pulling things off hangers without asking, holding fabric against my face to check colors, arguing with each other in the middle of the aisle about cuts and hemlines while I stood between them like a very tired mannequin."This one will be good," Maxine said, pushing something into my arms."I literally just took the last one off." I groaned and collected it."And it fit perfectly so you're trying the next one before you convince yourself you don't need it."I opened my mouth."Don't argue with me," she said pleasantly.I needed the clothes. That much was true. I was going to be here for a while and the two shirts I had arrived with were barely surviving as it was. I had accepted Liam's pack as temporary and somewhere between the council meetings and the near death experiences and whatever was happening between me