All Chapters of The Alpha’s 90-Day Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The sun hadn’t yet crested the jagged peaks of the valley when I walked into the Turner Studios strategy den. The air was thick with the scent of old coffee and fresh betrayal. Blake sat at the head of the heavy oak table, his eyes darting between Riley and me. Though the seats were the same, the hierarchy had shifted. Riley, the scavenger who had successfully maneuvered into my shadow, now sat at Blake’s right hand as his chosen mate.They shared a lingering, possessive glance as Blake sat down. The sight made my stomach turn, but I kept my face as still as a frozen pond. I felt Ashley’s eyes on me, searching for a crack in my resolve. She was learning that a Hart doesn't howl in public—we save our teeth for the hunt.Blake cleared his throat, his voice echoing in the silent room. "The expedition to the Azure Coast. I will be personally overseeing the trek for the Secret Magazine shoot. We’ll be joined by a linguistics expert from the Southern Packs, as we’ll be operating in neutral

"I’m not afraid because I’ve shed the skin of the Ava who let others muzzle her. Besides," I added, my voice dropping to a low hum that only a mate could hear, "I have you guarding my flank now."Confidence radiated from me, a sharp contrast to the broken wolf I had been weeks ago. Connor’s golden eyes flared with a hunger he fought to keep leashed. "If we weren't suspended in the clouds right now," he rumbled, his voice vibrating against my chest, "I would kiss you until your inner wolf was breathless."He pulled me into a crushing embrace, burying his face in the crook of my neck. I smelled the scent of a King—rain-washed cedar and ancient power. It was the only scent in the world that felt like home. He rested his head on my shoulder, his breathing heavy, as if he wanted to memorize this moment before the hunt began in earnest.When the transport finally touched down at the Azure Coast, the humid southern air hit us like a physical weight. Waiting just beyond the arrivals terminal

Connor had instructed Jordan Reed to lay out a spread of ceremonial silks for my choosing. Among the vibrant textiles, he had hand-picked a gown of spun gold, form-fitting and etched with intricate ink-black swirls that mimicked the ancient calligraphy of the Eastern packs. He was radiant when he saw me emerge in it—unique and lethal, a classic elegance that only a High Luna could carry.Connor stood behind me in the mirror of the Vale Hills Estate, his massive frame a protective shadow against my back. He wound his arms around my waist, his touch a brand. "You are a masterpiece, Ava. A relic of a more graceful age. Thank you for choosing the gold; you have the instincts of a queen."I leaned my head back against his shoulder, smiling at our reflection. I hadn't realized how much "scent" Connor had on the industry. He clearly knew that Secret Magazine was hunting for an "Eastern Primal" theme. By dressing me in this, he was helping me scream a silent message: by discarding me, they ha

“Is he for real?” Lisa whispered, watching Connor. “Doesn’t he think he’s being a bit too protective of his mate?”She was too intimidated by the High Alpha’s sheer presence to say it to his face, though. I let out a soft laugh, finding his possessiveness strangely grounding. I wasn't used to anyone guarding my perimeter so fiercely; his concern felt like a sudden spring thaw in a land of eternal winter.After a quiet moment, I briefed them on the Secret council's decision and handed the revised blood-oath scroll to Connor. He sat beside me on the furs, his fingers weaving through my hair in a slow, rhythmic possessiveness.“The winds of the territories shift faster than a chasing wolf,” he rumbled. “It’s not unheard of for a rogue to break into the Southern hierarchy, but predicting tomorrow’s hunt is never certain.”He traced the ink on the parchment. “Mia is still dreaming of Riley’s ascension. That’s why she yielded the contract so easily. She believes that once Riley claims the S

“I am beyond thrilled to have the opportunity to scent the air with two of the most striking wolves from the American territories. Welcome, Ava and Riley.”Because the scribe was speaking the Southern dialect, Riley had to wait for her translator-pendant to hum before she could offer a rehearsed toothy grin. I, however, had spent enough time stalking the Southern borders to speak the tongue fluently. Within moments, I was conversing with the interviewer as if we shared the same den. The rapport was instant, leaving Riley looking like a confused pup on the sidelines.“There is a howl across the digital landscape about your collaboration,” the scribe continued. “Some call it a skirmish for the crown. What is your stance on this hunt?”Blake stood off-camera, his scent spiked with the fear that I’d snap at Riley’s throat. But I kept my eyes soft and my voice steady. “I approach every ritual and every pack-mate with the respect they’ve earned. That is simply the code I live by.”“As do I,