บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha’s 90-Day Luna: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Back in the States, the scent of the new Secret Magazine was everywhere—literally. It wasn't just on the racks; it was the only thing the pack was howling about. I could catch snatches of conversation in every coffee shop and subway station:“Did you see the new Secret? That cover... it’s haunting.”“I was going to grab the latest Fine Figures, but I couldn't take my eyes off this one.”“Wait, Secret? That rag hasn't had a relevant scent in years. They wouldn't know high fashion if it bit them.”“Trust me, go buy it. It’s a complete rebirth. If you don't get a copy before the moon sets, you'll regret it.”The parchment was flying off the shelves. For seasons, Secret had been a fading power, its influence dwindling to nothing. But this cycle was different. That melancholy, silver-and-shadow cover stood out like a lone wolf against a neon skyline. People who usually walked past the stands without a glance were stopping in their tracks, mesmerized.Within three suns, the major distributi

The humidity of the Mexican jungle clung to the air, but I wrapped my furs tight around me as the transport began its prowl toward the airfield. Now that my scent was known to every pack in the territory, Connor knew he couldn’t be seen entering the terminal by my side. He reached out, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw with a lingering heat."The terminal is swarming with wolves waiting for a glimpse of you," he rumbled, his voice low and protective. "If they catch the Alpha of the Vale lineage at your heel, it will ignite a firestorm. I’ll wait for you in the high-altitude cabin. Your star is rising, Ava; we can't let a scandal clip your wings before you truly fly."I looked at him, a sharp ache in my chest. I was his bound mate, yet in the eyes of the world, we had to act like predators from rival territories. But he was right. I hadn't clawed my way back from the brink just to let a rumor tear it down. I forced a smile and laced my fingers through his. "Wait for me at the peak.

Early the next morning, the air in the Turner Studios boardroom was thick with the scent of old coffee and fresh malice. Blake, Mia, and Ashley had gathered to carve up my future, though I hadn't been invited. Blake had dismissed me, claiming it was a mere administrative ritual—nothing a "fading star" needed to worry about.Ashley watched in silence as Mia paced the room like a hungry lynx. Mia didn't care that I had just resurrected a global brand; she saw me as a prized pelt to be traded, a trophy she intended to leash and break. She wanted absolute dominance over my hunt.Ashley flicked the projector on, illuminating thirteen formal scrolls of intent. Among them were high-level tributes from the most prestigious "superstar factories" in the industry—Creative Century and Star Age. The tributes they offered in exchange for my signature were massive, enough to buy a small territory.Blake’s jaw tightened. He realized then that the public's hunger for "Ava Hart" was a tidal wave, and T

Mia was howling with triumph. The news that Riley had clawed her way back into the Council’s favor was the perfect scent for her—a distraction she could use to mask her true goal of breaking my spirit. She had nearly scented defeat with Riley, but the girl had somehow turned the hunt, securing a Top 10 Model Award while the rest of us were bickering over scrap meat."Congratulations, Riley!" Mia’s voice echoed through the stone halls of the Studio. "As a crowned victor, you are summoned to the Model Elections Bright Night Gala. Every High Alpha from the Great Agencies will be there. It is your chance to mark your territory. And the whispers say a legendary guest will be watching from the shadows."I had been summoned as well, but Mia held my vellum invitation between two fingers and ripped it down the center. "Don't expect the Silver Wolf to show her face," she sneered."Mia, is that wise?" Blake asked, leaning against his mahogany desk. He let out a sharp, mocking bark of a laugh as

"What will Ava be doing tomorrow night?" Riley asked Gary, her voice dripping with practiced nonchalance as she smoothed the silks of her gala gown."The scent is that she’s tracking a night-shoot for the October cover of Secret," he replied, adjusting his glasses. He prided himself on monitoring every vibration in Ava's trail."I refuse to believe she’ll just roll over and let me take the crown," Riley spat, her eyes flashing with a predatory green. Just the memory of the humiliations Ava had dealt her made her want to rend the girl's throat. "Scent out the exact location of that shoot. Arrange for some 'distractions' to keep her pinned to the spot. Only when I know she’s caged will I be able to enjoy my coronation.""Consider it done," Gary murmured. He was a veteran at sabotaging Ava’s hunts. Back when Ava had been forced to run as Riley’s shadow, he had laid countless traps for her."And Gary... contact the healer discreetly," Riley added, her voice dropping to a cold whisper. "On