The Alpha’s 90-Day Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

I stood as the scent of the crowd shifted, the heavy musk of anticipation and the sharp tang of hair-lacquer filling the hall. In my grip, the silver-edged parchment felt like a blade. I moved toward the center of the dais with a fluid, predatory grace, ensuring my path stayed wide of Mark Whitaker.Below me sat a sea of the most elite wolves in the territory, the prime specimens of the Nova Star Agency and beyond. Scanning the ranks, I knew my own journey from exile had only just begun. Near the front, Riley Knox sat with her chin high, her scent radiating a sickly-sweet arrogance. I could practically hear her thoughts: I will snatch that silver trophy from the hands of the woman I’ve spent years trying to bury. Once that weight is in my palm, my ascent to the High Alphas is guaranteed."Ava Hart has become a name of legend recently, from the Southern Realms to our own borders," Whitaker announced, his voice smooth and deceptive. "She is a she-wolf of formidable promise, and her disc

"If you leak the scents of those scrolls, you’re exposing your own rot alongside Mark’s. You’ll be a pariah in every territory," my assistant pleaded, his voice trembling in the dim light of the hospital room. "We could just retreat to the neutral lands, live as omegas in a quiet pack—that’s better than self-immolating. Don't you understand the laws of the hunt yet? The Council never forgets."I turned a burning, amber gaze toward him, my fingers digging into the sterile sheets. "Do you think Mark will let a loose end breathe just because I failed the climb? He won’t. I have the scent of his treason on me now. He’ll hunt me to silence me. Instead of waiting for the killing blow, I’ll be the one to tear out the throat of this industry.""Is there no other path?" he whispered."None. I want Ava and Blake to drown in the same blood as me," I snarled, my eyes narrowing with a lethal certainty.My assistant took a jagged breath, realizing there was no tethering a wolf hell-bent on a cliff-

I looked at Connor, and a sudden, sharp ache of unworthiness clawed at my chest. A male of his stature, the silent Shadow Alpha of the Vale Media Group, could have claimed any high-born she-wolf—someone who brought strength to the pack instead of dragging him into the mud of public scandal or forcing him to bare his teeth at the elders.But the Moon had tethered us, and I was never going to sever that bond. I lowered my gaze to his hand, calloused and warm, and slid my fingers between his, anchoring myself to his heat."When a wolf is cornered, they become fragile," he murmured, his voice a low vibration that hummed in my bones. "If there is a path I can clear for you, I will do it. And even if the thicket is too dense, I won't stop clawing until we find the light."I felt the tears spill over then, hot and stinging, even as a smile tugged at my lips. In this brutal world of shifting loyalties, only I truly knew the depth of the tenderness Connor Vale hidden beneath his fur.He seemed

"I don’t desire a single scrap of your ruined life, nor do I care to sharpen my claws on you while you're bleeding out. I have a path to tread, and in the grand design of the territories, you are nothing but dust. So, Blake, crawl away..." I lifted my head, my eyes holding a frost that surpassed the winter peaks. "From this heartbeat forward, do not let your scent drift into the Vale Hills, and never dare to cross my path again."Crawl away...Those words struck Blake like a physical blow. He had never heard me speak with such sovereign authority, looking down at him from a height he could no longer reach. He looked like a pathetic jester, having paraded his most humiliating failures before me while clinging to the delusion that he was still a king.What burned him most was the memory of calling me a stray. That insult had rebounded, striking him across the face with the heat of a silver brand. He opened his mouth to snarl back, but seeing my hand firmly entwined with Connor’s, his co

"Tell them I’m retreating to my den to recover. My spirit isn't ready for the hunt just yet," I said, skimming the latest scrolls from the various fashion houses. "Connor mentioned that Nova Star Agency is holding trials for their elite pack in a few days. I need to sharpen my senses for that. Besides, there are lingering scents I need to wash away."Lisa watched me closely. She couldn't always read the shifting tides in my eyes, but after years of running in the same pack, she had a hunter's intuition about my moods."You're tracking Riley Knox, aren't we? That she-wolf has seemingly vanished into the tall grass.""A wolf can only stay hidden for so long before they hunger," I replied. "Finding her isn't the challenge. Her lead tracker has a mate and cubs to feed. Lisa, find him. Whisper in his ear that a powerful Alpha is looking to sign her for a major campaign.""And that 'Alpha' is you, isn't it?" Lisa asked, testing the waters."She is like Blake... her word won't clear my name