Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha’s 90-Day Luna: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Before the sun had even crested the peaks of the Vale Hills, Lisa slipped away to a hidden tavern on the edge of the neutral territories. She carried a heavy satchel containing every scent-trail and record we had on Mark Whittaker. She was there to meet a rogue tracker named Zavier. He was the younger cousin of Xenophon, the lead smear-artist who had first tried to blackmail us.Zavier sat in a shadowed corner, clad in dark furs and leather, his hair slicked back with a vanity that spoke of someone who enjoyed the spoils of the city more than the hunt. When he saw Lisa, he didn't even lower his hood. "What's worth the risk of meeting a Vale tracker in the open?"Lisa didn't know that Ariadne had already commissioned Zavier to release a doctored memory-stone of me. She simply leaned in. "If I offer you a haul of gold, will you keep it from your cousin’s paws?""How much gold?""You and Xenophon should know by now: Ava Hart is a she-wolf made of iron. You can drag her name through the m

I turned the invitation over in my hands, my sharp mind already calculating the risks. "I wasn’t summoned by name, Connor. If I walk into the Pacific Crown Gala, what face am I wearing?""Jordan has handled the entry marks. The gathering begins at seven tomorrow night—don't let the scent of your arrival be late."I sank back against Connor’s chest. The fire of our earlier union had left my limbs heavy, and I succumbed to a deep, dreamless sleep. Connor didn't pull away; he traced the line of my spine, his touch a possessive vow, before he doused the light and let the darkness of the Vale Hills Estate claim us both.Why was he so adamant about me attending? Because he knew the Alpha-Luna of the Nova Star Agency, Xanthe Lopez, would be there. If my fate was left solely in the claws of Sloane Pierce, I would be gutted before I even reached the inner circle. Connor was carved from a different stone; he saw every opening, and he intended for me to corner Xanthe before Sloane could shred my

I didn’t know the full extent of the trap Xanthe was laying, but I could scent the blood in the air—she was clearly aiming for Sloane and Holden’s throats."After this moon cycle, I’ll find you a Lead Tracker who actually knows how to hunt," Xanthe promised.I kept a steady gaze throughout our talk; a capable manager was exactly what I needed to navigate these shifting territories. Xanthe was adamant about the secrecy, though. She hadn't given me a name or a face yet. In truth, she was using the Royalty Showcase as a dual-purpose arena: she wanted to witness my prowess on the stage, and she wanted Sloane to bring her green yearlings just so she could see how they paled in comparison to a True Alpha of the runway.Sloane and Holden had grown too bold, thinking they ruled the Nova Star den. Xanthe was preparing to show them that by discarding a wolf like me, they had essentially cursed their own luck.The sun dipped below the jagged peaks of the Vale Hills, casting long, bloody shadows

I watched as the legendary actor’s face went from pale to a ghostly white. The air around him seemed to freeze, and I could practically hear his heart stuttering in his chest. If he had known my scent was already marked by the Vale Media Group, he never would have dared to snap his teeth at me. To cross Connor Vale was to invite a permanent exile from every major production in the territories; he wasn't about to risk his career for a niece’s vanity.Beads of sweat broke out on his brow. With a sudden, jerky movement, he shoved Luciana’s hand away and stumbled toward me, bowing his head in a submissive gesture that reeked of desperation. "Err... Miss Hart. Please, forgive my earlier arrogance. I had no idea you were... under the protection of Alpha Vale."A ripple of shock went through the backstage den. The models who had been sneering just moments ago looked like they’d seen a Spirit Wolf. The man who had been cornering me like a stray was now whimpering for grace.Sloane Pierce look

In an instant, digital scrolls and pack forums erupted: [Ava Hart Refuses to Share a Territory With the Pup!], [Ava Absent From Ritual Because She Scorns Young Ariel], [Ava’s Grace is All a Façade!] and other headlines flooded the supernatural networks. Because Ariel was still just a yearling, the elders expected high-ranking wolves to be more indulgent toward this sixteen-year-old. Consequently, my failure to appear at the scent-matching ceremony was immediately torn apart by the 'den mothers' of the various packs.Naturally, Nova Star Agency spared no effort, bleeding the opportunity dry to use my name for their own glory.While Walter Vale wasn't personally shamed by Nova Star’s schemes, he didn't hesitate to growl into his phone at Zephaniah. “Zephaniah, have you scented the air today? Have you seen the news?”“I’m aware,” Zephaniah muttered, rubbing his temple. In truth, he hadn't cared until my name began echoing through the pack links, and he realized he was failing his assigne