Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha’s 90-Day Luna: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

After the rot of the drug scandal was scented by everyone, the Ariel cub went to ground at a friend’s den, too terrified to show her face. Seeing her mother suffering in the healer’s ward on her behalf filled her with a flicker of guilt, but the shadow only grew longer. By the following dawn, the territory was howling with fresh horrors: news had broken of Ariel’s bloodthirsty past. At only fourteen winters, she had led a pack of bullies to maul a classmate until the girl was left crippled. She had changed her name and fled to New York to escape the scent of her own cruelty.The pack was stunned. No one expected such darkness from one so young. The Enforcers quickly confirmed the blood-test results, proving Ariel was the one poisoned by the haze. Worse yet, they discovered her parents had forged her lineage papers to make her appear two years younger, fearing the Council would lock her away for her childhood violence. She wasn't a cub at all; she had already passed her eighteenth wint

Lisa had set up a makeshift den for me to change into the sponsored furs. But the moment she gripped the garments provided by the stylist, she snarled and went straight for Zephaniah and the man behind the lens. "We are here to showcase the craftsmanship of these garments, aren't we? This is a frozen tundra with winds that cut like silver blades, and the mercury is at -3 degrees. Do you truly expect Ava to face the elements in a sleeveless silk slip?""This moon’s cycle is dedicated to the 'Snow Wonderland' theme. Not only must she wear minimal hide, but I require her to walk across the frozen heart of that lake with bare feet." The photographer barked back at Lisa, his voice echoing like a challenger's howl. "Scores of other models have endured far worse hunts. Why is it your wolf has such fragile paws?""I am beginning to scent a lack of professionalism in her blood!"In our world, it was the nature of the beast to hunt in seasons that didn't match the fur we wore—flaunting summer s

The hunt in the North had been brutal, and Zephaniah wasted no time securing the dominance of our pack. He successfully lobbied for the full support of the Her Vision Alphas, ensuring the November cover shoot was completed with the precision of a silent kill. Typically, when a photography crew causes such a disturbance with a high-ranking model, the news travels through the territories like a wildfire. But Zephaniah and Editor Benedict had established a blood-pact of silence. With Connor’s shadow looming over the proceedings, Her Vision had no choice but to follow Zephaniah’s lead. Besides, the fault lay entirely with their own lead photographer, who had dared to bait a wolf like me.The sun had barely dipped below the horizon when Xanthe’s call pierced the silence. She didn't offer a greeting; instead, she went straight for the throat. "Why did you seize the company’s elite photography pack without consulting the High Council?"Zephaniah’s smirk vanished, replaced by a gaze of iron.

The card held no hollow vows or saccharine promises. It simply stated, “Connor & Ava – Forever.”I stared at those words until they blurred, pressing the card against my pounding heart. I looked at the bands, my soul overflowing with a heat I hadn't felt since our first night. "I’ll hold you to that oath," I whispered. "Forever."Lisa watched the exchange, her eyes shimmering with realization. I wasn't just a lone wolf anymore; I was a mated female with a mark to prove it. She quickly wiped the dampness from her cheeks, but before she could speak, a shadow filled the entrance.Lisa’s mouth snapped shut. She turned to me with a conspiratorial grin. "How can you mark your territory without your mate by your side?"I followed her gaze. Connor was leaning against the frame, draped in a rich, vintage-brown wool suit that made him look every bit the distinguished High Alpha. He was towering and modest all at once.Lisa scrambled off the vanity and slipped out, leaving us in the heavy silenc

Blake Turner’s henchman was still barking orders, trying to shove Blake toward the transport. At this moment, Blake had finally finished his ritual of physical strain. Beads of sweat slid down his bronze skin. Looking at his predator-honed body paired with that arrogant, sharp-jawed look, it was clear how he had climbed the ranks of the Turner Studios so quickly.However, his spirit was rotting.The henchman didn't know how else to bark. Although he was also snarling at my name, he didn't feel it was wise to abandon a hunt just to spite a rival. But this was the nature of a pup like Blake Turner.“Fine, let’s move. Let’s head to the coast,” Blake said, acting as if he were granting a royal pardon as he wiped away his scent.“Excellent. I’ll ready the transport. You can shift into your attire on the trail,” the henchman felt the tension leave his hackles as he hurried to the parking bay. Blake looked drained the entire journey. Even when they reached the coastal resort, he didn't appea