All Chapters of The Ruthless Alpha’s Omega Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

61 Chapters

It’s Time: Sophia’s Perspective

I can feel Zane's eyes on me throughout dinner, a weight as tangible as his hand at the small of my back when we entered the dining room. Neither of us touches the elaborate meal much, the tension between us leaves no room for appetite.When he finally pushes his barely-touched plate away and stands, extending his hand to me, I know exactly where we're going. I’m not going back to my suite tonight. His bedroom. Where he'll complete what the bite on my neck started. Where I'll become his entirely.'He's been waiting all day,' Nyx murmurs in my mind, her voice strangely eager. 'Conri can barely be contained.''At least one of us is looking forward to this,' I reply silently, trying to keep the bitterness from seeping into our mental bond. But there's no hiding from Nyx, she feels my fear as acutely as I do.'It won't be as bad as you think,' she tries to reassure me, but there's uncertainty beneath her words.I place my hand in Zane's, my fingers disappearing in his much larger grasp. H

Control: Sophia’s Perspective

He leads me to the massive bed, and I climb onto it at his silent direction, the silk sheets cool against my heated skin. My heart pounds so violently I'm sure he must hear it, must sense the panic rising in me despite my outward compliance."On your hands and knees," he instructs, his voice rougher now, strained with the effort of maintaining control.I comply, the position making me feel more vulnerable than I've ever been. Exposed. Available. A tremor runs through me, my arms shaking as they support my weight.The bed dips as Zane kneels behind me. His hands stroke down my back, following the curve of my spine to my hips. Despite my fear, my body responds to his touch, a warmth building low in my belly, a dampness gathering between my legs that makes me flush with embarrassment."You're ready for me," he murmurs, one finger tracing my core, gathering evidence of my body's betrayal. "So wet."I squeeze my eyes shut, mortified by my physical response to a man I've been forced to acce

Dad: Sophia’s Perspective

I wake to urgent voices in the corridor, the heavy tread of boots against stone pulling me from fitful sleep. My body aches in unfamiliar places, a constant reminder of what happened hours ago in this bed. Zane's scent surrounds me, on the sheets, on my skin, inside me, marking me as claimed in ways that go beyond the bite on my neck. I push myself up on my elbows, wincing at the soreness between my thighs, and strain to hear the whispered conversation outside the door."—at the northern checkpoint," Vance's voice carries through the wood. "Says he's her father."My heart stops. My father? 'He's alive?' Nyx perks up in my mind, suddenly alert. 'Our pack-father is alive?'The door opens, Zane's massive form silhouetted against the hallway light. His expression is unreadable as his eyes find mine in the darkness."Your father has been caught trying to cross our border," he says without preamble, already pulling on clothes. "Apparently, the Council exiled him instead of killing him."I

Father-in-Law: Zane’s Perspective

I watch as Sophia wipes tears from her eyes, her grief momentarily pushed aside by the healer's instinct as her fingers hover over the cut on her father's cheekbone. The soft glow emanating from her fingertips fascinates me, her true omega healing ability made visible.James Blackwood sits perfectly still, his eyes never leaving his daughter's face as the wound knits closed under her touch. The tenderness between them stirs something uncomfortable in my chest, something dangerously close to envy.'She is stronger than she looks,' Conri observes in my mind, his interest piqued by this display of Sophia's power. 'Heals well, even through grief.''Yes,' I agree silently. 'Another reason the Council wants her back so badly.'The father-daughter reunion complicates things considerably. Having a rogue wolf in my territory, even one with a legitimate claim to my mate's attention, creates political vulnerabilities I can ill afford with the Council already breathing down my neck. Yet sending h

Captor: Sophia’s Perspective

I sit in the middle of Zane's massive bed, our bed now, I suppose, with my knees pulled tight against my chest, arms wrapped around them like I might hold myself together through sheer physical force. My mother is dead. The words repeat in my mind, a terrible mantra I can't escape. Dead because she tried to save me. Dead because I was born a true omega in a world that treats us like breeding stock instead of people.At least my father survived. The thought offers a flicker of comfort in the darkness consuming me. But even that is complicated by the reality of our situation, him a rogue wolf dependent on the mercy of an Alpha who's claimed me against my will, me a mated omega with no way out.'We saved dad,' Nyx whispers in my mind, her presence warm with satisfaction despite our grief. 'We brought him to safety.''Did we?' I question silently. 'Or did we just deliver him to another kind of prison?'Nyx bristles at this. 'Conri would never harm our father. He respects family bonds.’'C

My Little Wolf: Zane’s Perspective

I stare at Sophia's rigid back, her words echoing in my mind like a challenge I can't ignore. Captor. Not mate. The distinction burns through me, igniting a fury I haven't felt in decades.After everything I've done, claiming her instead of returning her to the Council, allowing her father sanctuary in my territory, showing restraint when she openly defied me, she still sees me as nothing more than her jailer. The urge to grab her, to force her to acknowledge our bond, pulses through me with each heartbeat. In my years as Alpha, and no one has ever dismissed me so completely.'She hurts,' Conri growls in my mind, his anger tempered by something I rarely sense from him, understanding. 'Mother dead. Pack broken. Give her time.''She called us her captor,' I remind him, the insult still raw. 'After we claimed her, mated her, protected her.''Claimed without choice. Mated without choice,' Conri acknowledges, surprising me with his insight. 'But Nyx knows. Nyx understands mate-bond deeper

Breakfast: James’ Perspective

I pace the length of the guest room, five steps in one direction before the wall forces me to turn, five steps back. The space feels like a cage, though it's more luxurious than anything I've slept in since fleeing the Council. My muscles ache from days of running, from shifting back and forth between forms as I tracked Sophia's scent across territories. But it's the hollow pain in my chest that keeps me moving, the void where Lora's presence used to hum, warm and constant. Twenty-four years of having her in my mind, and now there's only silence.A knock at the door interrupts my circuit. I pause, nostrils flaring as I catch an unfamiliar female scent."Enter," I call, straightening my shoulders by instinct, the Beta's posture I wore for two decades before becoming this hollow-eyed rogue.The door opens to reveal a petite blonde woman with efficient movements and watchful eyes. She carries a stack of neatly folded clothing."James Blackwood?" she asks, though we

The Moon: Zane's Perspective

James Blackwood's eyes keep dropping to my mark on his daughter's neck, a father's anguish poorly concealed beneath his carefully neutral expression. I understand his pain, the primal agony of seeing his offspring claimed by another wolf, but I feel no remorse. Sophia is mine now, by right and by ritual. The sooner her father accepts this reality, the easier his adjustment to life in my pack will be. I take a deliberate sip of coffee, letting the silence stretch until James shifts uncomfortably in his seat."Tell me about Sophia's abilities," I say finally, setting down my cup with precision. "What did you notice when she was younger?"James glances at his daughter, clearly uncomfortable discussing her as if she isn't present. "Perhaps Sophia should...""I'm asking you," I interrupt smoothly. "As her father, you observed her development from birth. I want your perspective."Sophia straightens in her chair, her scent sharpening with irritation. I ignore her, keepi

What the Hell? Sophia's Perspective

I sit on the edge of my bed, correction, Zane's bed that I'm forced to share, and press my palms against my eyes until stars burst behind my eyelids. My hands are still trembling from the confrontation in his office, from standing up to him in front of my father. The door is locked, but I'm not naive enough to think that will keep an alpha out, especially one who believes he owns me. All I want is five minutes to breathe, to process the fact that my father is actually alive, that my mother isn't, that somehow I commanded Zane not to hurt my father and he actually listened. 'You did so well!' Nyx practically bounces in my mind, her excitement a jarring contrast to my exhaustion. 'We protected pack-father! Alpha couldn't even speak!' 'What I did was dangerous,' I respond silently. 'He could punish Dad for my outburst.' 'No, he can't,' Nyx insists with startling certainty. 'You commanded him not to. Didn't you feel it?' I had felt something, a strange rush of power,

30. Please: Sophia’s Perspective

My footsteps echo against the stone floors as I make my way back to Zane’s office, my fingers unconsciously tracing the crescent birthmark behind my ear. The skin still tingles where his fingers touched it moments ago.Matching marks.What are the odds?One in millions?Billions?Or something else entirely?My grandmother’s voice whispers through my memory: “You’ve been kissed by the moon, little one.”Words I’d dismissed as loving grandparent nonsense now feel heavier, laden with meaning I’m not sure I want to understand.I reach Zane’s office before him and push the door open, stepping into the now-familiar space. My father waits inside, his posture tense but controlled, the Beta’s discipline still evident despite everything he’s been through. His eyes meet mine, relief washing over his features.“Where’s Zane?” I ask, settling into the chair next to Zane&rsqu

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