All Chapters of The Ruthless Alpha’s Omega Luna: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I wake to fire in my veins again, my skin so hot it feels like it might crack open. Two hours of sleep wasn’t enough to reset whatever’s happening in my body, this heat more intense than any I’ve experienced before.I shift uncomfortably, acutely aware of the empty ache between my thighs, the wetness already gathering there. Nyx whines in my mind, restless and desperate for relief.I roll toward Zane’s sleeping form, running my fingers along his jaw. “Zane,” I whisper, my voice already thick with need. “Wake up. Please.”His eyes snap open immediately, instantly alert in that predatory way of his. As his gaze focuses on me, the steel grey of his irises flares to brilliant silver, Conri catching my scent and pushing forward. The sight sends a jolt of anticipation through me, my body responding to the wolf’s presence as much as to the man’s.“Please, Zane, Conri,” I gasp, unable to maintain any pretence of control. “I need you. Nyx needs you.”He moves with fluid g

Her hand feels small in mine as I lead her along the narrow forest path. Three days of touching her, tasting her, being inside her, yet this simple connection of palms sends something warm spreading through my chest.I’ve spent the better part of fifty years believing weakness and affection were the same thing, a mistake my father made that I swore never to repeat.But watching Sophia these past days, seeing her strength even in vulnerability, has started to unravel certainties I once thought immutable. Conri huffs in agreement in the back of my mind, equally captivated by the woman walking beside me.“Where exactly are we going?” she asks, her voice stronger than it’s been in days. The circles beneath her eyes have faded, her skin regaining its glow now that the fever of heat has passed.“Patience, little wolf,” I reply, guiding her around a fallen log. “We‘re almost there.”‘She smells different now,’ Conri observes. ‘Changed. Our scents mixed permanently.’

The wind rushes through Nyx’s midnight-black fur as we race along the ridge marking the eastern border of Midnight Eclipse territory.There‘s a freedom in running as a wolf that I’ve never found in human form, a perfect unity of purpose, power, and instinct that makes everything clearer. Vance’s wolf, a sleek dark grey form with silver markings, lopes effortlessly ahead of me, occasionally glancing back as if to ensure I’m keeping pace. I respond by pushing harder, drawing on Nyx’s natural speed and agility to close the gap between us. After a week of maps and meetings, the pure physical joy of running makes both Nyx and me feel alive in a way nothing else can.‘This is what we were made for,’ Nyx sighs contentedly as we leap over a fallen log, our paws barely making a sound on the forest floor. ‘Running. Territory. Pack.’I can’t disagree. The past week spent learning about the Midnight Eclipse territory has shifted something inside me. What once felt like a prison now

Cold concrete against my cheek. That was the first thing I registered as consciousness filtered back, along with the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. My head throbbed, each pulse sending shards of pain behind my eyes. I tried to move, but my limbs felt weighted and disconnected from my brain’s commands. Wolfsbane. The memory crashed back: the border run, Vance collapsing, the burn of darts in my flank. ‘Nyx?’ I called internally, panic rising when her response came as only the faintest whimper. Her presence flickered like a candle in strong wind. ‘Still here,’ she managed, her voice fainter than I had ever heard it. ‘But barely. Can’t shift. Can’t help.’I forced my eyes open, blinking against the harsh fluorescent light that stabbed into my skull. The room swam slowly into focus: concrete walls, a metal door with a small, barred window, and a thin mattress beneath me.A cell.I was in a fucking cell.With effort that should not have been necessary, I pushed myself upright. My arm

My claws dig into the wood of my desk, leaving deep gouges in the polished surface. The sun is rising outside my window, mockingly bright after a night of darkness and failure. Twenty hours since Sophia disappeared. Twenty hours of searching every inch of our territory, following cold trails and false leads. Twenty hours of Conri howling in my mind, his rage and grief mirroring my own until I can barely tell where my thoughts end and his begin. My mate is gone, and for the first time in fifty years as Alpha, I feel utterly powerless.“Fuck!” I slam my fist down, splintering the corner of my desk. The pain barely registers through the haze of fury and fear clouding my mind.‘Need mate. Find mate,’ Conri growls, pacing restlessly in my head. His presence feels like sandpaper against my consciousness, raw and abrasive with mounting panic.I glance at the maps spread across what remains of my desk. They are marked with the movements of every search party we sent out through