All Chapters of The Alpha’s 90-Day Luna: Ruin of the Alpha (Book 2): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The one thing I couldn't stand was when Lisa viewed herself as a lesser wolf. It’s always the ones who seem the most upbeat who are actually the most fragile under their fur. They howl with laughter all day, but once the moon is high and they're alone in the den, they crawl into a corner to lick their own wounds."Time to move," Lisa muttered, pulling me from my thoughts.I caught her eye for a split second before stepping into the pack van.Luke was about as observant as a stone. In his mind, he was only being decent to Lisa because she was part of the circle. He didn't see the shifts in her scent."The whole territory thinks you’re Luke’s mate-to-be," I whispered as the door slid shut. "You have the high ground. Don't let it slip away."Lisa glared at me, pressing her hands over her ears. I could tell my words were like a silver thorn pricking at her heart. She was trying to keep her composure, but her pulse was a frantic drum.That evening, an unseasonal frost settled over the New

The High Alpha was supposed to be on a flight to the Italian territories by now. But as Connor strode toward the exit of the Vale Media den, Jordan Reed intercepted him, his breathing heavy as he held out a device. "Alpha, the collaboration with Iconic Fashion has hit a snag. The lead elder is on the line now."This wasn't a minor border skirmish; this was a project worth hundreds of millions of coins. Connor checked his watch, his jaw tight as he took the phone. The issue was too tangled for a quick howl over the distance; it required a face-to-face council.He weighed the scales for a heartbeat before turning back into the depths of the office. "Tell Fletcher to shift his scent to Milan immediately," Connor commanded over his shoulder. "He needs to be Ava’s shadow until she secures the Excalibur Q contract.""But Alpha," Jordan followed, his voice hushed with worry, "Excalibur Q is one of the ten legendary marks. Fletcher is a scout, but he isn't a manager. This is Ava’s first hunt

I didn't blink as Wynter’s manager bared her fangs. I just kept my gaze level, refusing to let her venom seep into my skin.The lift chimed, and Stenson’s assistant stepped into the hall. His eyes swept over us, landing immediately on Wynter with a bright, misguided smile. "Miss Hart, welcome back. The Elder Stenson is waiting by the hearth for you."The air in the hallway turned brittle. Wynter and her manager flushed a deep, embarrassed crimson, their triumph curdling in an instant.I realized then what Stenson meant about a scent-trail gone wrong. The assistant had completely botched our identities, and Stenson hadn't thought to double-check his subordinate's work."Miss Hart?" the assistant repeated, sensing the shift."I am not Ava Hart!" Wynter snapped. Even with her pride on the line, she wasn't about to sign a blood-scroll under another wolf’s name."But... that can't be right. Stenson wanted the one from the Vale Group..." The assistant fumbled with a leather portfolio, flipp

"It’s Ava," I whispered, my heart hammering against my ribs. I was terrified Jordyn would sever the link before I could even draw breath."I know," Jordyn’s voice cracked, sounding like dry leaves underfoot. She had clearly been howling her grief into the void, but a jagged edge of defiance remained. She wasn't ready to let the silver take her just yet."The betrayal...""Every lie they’ve scented is the gods' honest truth," Jordyn said, cutting through my hesitation. "The legendary alpha model, Jordyn, is tethered to a gambling cur. I’ve sacrificed three pups for him and worn his bruises like a second skin for a decade.""We found our bond when I was seventeen suns old," she continued, finally finding a sister-wolf to share the burden. "I never dreamt of leading a pack on the runway. We were poor, wandering rogues. When my parents’ den was threatened, he pushed me into the spotlight. He hunted the resources to make me what I am.""We were happy once, Ava. Our spark burned brighter th

Inside the sterile healing den, Jordyn’s assistant was scrolling through the digital scrolls, her eyes bright with a joy I hadn't seen in weeks. "Jordyn, Ava is a force of nature. And Fletcher’s tracking of the press? Flawless. The wind has shifted; the majority of the packs are howling in our favor. But you have to vow to me—no more playing the sacrificial lamb. I’ve been reading your secret diary, and I haven't stopped weeping for days."Jordyn looked up, the deathly pallor finally leaving her skin. The silver-poisoning of her spirit was fading, replaced by a cold, sharp hope. Kaleidoscope’s counter-strike had been more effective than any healing salve."I used to think Ava Hart was just a pretty face," the assistant admitted, scratching her head awkwardly. "I didn't think she had the rank to be a sister-wolf to an Alpha like you.""Do you think High Alpha Vale would choose a mate who was nothing more than a trophy?" Jordyn’s voice was steady now. "Look at me. She has the power to b