Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha’s 90-Day Luna: Ruin of the Alpha (Book 2): Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

"You can flash your fangs at me all night, Sloane, but you waste your breath," I muttered, refusing to let her see the tightness in my jaw.Aside from my own Alpha, I had never encountered a wolf with a more immovable center than mine. If she thought a few petty snaps from a jealous beta would make me lose my composure in front of the gathered packs, she was hunting the wrong trail.Sloane let out a low, mocking hiss, realizing her teeth hadn't drawn any blood."Look at that, Sloane," one of her pack-mates whispered, gesturing toward the stage. "You just won the title of the Pack's Most Flawless Pelt."Sloane had collected three or four minor tokens throughout the night, but none of them carried any real weight. The true glory, the heaviest silver medallions of the Pacific Crown Gala, belonged entirely to Jordyn and the high-ranking bloodlines. The top honor of the night went to the Vale Media Group’s true legend—a she-wolf who had established her own territory and fashion house befor

The text-gatherers surged forward, their physical mass forming a wall that separated Connor and me from the rest of the pack-circle.Though they shoved their recording-stones directly toward his face, the frantic howling of the crowd distilled into a single, desperate plea, "High Alpha Vale, will you grant the territory a statement?"A statement? What truth did these low-ranking wolves think they could pull from his jaws?Connor stood deep in the press-pack, mere paces from where I leaned against the pillar. The moment his dark eyes caught the subtle tilt of my frame as I tried to mask the fire in my hip, his scent turned utterly lethal. A single, bone-chilling command tore from his throat, "Move!"The reporter standing closest to Connor recoiled so fast he tripped over his own boots, his chest heaving with raw terror.He didn't dare draw another step closer. He was too paralyzed to even take a full breath in the presence of an apex predator.Instinct overrode their greed, and the rem

Connor pulled his fingers back from the communication scroll, the blue glow of the device dying instantly as he extinguished the tracking-magic.His jaw remained locked in a hard, dangerous line. Sloane Pierce's quiet declaration of exile had done nothing to soothe his wolf; she had simply run into the brush like a beaten dog to preserve her skin, without making a formal submission of blood-guilt to my name."Let the trail grow cold, Connor," I murmured, sliding my fingers up his forearm to pull his attention away from his tracking-hounds. "For a ranked hunter who lived for the pride of the pack-lines, stripping her of her status is a slower death than an executioner's blade anyway. What do we gain by forcing a broken beta to kneel?""Do not waste your life-force on dead carcasses. My alpha... your wolf needs the rest-sleep."Connor turned his head toward the bedding, his dark eyes locking onto the spot I was patting right beside my hips. No matter how much his inner beast demanded a

Ava Hart POV"The Grand Council scroll chooses the absolute apex hunters for the Moon Assembly," Connor says, adjusting my leather wrist guards. His fingers are large but his touch is gentle. "You hold more blood-scars than any rogue in the lowlands, Ava. The elders want to hear your howl because you survived the fall from the sacred cliffs.""My bones feel mended enough," I tell him, rolling my shoulders. I can still taste the iron in my blood from the silver trap Sloane Pierce laid for me. "Sitting on a carved stone bench for a few marks won't make my hip-joint splinter again. I want to show the packs I am not a broken omegas."Two suns later, I force my legs to carry me out of the sleeping furs. The pack-house mirror is glowing with a scrying-shun, revealing the northern border news."The she-wolf Riley Knox was captured near a traveler's tavern," the wind-shaman on the screen chants. "Only three suns after declaring her exile from the pack lines, she was found seeking shelter in t

"Manni, what is High Alpha Connor thinking?" my pack-manager asks, looking through the carriage window. "Where did this Ava Hart come from? How did she get the High Alpha to track her trails and guide her paws? Even when your wolf broke the eastern records, Connor never looked at your coat.""How would I know?" I snap."You helped our Vale Media Group crush Nova Star Agency for so many winters," Charlene says, leaning closer. "Don't tell me the High Alpha has not smelled your value?""It makes my chest hot with anger," I say, pulling my fur hood over my ears. "Stop barking about it."I cross my arms and shut my eyes tight."You could have joined another pack-line years ago," Charlene keeps talking. "What else can the Vale family give your beast? Your wolf already sits at the top of the high cliffs.""If you do not shut your muzzle, get out of the carriage," I growl without opening my eyes.My spirit feels totally stale. Why did I stay with the Vale Media Group? Apart from Connor, what