Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha’s 90-Day Luna: Ruin of the Alpha (Book 2): Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Ava Hart POV"Where did my tracks go so wrong?" Manni asks her own she-wolf under the thick smoke of the bone lanterns.She has run across the biggest hunting fields in the northern territory and bit her way through a hundred pack fights. Why does her skin feel so cold and small now that Ava is standing in the light?Manni stares at my coat from my snout down to my paws, her amber eyes turning sick when she sees the long, clean length of my legs. Any runner who hunts the winter ridges knows that a female with straight, long legs carries a perfect, muscular back frame too.The two traits Manni values most on her own hide, my she-wolf possesses naturally. But the long stride my blood was born with is something her heavy frame can never match if she runs for a thousand moons.Under the blazing firelight, every warrior’s eyes stay locked on my silver-threaded pelt. Manni’s legs give out completely, and her knees hit the dirt floor with a heavy thud, but not a single scout moves a claw to

Lisa POV"You kept your word, Luke," I whisper, wiping my sweaty hands on my dress as the transport wagon rolls down the mountain path away from the Pack House. "My spirit is glad we did not face your parents tonight. It would have been too much for my she-wolf.""I told you I would not make the trail hard for your paws," Luke answers, pulling the wagon to a halt right outside the valley den. "But my mind still wants you to step inside my lodge for the night. Do you still feel the fear in your chest?""My heart is jumping too fast," I murmur, staring at the raw deer steak he carefully tore into small pieces for my bowl. To hide the shaking in my fingers, I pick up my stone-link and scroll through the territory news waves. "Look at this! Every alpha in the north is howling over Ava Hart’s stardust run at the feast!""Let me guess, you are cheering for the new she-wolf again?" Luke asks, his tail twitching with amusement."Always!" I bark softly, tearing into the meat. "But look at this

Fletcher POV"Whether your she-wolf will survive the winter is not your choice to make, Manni," I bark, my tail stiff as I turn away from her hospital nest. "You need to look at your own broken claws first. I already led the nose-trackers away from the cave mouth. If you want to slip into the brush unseen, your paws better take the path right now."Manni looks at my muzzle and lets out a wild, screaming laugh that makes her chest shake under the bandages. "I know your inner beast also drools for my thick chest and heavy coat, Fletcher. Do you want to share these furs and take your pleasure with me before I am cast out?"I let out a harsh snort, my fangs bared in disgust. "Your spirit is dreaming of things you will never catch.""My own mind knows what a joke I am," Manni mutters bitterly. She drags her sore frame off the furs, her paws trembling on the cold stone. "Fletcher, I do not want the CICI design line. I have only one roar left to ask of you. Can your wagon carry my body back

Ava Hart POV"That young pup Eustace Quincey thinks his throat is louder than Alpha Connor just because he barks at every nose-tracker on the trail," Lisa growls, pacing across the floor furs of my room. "Look at the wind-waves tonight! He just led those twin she-wolf runners off the river-barge and straight into the pack of territory recorders. He is only wearing a thin loin-fur and bone-shades in this bitter winter frost, keeping one female under each flank. His muzzle carries that same lazy, rich look he always flaunts.""What are the outlanders asking him?" I ask, keeping my eyes fixed on the thick logs of the study cave."They are howling directly in his face, Ava," Lisa snaps, her tail lashing with frustration. "They barked, 'Heir Eustace, your paws just touched the New York borders and your scent is already choking the high news-ledges alongside Alpha Connor Vale. What does your beast think of the comparison? In what way do your fangs differ from the Lord of the Vale Hills Esta

"Then if your inner beast was in my tracks... would your claws want a she-wolf like me?" I turn my head, asking the question with wild emotion. The moment the bark leaves my throat, my mind regrets being so impulsive.Sometimes, when a female faces the mate-bond, all common sense flies out of her head. No matter how many times the rogue monsters tear her skin, her wolf fails to learn from the scars.Fletcher turns his head, his face completely serious, with no trace of his usual playfulness as his amber eyes look deep into mine. "No true alpha will want a she-wolf who continually doubts her own scent."The Lead Scout always gives a strong, unyielding answer, and this sun is no different.He uses a roundabout path to point out that my current spirit is too small and broken. At the same time, his tongue avoids answering my difficult question by playing Tai Chi around it. It is not a matter of whether his own beast desires a female like me. Instead, in my current wounded state, no male w