The Alpha’s 90-Day Luna: Ruin of the Alpha (Book 2) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

"Then how does your nose explain the sand before our boots?"The scouts position their memory-stones along the ledge, whispering fiercely. They are right; Connor does not play childish games. But that was before my she-wolf spoke her mind in the dark.When I told him I refused to let the strays call his beast weak...Sometimes, when the long winters between pack wars get too dull, bringing your mate out to watch a cull can increase the joy of the hunt. Especially when you can......break a foolish pup's jaw in front of his sire.Inside the stone changing cave, my breath catches as Connor slides the heavy leather tunic off his shoulders. My face turns burning hot as I look at his bare skin. "Connor... my wolf does not want the outland eyes staring at your frame.""Let their eyes burn, little wolf," he rumbles, his chest expanding as he draws the cold air in. "They can only stare from the ledge. After tonight, their muzzles can merely drool for what belongs to your nest."The boxing pit

"Then my own claws will step onto the line and take the loss on your behalf," he rumbles.My wolf lets out a soft laugh, my heart swelling. "Trust my scent, just this once."Connor has never doubted my stride. He knows my she-wolf belongs to the front of the pack, never hiding behind a male's back. Plus, his mind remembers the words I spoke when we first shared furs—that our noses only knew each other's winter habits, but had no idea about our private pastimes.His brain can accurately name my boot size, my rib measurements, my favorite forest meat, and my favorite color, but when it comes to the hidden trails of my old life, his beast looks forward to tracking them out."My spirit can only trust your eyes, Ava," Connor curves his lips into a rare, charming smile that makes my veins run hot. "Because my own skill with Texas Hold'em is quite poor.""Liar," I whisper.His teeth flash as he leads my dress into the inner entertainment hall.Eustace is already slapping his paws against the

"Ava keeps at least three separate males in her nest; wait for the blood-proof to hit the trees.""If your claws carry the strength, show the valleys the proof."The rogue cannot hold his spit, so his fingers actually slap an image onto the wires. It is a shot of my frame pressing my muzzle against Connor’s lips outside the iron gates of the manor. In the image, my face is slightly blurred by the torch-mist, but my jawline can be tracked. As for Connor, because his massive back is turned to the lens and his frame is blocked by the steel carriage, it is impossible for an outland nose to identify his name.Most importantly, the image clearly shows Ava Hart kissing an unknown male in the dark."Just keep your scent sharp, there is more blood to be dragged into the light.""Expose the trail, quick, show the pack the rest...""Great Mother, is that truly Ava's white wrap? Can a skilled scout track the location marks?""Quick, lock the image into your memory-stones, do not let the Vale PR w

"My spirit thought your eyes could not see the boundary clearly, so my hand is helping your face take a closer look!""My throat will call the elders of the high council, what your pack is doing breaks the peace!" the director screams at the top of his lungs.Seeing the dog bark, Jordan gives his guards a sharp nod. A heavy fist buries straight into the director’s fat stomach, making him gasp for air. "Have your eyes seen the line clearly yet?" Jordan asks."I...""It seems your head still needs more light!"Because his mind is used to holding total rule over every media meeting, Jordan’s gaze normally only turns sharp during the valley press conferences. But at this moment, his eyes are as piercing as a mountain eagle hunting prey.The director is beaten until his frame lies flat on the floorboards, before Jordan throws the leather treaty straight into his bloody face. "Would your brain believe my words if my tongue told you the Vale pack is capable of making IY’s market shares plumm

"Your tongue said your claws would only need one sun to finish them," Jordyn says, her frame dressed in a loosely-fit white wool sweater. Her hands hide behind her back as her voice trembles with emotion. "You actually did it!""Did your boots run across the floor just to tell my ears this? It was all the High Alpha's master design," Jordan yawns, a tired smile breaking his usually handsome face."Lord Connor and Ava have already flown to France," Jordyn counters, stepping closer into his space. "I saw the news drops from last night. Even if the High Alpha initially played the heavy card, without your specific paws here to control the wind and guide the wolves, it would have never become such a massive slaughter, right?""Basically, yes," Jordan muttered, too exhausted to lift his muzzle for a long speech. He simply crawls back into his heavy furs dressed only in his boxers. "If your hands have the time, make some meat-breakfast for my little cub. My eyes didn't taste a wink of sleep