Semua Bab The Alpha's Broken Luna: Wolfless Servant to The King's Mate: Bab 11 - Bab 20

I hid behind a tree, watching Jordan’s back as he disappeared behind the doors of the packhouse. Apex Obsidian and the Glowing Moon were rivals with no diplomatic ties. Alpha Colin and Travis could not stand each other, so what could Jordan possibly be doing here? I had truly believed I had finally found a home—that I was safe—but Jordan’s appearance shattered my world. Freedom felt like a fragile glass ornament that had just been crushed under a heavy boot. The idea of losing it was terrifying. I went back to the hospital, treating the patient after the patient. Work was the only thing that kept my fears at bay. Surely the hospital was the one place Jordan wouldn't appear, unless... unless he had brought someone for treatment after hearing rumours about the miracle healer of Apex Obsidian. My hands began to tremble. I stumbled back, hitting the wall as a cold sweat pricked my skin. Anxiety overwhelmed me; the white hospita

In less than an hour, a year of my life was packed into a single bag and stowed in the back of a black SUV. I was accompanied by three other cars filled with royal warriors, and the sheer scale of the escort made me feel like an impostor. My hands played nervously with the hem of my polka-dot dress. It was cotton and comfortable, but it felt cheap and painfully out of place against the butter-soft leather of the luxury vehicle. I shrank into the seat, afraid to even breathe too deeply. The faces of Luna Angelina and Fiorella flashed in my mind; both had been ecstatic, chattering cheerfully about how blessed I was to become a King’s bride. I felt anything but blessed. I felt terrified. Confused. But definitely not blessed. Even my desperate flight to Apex Obsidian had been easier than this; back then, adrenaline and the instinct for survival had guided me. Now, I was being ripped out of my comfort zone and hurled into a glittering uncertai

Zlata I was rooted to the spot, unable to even draw breath. A massive creature stood beside the bed. He looked like a silver wolf, but how could a wolf be larger than a horse? The Omegas, including Leah, were on the floor crying hysterically, and even Mr. Colt was barely able to stand. The air in the room felt heavy and suffocating under the weight of the beast’s power. Valeria was sobbing loudly, thrashing on the bed. “No! Please, no!” The terrifying wolf turned his head toward me. His eyes were a burning, predatory red. My knees buckled, but strangely, I felt a flicker of something familiar deep within him. I had an absurd, awkward feeling that, despite his size, he would never hurt me. But he was certainly about to kill Valeria. She was an arrogant bitch, and I didn't know exactly how she had provoked this creature, but she was still a living being. I sighed and made my decision. I dropped t

Julian My angry growl echoed off the walls like a thunderclap. Zlata startled, visibly shaken and confused. “Julian, what is wrong?” she asked, her lips trembling. “Maverick was just helping me clasp the necklace, nothing more.” I narrowed my eyes. Maverick’s proximity to my mate was driving me to the edge, but the necklace was worse. This fucking necklace. He had no right to place it on her. Tyr was furious, wanting to break free and punish Maverick for his audacity. “REMOVE THE NECKLACE!” I yelled so loud that the windows and mirrors rattled in their frames. I saw unshed tears in the corners of Zlata’s eyes. Maverick tried to shift, covering her with his body as if I were a threat to her. I would never attack my mate, but Tyr was ready to rip Maverick’s throat out. I saw red, struggling to hold the wolf back. Even Zlata’s presence didn't help; until that necklace was off her neck, Tyr would not calm down.

“Too revealing.”“Too plain.”“Too frilly.”“Too formal.”I scrolled through hundreds of outfits, unable to find the right one. I was going to breakfast with the royal family, and it was my only chance to make a good first impression. I was a nervous wreck. But I figured that no matter what, I wore—even the most suitable dress in the world—I could never hide the fact that I was wolfless.“Zlata, I think this dress would look perfect on you,” said Leah, who had just arrived and was watching my struggle.She pulled a sophisticated cornflower blue ensemble from the wardrobe. A sleek sheath dress adorned with intricate silvery floral lace and a structured, cropped bolero jacket with a distinctive rose-shaped lapel. The outfit exuded a polished, regal charm.Leah helped me dress and pulled my hair into a neat bun, adding diamond stud earrings and a thin platinum bracelet. A touch of mascara, a stroke of pink blush to give col