บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Broken Luna: Wolfless Servant to The King's Mate: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Zlata I rushed toward the cry and stopped dead.It wasn't the voice that froze me — it was the sound underneath it. That particular, bottomless way of weeping, the kind that comes from a person who has given everything to someone and been handed nothing back. I knew it the way you know your own reflection. I had made that exact sound, alone, for years.The one wailing was Tanya.This proud pantheress, forever scowling and snapping at the world, now sobbed like a child."Tanya?" I called softly.She lifted red-rimmed eyes to me, brows knitting. "Come to gloat?""No. I take no pleasure in anyone's pain. What happened?"Her face twisted. "As if you don't know. The whole palace has heard about Maverick and Valeria."I was genuinely confused. It wasn't the first time Maverick had been with another woman. What had broken her so completely?I tried to sound gentle. "Tanya, Maverick was drugged. Don't

Julian Zlata's quarters were empty. It was early morning, but her bed was already cold and her scent in the room had faded. It was the weekend — no combat training, no academy classes, not even a shift at the clinic. And as far as I could recall, Dr. Doris was off today too. Was she sulking somewhere, upset that I'd abandoned her last night? More than anything, I'd wanted to complete our mating — but the elders had kept me up the entire night picking apart the drugging. Valeria's father refused to accept his daughter's punishment, so we'd gone in circles, again and again, before everyone finally agreed the sentence was fair. I tried to call Zlata. Strangely, her phone was off. She was definitely furious with me. Then a thought struck me — Zlata loved the garden. She'd probably gone out for a morning stroll. Rushing toward it, I bumped into Tanya. "Have you seen Maverick, Your Majesty?" she asked, bowing politely. "He went out for a run and never came back to his quarters." "He

ZlataMy eyes flew open. White walls, the sharp sting of antiseptic, and the steady beeping of machines."You're awake, my angel!"I turned my head and found Julian in the chair beside my bed. He looked wrecked — dark bags under his eyes, his face puffy — yet those eyes shone with so much joy."What happened?" I rasped. My throat was dry as the Sahara.Julian passed me a glass of water, lifting me gently so I could drink."You were freezing, but we reached you in time. A couple of days here and you'll be running again." He said it softly.I searched his face. There was one question I needed to ask, and I was terrified of the answer. The last thing I remembered was Maverick's hands on me — and the thought that he might have had his way with me made my skin crawl. I knew he'd only meant to keep me from freezing. But even so, I couldn't lie here beside Julian and pretend nothing had happened between his brother and me. It was too much to hold.Julian raised a brow, sensing my unease.My

Maverick I stood by the window and watched Tanya climb into the SUV to leave. Three years together, and I felt nothing watching her go. My quarters were only emptier without her things, quieter without her endless nagging. I couldn't blame her. I was an asshole, exactly as she'd said — I just couldn't force myself to love her. "I hope you meet someone one day who turns your whole world upside down," Tanya spat before slamming the door behind her. "And I hope she's as cold to you as you were to me." I smirked. Too late, my dear ex. I already have. I was in love with the one person I could never have — the one who wouldn't spare me a single glance. My sister-in-law. And somehow, without her, all the colour had drained out of everything. Chasing the crown didn't tempt me the way it used to. Bedding a different woman every night had lost its thrill. When I told Zlata I was ready to give up my wolf's power alongside Julian's to wake her wolf, I'd meant every word. And Nergal was with

ZlataJulian's face lit up for a second — then he shook his head. "There's nothing I want more. But the healer was clear: no strenuous activity."I gave him a pleading look and whispered, "Then don't mark me. Just be gentle.""You'll be the death of me, angel," Julian groaned, scooping me into his arms and carrying me swiftly to my bedroom.He laid me down on the mattress as if I were made of glass, brushing the hair from my face, his eyes on mine."Angel, are you sure? Once we start, it'll be hard for me to stop."In such a short time, he'd become my everything, and I wanted nothing more than to become fully his."Julian, I want you."My words snapped the last thread of his restraint, and he kissed me — soft, loving, no demand, no pressure, only tenderness. The kiss deepened.His hands roamed my body, gentle, tracing every curve, claiming me with nothing but his touch."Angel, are you all righ