Semua Bab The Tribute Luna: A Year with the Enemy: Bab 11 - Bab 20

“Looks like you had fun spending the pack’s money,” Rebecca hissed, her sweet, innocent mask completely gone. “Just a few essentials,” I said casually. I could practically see her burning with jealousy as she eyed the bags from the city's most lavish boutiques. “And why are you waiting for me? Bored already?” “I came to warn you,” she spat, her voice trembling with rage. “I know exactly what you are—a shameless whore who forced herself on Erik. Once he rejected you, you crawled to Stellan, craving his power. But I swear, I will unmask you, and he’ll toss you out like garbage.” I didn't flinch. Instead, I reached out and gently patted her shoulder with a wide, mocking grin. “Oh, and here I thought you wanted to be friends. I was looking forward to braiding each other’s hair and having a movie night,” I teased. I dropped the smile, my gaze turning cold as steel. “But since that’s

Sharp at 6:00 p.m., I walked out of the Alpha’s villa. A light breeze swayed my loose hair and the hem of my black slip dress. Stellan was leaning against a Maybach. For a fleeting moment, I saw his gaze rake over me, his eyes darkening with an intensity that made my breath hitch. But in a heartbeat, his cold, composed mask was back in place. He helped me into the passenger seat before starting the engine. “I hope you don’t mind that I chose the place,” he said. “This restaurant is quite famous in the pack.” “Sounds great, Alpha,” I replied casually, staring out the window. “Stellan,” he murmured and began to drive. The silence was awkward, filled only by a soft melody playing on the radio. Since we were alone, I didn’t bother with small talk. There were no witnesses to perform, so I allowed myself to simply be. “How are you, Leona?” Stellan finally broke the silence. “Living the dream,” I joked, flashing a wide smile that didn't reach my eyes. I saw his hands tighten on the s

The next morning, I led the female warriors' training for the first time. I could feel a new, joyful energy during the session. The women clearly appreciated having a female trainer who understood the specific strengths and weaknesses of the female body—and how to turn them into a victory. Brian was undeniably impressed. I could tell he regretted following Rebecca’s lead and treating me poorly at first. On the way back to the Alpha’s villa, I passed Rebecca. She glared at me as if I had stolen her last piece of bread. I smirked darkly. Oh, dear, this is only the beginning. You have no idea what’s coming. After my shower, I selected the shortest dress I owned. It wasn’t my typical style—I usually preferred long silhouettes or tailored pants—but today, staring at my reflection, I liked what I saw. In a short leopard-print dress with a turtleneck, my hair in a messy bun, and eyeliner making my eyes pop, I looked exactly how I wanted to feel: not like helpl

Leona Colette and Emiliya were staring at me, frozen in confusion. Rebecca’s eyes flickered nervously between me and the woman sobbing on the floor, her mind clearly failing to process how her perfect plan had backfired so spectacularly. Stellan looked like he was seeing a ghost. A moment ago, he had been red with a murderous rage, ready to claw the woman he thought was me. It stung—a sharp, cold poke to my heart—that he hadn't doubted the scene for a second. He hadn't thought to speak to me or remove the mask before branding me a traitor and a whore. He thought so little of me that he believed I was capable of indulging in a carnal marathon in the room right next to his own suite. Real mate or fake, the insult was absolute. The room remained rooted in a heavy, suffocating silence, broken only by loud sobs. It was quickly becoming repeatively boring. Finally, Colette rushed forward and yanked the mask off the woma

StellanI had spent the entire day buried in paperwork, trying to clear my desk before my business trip. But Leona’s image refused to leave my mind.The way she had looked at me when I tried to apologize—the coldness in her green eyes—was gnawing at me. Behind her arrogant posture and smug smiles, I had seen it: hurt. She was genuinely insulted that I could think she would sink so low.I was also surprised by her mercy. Most high-ranking wolves would have demanded Alina be exiled or worse for such a stunt, but Leona had prevented the rumours from spreading and given her only a month of social work. She was kinder than she let on, and far more fragile than I had initially realized.By evening, the guilt was a physical weight. I went to her room to try and apologize again, but it was empty. Needing to clear my head, I stepped onto my balcony to breathe in the fresh night air.The sun was bleeding into the horizon, staining the sky in shades