《Luna Redemption》全部章節：第 101 章 - 第 110 章

VALERIESecuring the seat beside Sean at the upcoming summit remained Valerie’s only objective. That was why she was here.Stacking a pile of regional trade agreements on the mahogany desk, she smoothed the front of her expensive red skirt. Sean sat across from her. He wore a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up to his thick elbows, completely absorbed in a leather-bound ledger."The northern border patrols demand double overtime pay," Valerie noted, tapping a manicured nail against a spreadsheet. "Chandler’s recent erratic movements have them spooked. They expect a rogue attack.""Let them expect it." Sean didn't look up from his ledger. "Authorize the overtime. We pull the funds from the human corporate accounts.""A smart move." Sliding into the leather chair opposite him, Valerie crossed her legs. "Speaking of Chandler, his regional standing is currently in freefall. The Blood Moon Summit on Friday is going to be a complete bloodbath for his pack. The elders are already placing b

VALERIEHeavy boots pounded against the polished marble hallway.Valerie stormed blindly through the packhouse corridors. Pure, blinding rage turned her vision red. The image of them standing together in front of the mirror burned into her retinas. Tracy looked perfect. She looked exactly like a traditional, powerful Luna.Hitting the heavy front doors, Valerie shoved them open.Stepping out into the oppressive afternoon heat, she marched toward her parked car. Her hands shook violently. She pulled her smartphone from her designer purse, ignoring the three missed calls from her father.Unlocking the screen, she dialed a restricted number.The line rang twice before a deep, gruff voice answered."Yeah?" the voice grunted."The summit is on Friday," Valerie hissed, pacing behind her luxury sedan. "She is attending as his second. They will be heavily guarded the entire night. But she has a dance rehearsal tonight at eight o'clock in the east ballroom.""You want me to hit her inside the

VALERIESweltering heat radiated through the open windows of the packhouse parlor.Securing the perfect dress for the summit remained Valerie's public goal, but privately, she plotted pure murder. The massive room hummed with the excited, high-pitched chatter of a dozen unmarried females. Silk dresses, expensive perfumes, and sheer desperation filled the air."Pull the strings tighter!" Valerie snapped at the young maid adjusting her corset.The maid winced, hauling on the laces of the blood-red gown. "It is as tight as it goes, Lady Valerie. You look stunning.""Stunning doesn't matter if he isn't looking." Valerie pushed the maid away, stepping toward the towering floor-to-ceiling mirror.The red silk hugged her curves flawlessly. It screamed power, wealth, and traditional pack breeding. But it didn't matter. Sean wouldn't even glance in her direction on Friday. He would be entirely focused on the frail, sick human currently hiding in his private quarters."Did you hear the rumors?"

TRACYA whoosh of water bubbled over the top tier of the stone courtyard fountain, the gentle splashing completely failing to cut through the stifling July heat. Getting my racing pulse under control before going back inside was my only goal tonight. Humid, sticky air wrapped around my bare arms, smelling heavily of wet dirt and crushed pine needles from the afternoon downpour. Staring down into the dark pool of the fountain, dread squeezed my lungs into tight, painful knots. Friday’s summit loomed just two days away.Gravel crunched sharply in the dark.Turning around, my muscles tensed instinctively. Sean stood at the edge of the golden light cast by the garden lanterns. He had shed his formal clothes, wearing only loose gray sweatpants and a tight black t-shirt. The cotton stretched across his massive chest, rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm."Hiding from Madame Rosier?" Sean stepped onto the paved stone border of the fountain, his hands tucked casually into his pockets.

AUTHOR'S POV.Grainy black-and-white security footage looped endlessly across six massive monitors.Alpha Sean braced his heavy hands against the metal security console, his claws gouging deep, permanent grooves into the steel. Finding the exact leak in his impenetrable fortress remained his only goal tonight. Stifling July heat bled through the concrete walls of the basement server room, mixing with the sharp scent of ozone and burnt coffee. On the screen, a masked figure in black tactical gear slipped through the east wing corridor like a ghost."Play it again." Sean did not look away from the monitors.David leaned over the keyboard, tapping a single button. "Alpha, we have watched this feed thirty times. The timestamp does not change.""Play it again."The video reversed, then moved forward. The assailant bypassed a biometric lock without triggering a single alarm."He knew the patrol routes." Marcus stepped out from the shadows of the doorway, tossing a clear plastic evidence bag