All Chapters of Luna Redemption: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

TRACYGuiding me gently out of the apartment, we walked down to the private garage where his luxury SUV waited. The evening drive back to the Northern territory passed in a tense, exhausted blur. I simply stared out the tinted passenger window, my mind completely fried by the near-death experience and the brutal reality that Chandler was still actively trying to kill me.Arriving at his heavily guarded Packhouse, Sean walked me straight to a highly secure guest room on the top floor. He handed me a glass of cold water and sat beside me on the edge of the bed. For the next hour, he consoled me quietly, talking in a low, soothing voice until my frantic breathing finally slowed down to a normal pace.Leaving me to rest safely behind locked doors, Sean marched directly into his private study. AUTHOR’S POVHe slammed the wooden door shut and walked over to his heavy desk. Picking up his phone, he dialed Chandler's direct line.Sitting miles away in the Gaunt pack office, Chandler picked

TRACYEarly afternoon sunlight filtered through the large, modern windows of my guest bedroom inside Sean’s Packhouse. Sitting quietly on the edge of the plush mattress, I stared blankly at the far wall. My mind still felt completely exhausted from the terrifying shootout on the city street yesterday. But suddenly, my smartphone buzzed loudly on the wooden nightstand, breaking the heavy silence. Reaching over quickly, I saw Sam Zach’s name flashing brightly on the digital screen.Pressing the green accept button, I lifted the phone to my ear. "Hello, Sam.""Tracy, where exactly are you?" Sam asked immediately. His voice sounded tight, professional, and laced with deep concern. "You did not report to the office this morning. The entire development team is sitting in the boardroom waiting for your code review."Tears suddenly welled up in my eyes, burning my vision. The heavy, lingering shock of yesterday's violence finally broke through my professional wall. "I am so sorry, Sam. I can

TRACY"She's mine."Hearing Sean say that out loud hit me like a freight train. Instantly, a deep, heavy shiver ran straight down my spine. A sudden surge of intense heat flooded my chest, radiating outward to my fingertips. My wolf reacted violently to the Alpha’s dominance, pushing against my ribs in pure excitement. It felt exactly as if my entire body was actively agreeing with his aggressive claim, completely overriding my mind. My skin tingled, and my breath hitched in my throat.A thick, highly uncomfortable silence settled over the long glass table. Nobody moved a single inch. Sitting directly across from me, Victoria froze completely. Her silver fork hovered halfway to her mouth, and her face turned incredibly pale under the bright chandelier. Beside me, Sam stared back at Sean with hard, unblinking eyes. His jaw locked tight, and his fists clenched tightly on top of the table.Sensing the highly dangerous, physical tension building rapidly between the two powerful men, I kne

AUTHOR'S POVEarly the next morning, the harsh white fluorescent lights of the traditional Pack Council Hall buzzed quietly overhead. Walking into the room side by side, Chandler and Yvonne kept their faces perfectly tight and unreadable. Following a chaotic night of screaming arguments, the pack Beta, Quinton, had formally reported their domestic instability to the elders. Because of the missing pack money and the constant screaming matches echoing through the hallways, the senior council members had immediately called an emergency meeting.Four older men sat evenly around a large oval wooden table. They wore dark suits and stared at the approaching couple with deep disapproval. Heavy manila folders lay open on the polished wood in front of them, filled with printed bank statements and security logs.Taking his seat at the head of the table, Chandler did not offer a polite greeting. He simply crossed his arms over his broad chest and waited. Yvonne sat directly to his right, crossing

TRACYThe folded paper shook slightly in my hand. My eyes ran quickly across the dark ink of Chandler’s handwriting, scanning the heavy paragraphs. Instead of a genuine apology, the text was absolutely full of smooth lies and vague threats. He included a desperate, pathetic plea for me to look at his pack’s accounting books. Chandler completely blamed the financial errors on technical glitches and bad software, deliberately ignoring his own terrible leadership choices.Pure, hot anger cut straight through my lingering anxiety. Crumpling the heavy paper into a tight ball, I walked across the kitchen and chucked it directly into the trash can under the sink. I felt completely pissed off that I had even wasted two minutes of my evening opening his garbage. Checking the deadbolts on my front door one last time, I turned off the lights and went straight to bed, determined to focus entirely on my big first day of work.The next morning, Sean’s private security team drove me downtown in a he