บททั้งหมดของ Alpha's Shadow, Luna's Fire: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Estelle's POVCassius Blackwood had cheated on me.The realization didn't stir a single ripple inside me. It settled over my heart like the thin layer of ice that forms on a lake overnight—silent, cold, and thick enough to seal away every emotion beneath it.I walked down the Packhouse corridor carrying a silver tray. Resting on it was a crystal goblet etched with a wolf crest, filled with dark red deer blood wine.The air was saturated with a familiar scent—Cassius's.Sharp. Dominant. Unmistakably Alpha.Once, that scent had made me feel safe.Now it only made me sick.My wolf growled low in the back of my mind.I didn't try to calm her. Her anger came from the same place as mine.When I pushed open the study door, Cassius was seated behind his desk, reviewing documents.The Northern Frontier Conference had clearly just concluded.He had returned to the Thunderclaw Pack only this morning. The sleeves of his black shirt were rolled to his forearms, and despite the faint weariness shado

Estelle's POVNight had settled over Blackstone Bar.It was one of the clan's preferred gathering spots—a place where pack members could meet away from prying eyes. Low, sensual music pulsed through the room, while the scent of alcohol mingled with a haze of pheromones beneath the dim lighting. Unlike the Council Chamber, there was nothing formal about this place. It was far easier to let your guard down here.I no longer felt like drinking.Picking up my coat, I rose from my seat and headed for the elevators at the far end of the bar.I pressed the button. The metal doors slid shut, sealing off the noise, laughter, and whispered conversations behind me.When the elevator doors opened again, a powerful unfamiliar scent reached me before its owner did.Clean. Deep. Commanding.The man who stepped inside was tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in a dark trench coat. His movements were controlled, his expression unreadable. He didn't carry the scent of my pack, yet his presence was so over

Estelle's POVI crossed to the sofa and deliberately chose the seat farthest from them.I released no scent at all, yet the temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees.Among wolves, silence can cut deeper than pheromones.Melody practically glued herself to Cassius's side, wrapping both arms around his, her scent cloyingly sweet. "Cassius, shall we finish our chess game?"He frowned faintly and eased his arm from her grasp. His gaze, however, settled on me.That look—I knew it too well.Once, it had belonged to me. Now, it lingered out of nothing more than habit."Miss Miller, do you play chess?" Melody asked with a pleasant smile, though challenge edged her tone.I glanced at the board.Rosewood. Lacquered pieces.But the arrangement was childish—more like a training exercise for young wolves than a real match.Memories surfaced at the worst possible moment.Countless nights when Cassius had stayed up with me until dawn, playing game after game.He would deliberately let m

Estelle's POVI turned toward the window, sarcasm threading through my voice."My new brother's."The air froze.The next second, Cassius lunged forward, like pure predator.He ripped the jacket off me. The window dropped, and the fabric disappeared into the rain-soaked night."Cassius!" I shoved the door open, trying to get out—But before I could move—His hand clamped around my wrist.It was too strong to resist.He yanked me back.The next instant, Cassius leaned down, trapping me against the seat, no explanation, no hesitation.His Alpha aura exploded.He kissed me, not gently, not softly.It was marking, possession, and a savage, territorial claim.I bit my lip hard, refusing to respond.My wolf resisted, fought.Cassius's hand cupped my jaw, forcing my lips apart.Breaths tangled.Pheromones collided.The air ignited.Even after he pulled back, my breathing remained uneven.His forehead rested against mine.His voice was hoarse, low, and dangerous. "Don't provoke me like this. Y

Estelle's POVThe wolf whined low deep within my mind.Each breath felt like sharp teeth scraping across my chest, raw and relentless. The shattered bond twitched within my nerves—like torn flesh, unhealed, being touched again and again.I couldn't return to the project office like this, nor let anyone smell the scent of my loss of control. Scandals between Alphas were humiliating enough—I wouldn't let myself look like a discarded she-wolf.I turned and walked away from the building.On the other end of the line, Amelia sensed something was wrong the moment I spoke."Estelle?" Her voice dropped. "Your breathing… it's off."She knows me too well. We grew up together in the pack; she knows I wouldn't shed a tear even if my bones were broken."I'm fine," I said, my wolf growling weakly in my mind.Amelia didn't believe me. "Where are you?"I gave her the address.She didn't ask more. "Wait for me."Her tone made me almost see her shift into combat mode—shoulders squared, breath held, pred