All Chapters of Alpha's Shadow, Luna's Fire: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Estelle's POVDante froze. "...Snacks?"Theron looked up, his expression unreadable."You two seem very absorbed in your conversation," he said after a beat, his tone so light it was almost devoid of emotion. "Snacks might be more appropriate."The air stilled for a second.My wolf let out a soft, amused chuckle in my mind. "He's warning Dante. Very elegantly, too."I paused, clearly not following. "What?""It's obvious. He thinks you and Dante are getting too close." My wolf's voice carried a trace of excitement."Don't be ridiculous."At 2:00 p.m., the plane touched down. The moment the cabin door opened, a wave of heat rushed in—like stepping into the scent of another continent. The air was thick, humid, and carried traces of unfamiliar plants.The smell alone knocked me out of rhythm.Only one thought remained in my mind—My box of winter clothes.Great. Straight from the Arctic to the equator.The car was already waiting downstairs.As usual, Theron and I sat in the back. The ride

Estelle's POVI nodded, understanding immediately.In the world of wolves, "complicated" usually means only one thing—it means two people have already crossed lines, tangled teeth, and whatever lies between them is far from over.I glanced through the glass. Theron stood there, his breathing steady, as if nothing in the world could touch him.But my wolf stirred, faintly—like it sensed something I couldn't yet name.As the yacht pulled away from shore, I felt it—not with my eyes, but with instinct.The low vibration of the engines thrummed up through the deck, traveling from the soles of my feet into my bones. The sea breeze carried salt and metal, sharp and cold, like some massive creature slowly baring its teeth in the dark.Dante and I stepped back onto the deck. Inside the cabin, the lights blazed. Voices overlapped, clashed, competed. Scents layered over one another—alcohol, cigars, expensive cologne, and… beneath it all, the subtle tension of Alphas testing each other.I didn't n

Estelle's POVI clamped a hand over my mouth, forcing back the sound rising in my throat, and turned to run.The carpet muffled my footsteps—but that only worked for walking. The moment I broke into a run, no thickness of carpet could hide me.My heart hammered in my chest like prey being chased down by hounds.I didn't look back—couldn't. I could clearly feel it: the presence of a top-tier Alpha behind me. It had paused, just for a split second.Don't get caught. That was my only thought.By the time I made it back to the card room, my breathing had evened out—at least on the surface.My wolf was still whimpering inside me, uneasy, but I forced it down.I had to stay calm. If I'd been discovered just now… I didn't dare finish the thought.So I slipped back into my original seat. In a place like this, the safest spot was right in the middle of the crowd."Alpha, you're back." Dante let out a visible sigh of relief. His aura shifted from taut to relaxed—so clearly it was almost tangible

Estelle's POVThe air went still—completely still.It felt like I'd left my brain at the door."Oh… oh," I let out a nervous laugh. "That's good—no, I mean… I get it."That was it. Over. And somehow, the atmosphere only grew more awkward.I turned away to make the call."Alpha, what would you like to eat?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady."Whatever."I rolled my eyes inwardly.The most impossible word in the world: whatever.So I just ordered a random assortment of dishes.When I hung up and turned around, he had already put his tie back on. Which meant—of course—he'd seen straight through my thoughts."Miss Miller," he said flatly, "what you're doing now is exactly what Dante used to do."I froze. My brain lagged a full second behind. "Dante used to do this too?!"Silence fell again. This time, it was absolute.He looked at me for three seconds, then raised a hand. "Get out."I turned and walked away, not stopping until I reached the end of the hallway. Then—thud—I gently knoc

Estelle's POVThe party was over.The air still hung heavy with the mingling scents of alcohol, perfume, and the pheromones of various wolf clans—chaotic, cloying, and vaguely unpleasant.I stood off to the side of the hallway, waiting for him to emerge.A few seconds later, Theron pushed open the door.His stride was steady, his gaze sharp and unfaltering.That icy, almost perfectly restrained Alpha presence still dominated the space, unwavering, not a single trace of it escaping.He handed his room key to the front desk with a low, terse command: "Check out."But then, his fingers hovered mid-air for a moment.It was brief, but for wolves like us, attuned to every detail, every scent, it was unmistakable.Dante's voice whispered beside me, "Oh no."I didn't say anything, but I could smell it.The faint scent of alcohol that Theron was trying to suppress—it barely escaped him, but the more he tried to hold it in, the more it revealed just how drunk he really was.An Alpha who could su