บททั้งหมดของ The Cursed Alpha's Substitute Luna : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

INARA'S POV The weight of the pack’s doubts had settled over us like a storm cloud that refused to break. After the conversation in the garden, Grayson and I didn’t waste time. We spent the rest of that evening planning, the bond humming with shared purpose. No more letting small rebellions fester. We would face the pack together, as true mates.The next morning, the great hall filled once again—this time by our call. Warriors, omegas, elders, and families crowded the space. The air felt thick with uncertainty. I stood beside Grayson on the raised platform, my hand in his, drawing strength from the steady pulse of our bond. His thumb traced soothing circles on my skin, and through the connection I felt his calm confidence flowing into me, steadying the nervous flutter in my chest.“You ready?” he murmured, voice low enough for only me to hear.I nodded, squeezing his hand. “With you? Always.”Grayson addressed the pack first, his voice commanding and clear. “We know there are whis

INARA'S POV The healer’s hands moved quickly over Grayson’s side, stitching the deep gash while I held his hand tightly. The bond carried echoes of his pain, sharp but manageable now that the immediate danger had passed. I kept pressing a clean cloth to the wound between the healer’s work, my own shoulder throbbing from the rogue’s claws. But none of that mattered as much as the shift I felt rippling through the pack.Word of the battle had spread like wildfire. Warriors who had fought beside us returned with stories—not just of Grayson’s strength, but of how I had charged in, how the bond had let us move as one. By the time we made it back to the great hall, the atmosphere had completely changed. No more hesitant glances or whispered doubts. Elara rushed forward first, wrapping me in a careful hug despite the blood on my clothes.“You fought for us, Luna,” she whispered, eyes shining. “We all saw it.”More pack members gathered around, their voices rising in a chorus of respect. M

INARA'S POV The morning dragged in the worst way.I woke up alone — Grayson had already left for border checks with the warriors before sunrise. The sheets still smelled like him, pine and storm and sex, and I pressed my face into his pillow like some lovesick idiot. My body ached in all the good places from last night, my pussy still a little tender, but that just made me miss him more. The bond hummed with his distant focus, sharp and alert, but I could feel the pull underneath it. He missed me too.Get it together, Inara. You have actual work to do.I dragged myself up, washed quickly, and headed to the weaving house. Elara was waiting with a stack of new patterns, but two of the older omegas were arguing again about thread supplies. I stepped in, keeping my voice calm even though my mind kept drifting to Grayson’s hands on me last night.“Listen, we have enough for everyone if we split it fairly,” I said, pointing at the ledger. “No favorites. The winter festival is for the wh

INARA'S POV My heart was still racing from the way he’d fucked me senseless. I lay there naked and sticky, his cum slowly leaking out of me onto the sheets, trying to catch my breath. Grayson’s fingers were still tracing slow circles on my hip, his body warm and solid against mine. That soft kiss had my stomach doing stupid flips.“What’s that?” I asked again, my voice a little breathless.He smiled against my lips, then pulled back just enough to look at me properly. Those silver-flecked eyes were soft in the low light of the chambers, but there was something excited underneath. “I’ve been thinking… I want to take you on a trip. Just us. A proper honeymoon. Away from the pack, the council, all the bullshit for a while.”I blinked. Then I laughed, the sound bubbling out before I could stop it. He had to be messing with me. Alpha Grayson Ansel, the cursed, always-serious, pack-first leader, talking about a honeymoon trip like some lovesick boy? Yeah right.I pushed up on one elbow,

INARA'S POV Night had fallen heavy over the pack house, and the chambers felt too quiet without him. Grayson had left after our clingy afternoon session, muttering something about final border checks and council paperwork before the honeymoon. “Won’t be long, baby,” he’d promised with one last filthy kiss that left me throbbing. Hours later, I was still waiting.I’d tried to stay busy — laid out more clothes for packing, brushed my hair until it shone, even lit some candles so the room smelled like sweet herbs and moonlight. Dinner waited on the low table by the window: roasted meat, fresh bread, cheese, berries, and that spiced wine he liked. My stomach growled, but I didn’t want to eat without him. The bond hummed with his distant focus — he was close now, but still tied up.Come home already, you big idiot.I curled up on the big bed in just one of his oversized shirts, the fabric soft against my bare thighs and still carrying his scent. My eyes grew heavy as I stared at the