Semua Bab The Alpha King’s Tattered Shirt: Bab 11 - Bab 20

FREYA POV"Look at her!" I shriek, making sure every wolf in the roaring den hears my voice. "The Hidden Luna Heiress is nothing but a slut shaking her tail for pack coins!"Corvus Ravenshadow stands frozen below the wood platform. He stares up at Selene Corvinus, his young Alpha eyes wide with pure, shattering disbelief.Selene glares down at me, her silver-flecked eyes flashing with deep, burning fury. She never expected the childhood friend she shared her den with to rip away her secrets in front of the entire Darkmoon Territory. Pack sisters forever? What a disgusting lie."Selene..." Corvus says, his voice shaking as he tries to catch his breath. "Is what Freya saying true? Are you bound to another male?"Selene stays completely silent, her jaw locked tight.Corvus drops his head, his shoulders slumping in deep disappointment. The rumors across the territory are true. She is a fake who uses her sweet, pure scent to trick young unmated Alphas while keeping a secret male behind the

LUCIAN POVThe iron-reinforced doors of the boutique screech open. A towering, lethal shadow stretches across the stone floorboards, suffocating the room with the raw, heavy pressure of a dominant wolf."Sir?" the boutique manager squeaks, her tail practical tucking between her legs, but I brush right past her, my eyes locked on the chaotic mess of leather boot crates.Seline Bloodmoon’s heart spikes in fear, her scent souring as she looks up at my chiseled jaw. "Alpha King? W-Why are you in this sector?"She looks completely terrified that I caught her using her claws to crush my mate. I ignore her entirely, my gaze dropping to Selene’s reddened, bruised knuckles. A low, dangerous rumble vibrates in my chest."Did you lay your paws on my Luna?" I demand, stepping directly into Seline's personal space until she trembles."I-I am innocent, Lucian!" Seline stammers, her face turning pale as she fakes a sweet scent. "I just saw the Hidden Luna Heiress working a common slave shift and wan

I instantly rush to my wooden wardrobe, pulling out tunics to find something suitable for the grand studios tomorrow.Hearing the rustle of fabric, the door clicks open. Lucian steps into my brightly lit room, his dark eyes instantly locking onto the acceptance letter still open on my screen.He takes in the details with a single, scanning glance."The hide tunic you are holding is far too plain for an artisan of your bloodline," Lucian states smoothly.I am holding two different garments against the looking glass when he glides up behind me, his large hands slid casually into his pockets.I know dressing in common rogue rags won't fly at an elite establishment like the Design House, but my mother's sickness has drained my coin pouch. These are the only decent linens I own.I stuff the clothes back into the chest, glaring at his reflection. "I am going there to weave sacred garments, not to perform in a bridal pageant."The only thing that matters is that my attire is clean and presen

SELENE POV"Are you going to keep staring at the floorboards, or are you going to tell me what you want, Lucian?" I demand, my fingers tightly gripping my knees to hide the reckless trembling of my hands.The air inside the dark carriage is heavy with a suffocating chill. I sit perfectly straight, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped beast. My inner wolf whines in distress, terrified that he will find another royal excuse to drag me back to the Lycan Moonkeep. I know how the high lords think. He will tell me that my presence in the public eye stains the reputation of the royal bloodline. I escaped his fortress once with so much agony; if he forces me back into his lair tonight, I know I will never taste freedom again."I find your lack of faith amusing, little wolf," Lucian rumbles, his voice dripping with an intoxicating, dark alpha power that vibrates straight through my skin.He sits right beside me, completely unbothered by my hostility. His dark tunic is fastened tig

When her hands turn into a bloody mess, she resorts to kicking the iron with her heavy boots, but the reinforced structure doesn't even vibrate. Driven mad by the confinement, she whips around, her wild eyes locking back onto me. "It’s all your doing, Christina Steele! Your filthy, sleeping-around ways brought this wrath upon us!"I ignore her entirely, sliding down the cold stone wall into a tight heap. My limbs feel heavy, the lack of oxygen making my vision blur as I stare blankly into the shadows. My mind begins to drift into unconsciousness.Then, a deep, earth-shaking voice echoes through the thick iron."Selene! Are you in there?"Lucian.My inner wolf roars to life at the sound of our mate's voice. I spring from the stone floor like an arrow released from a taut bowstring, slamming my palms against the grates. "Lucian! I am here! We are trapped inside!"The terror that had gripped my sanity for the last hour vanishes instantly, replaced by a violent wave of relief that brings