Semua Bab The Alpha King’s Tattered Shirt: Bab 31 - Bab 40

SELENE POV"Where is your communicator, Selene?" Lucian asks, his grip tightening on my uninjured hip as he stares down at my bare wrists.He had been trying to link my mind-frequency all night, his powerful Alpha consciousness searching the territory borders for any trace of my scent.I keep my eyes lowered, my voice barely a whisper against his chest. "I lost my device when I went back to the Corvinus Manor."His golden eyes flash, a mixture of dark possessive hunger and raw relief washing over his hard features. "And you waited at the Silverfang Banquet House for the entire cycle?"I nod silently, my pride stinging at how easily I had submitted to waiting for him like a desperate, unmated omega."I was afraid my mind-link would disrupt your war-council meeting with the Alpha Lords," I mutter.Lucian lets out a low, rough growl, pulling his silver tablet from his leather belt. "My tracker intercepted this frequency-burst from your specific link hours ago."He slides the screen befor

Lucian’s black-timber carriage was suffocatingly hot, the scent of his dominant Alpha aura filling the small cabin as we sped toward the boundary line."I do not want to leave you for a whole week cycle," Lucian growled, his large, clawed hand suddenly cupping the back of my neck.He pulled me roughly against his chest, tilting my chin up until our lips crashed together.My wolf whimpered with needy surrender, my core instantly slicking with heat at the taste of his dark, intoxicating scent.The carriage rolled past the borders of the Darkmoon Territory, but Lucian didn't let me go, his tongue claiming my mouth over and over until my breaths came in ragged gasps.By the time he finally pulled back, my lips were swollen and bruised from his possessive grip."I have to oversee the pack defense in the northern territories," he murmured, his thumb stroking my wet lower lip. "Come with me, Selene. Leave the design house for a week."I reluctantly pulled my hands from his broad shoulders. "

"Is it true, Selene?" Anna barks, her eyes flashing yellow with naked envy. "Did Erika Nightfang actually increase your cut of the pack's silver profits?"My pulse thumps against my throat as I tuck my design drafts away."Yes," I say, keeping my voice cool. "The High Priestess granted me a two percent bonus for proving my innocence to the Grand Wolf Assembly.""Really? That means you will earn more than any of us this season," Pearl sneers, turning her back to me with a sharp huff."I am just glad the crisis was averted," I tell them, walking out of the main hall before their jealousy suffocates my wolf.As I cross the courtyard of the Mooncrest Design House, Jarek the pack artisan intercepts me with a tense look on his face."You haven't left for the night yet, Selene?" Jarek asks, his eyes darting around the shadows. "Let us share a cup of hot pine-tea at the tavern.""Sure," I reply, needing a moment to clear my head.We sit across from each other in a quiet corner of the Blood Mo

Amelia Lycan’s face twisted in disgust. "Seline is a pure-blooded Alpha bride candidate! She would never resort to hiring filthy rogue wolves. I bet Selene Corvinus fed you those lies to secure her grasp on your throne!"The matriarch truly believed that Seline Bloodmoon was a pristine wolf who would never stoop to such feral tactics.Without a word, Lucian pulled out his glowing scrying crystal and projected a memory fragment directly into the air between them.My heart leapt into my throat as I recognized the rogue wolf in the projection—it was the exact same brute who had hurled the jagged stone at my head outside the Mooncrest Artisan Guild.In the memory, the rogue knelt in the dirt, whimpering as he confessed that Seline’s personal handmaiden had paid him gold to incite the riot, demand refunds, and scar my face so I could never stand as Lucian's mate.I had wondered how a simple design dispute had escalated into a violent public protest so quickly.The truth was laid bare, and

The morning mist clung to the valleys of the Darkmoon Territory, but the flurry of activity at the filming ruins had already commenced."I cannot believe we secured Ethan Sellers for the role of the First Lycan King," Anna whispered, her voice filled with excitement as she arranged a tray of silver hairpieces.The male lead of our chronicle was indeed the most sought-after warrior-actor of the season, possessing sharp, upturned golden eyes and a flawless, commanding posture, while the second female lead was played by Coco Lynch, a lesser-known she-wolf from a mid-tier vassal pack.It was my first time managing the ceremonial aesthetics for so many high-status wolves, and during our brief breaks, Anna and I would sit near the clearing to watch the director run through the battle sequences.Once the evening horn sounded, signalling the end of the day's trials, I had to carefully brush and hang the delicate, runic-embroidered robes Seline Bloodmoon wore to ensure the enchanted threads di