Semua Bab The Alpha King’s Tattered Shirt: Bab 51 - Bab 60

"Ada, you have a priority commission from a high-status patron willing to pay double your usual fee," Seline Bloodmoon’s message lit up my digital console as I sat in the studio late into the evening.Lucian looked up from his tablet across the study, his golden eyes narrowing in the dim light. "What are you reading?""Your mother wants to hire me to design her next gala gown under my alias, but she has no idea I am the one behind the sketches," I replied, tossing my phone onto the desk. "Should I take the job?"Lucian unbuttoned his collar, the lamplight catching the sharp ridges of his chest muscles as he reached for a fresh shirt. "Do whatever pleases you, little wolf. Accept it or turn her down."I swallowed hard, trying to look away from his bare torso. "I’ll accept it because she is your mother, even if she despises my very breath."Lucian pulled me into his arms, tumbling us beneath the dark sheets of the bed as his mouth crushed against mine in a hot, breathless promise of hea

"Don't take my warning lightly," Lucian snarled, his fingers digging into Marius Bloodfang's leather tunic as his bloodshot golden eyes flared with murderous alpha fury."Oh, Supreme King," Marius wheezed out, blood dripping from the corner of his smirked lips. "Are you finally showing your feral side? All for a common human girl?"The Rogue Lord wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, letting out a dark, mocking laugh despite the sting in his broken jaw. "Well, what should I do? I am quite taken with your little mate myself.""You are begging for death!" Lucian roared.Lucian pulled back his massive fist to smash Marius's skull, but the rogue caught his wrist mid-air with lightning speed.Their alpha auras collided, sending a violent shockwave through the tavern that rattled the glass goblets and set the heavy oak tables trembling."Look, it's Marius Bloodfang!""And the Supreme Alpha King!" a she-wolf shrieked from the tavern doorway. "They're tearing the Blood Moon Tavern apart!

I paid zero attention to the host’s endless probing or Marius Bloodfang’s smooth, distracting answers during the remainder of the alliance broadcast.When the gathering finally concluded, I retreated into the shadow of the stone pillars and silently watched the crowd line up for the official pack photograph.I had no interest in being linked to a rogue-blooded warrior like Marius in any official archive.The moment the gathering dispersed, I grabbed Viktorina Corvinus by the hand and pulled her toward the skyship terminal, assuming that if I put distance between us, Marius would lose interest and forget I ever existed.We made it back to the Moon Eclipse Lodge Chamber, exhausted and aching in every claw, and had barely washed the dust of the territory from our skin when a sharp, authoritative knock sounded on our heavy oak door.A silver serving cart heaped with roasted stag, cured wild meats, and rare spiced lunar wine sat in the corridor as soon as I pulled the door open."Evening,

"Selene, wake up." Lucian’s voice rasped against my ear, low and heavy with that dark Alpha dominance that always sent a shiver straight down my spine.I blinked open my eyes, my head resting right over his thrumming pulse on his broad chest as the territory carriage pulled up into the gates of Moonshade Manor. His scent—rich cedar, rain, and raw male wolf—swirled around me, heavy and possessive."We are home?" I murmured, my voice thick with exhaustion. My body felt completely spent after dealing with the high-caste noble snakes at the Alpha Moon Celebration Hall.Lucian didn't answer with words. He just wrapped one massive arm under my thighs and the other behind my back, scooping me up out of the carriage like I weighed nothing at all. I gasped, clinging to his broad shoulders as he carried me past the bowing Pack Stewards and straight up the grand stone staircase toward our private quarters."Put me down, Lucian," I whispered, my cheeks flushing hot as my claws lightly scraped aga

The heavy oak doors of the Alpha Throne Chamber groaned open, releasing the sharp, thick scent of dark resin and blood-mate heat into the corridor.I sat curled on the furs of the low bench, my breath still ragged, listening to the solid thud of boots across the stone floor."Did my mother push her weight around the packhouse again?" Lucian asked, his voice low and vibrating right through the wood.I didn't open my eyes. "She is the False Luna Matriarch; she does what she pleases."To me, Amelia's vicious tongue was nothing new; she had spit venom at me since the day my father traded me to the Lycan Bloodmoon Pack to pay off the Corvinus family's dark blood-debts.Lucian stripped off his heavy leather armor, throwing it toward the corner before heading into the bathing chamber to wash off the scent of border patrol.I gathered my parchment scrolls, sliding my silver moon-shears back into my sash before pulling the heavy wolf-fur blankets up to my chin.He emerged with water still drip