Todos los capítulos de The Luna He Never Deserved: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

BRONTËThe human world smelt like fried oil and wet concrete.I hated it.I had been here nine days. Nine days in a motel that charged by the hour, eating noodles out of plastic bowls, sleeping with a chair wedged under the doorknob, pretending to be a woman named Anna Kessler from Portland.Nobody in this city knew Brontë. Nobody knew there was a small fortune in a bank account with my new name on it.I sat cross-legged on the stained bed, staring at the laptop balanced on my knees. A cheap thing, bought with cash from a pawnshop.Eight hundred thousand gold coins, give or take. Converted, moved through three exchanges, and reduced into figures that made my head spin.Silas had sent far more than I asked for. Someone had also tapped the same account behind his back, and I still didn't know who.Someone else had been stealing from Roger, too.Interesting."Order up," a voice shouted from the corridor, and I jumped so badly the laptop slid off the bed.Just the motel guy. He knocked tw

CASPIANThe photograph was the fifth I'd been sent that month.I held it in my fingers under the lamp on my desk, studying the blur of trucks and men in the corner of the frame.Someone had circled a figure in red ink.Roger Brimstone.“Nothing has changed,” Ronan said from the couch, arms folded. “Same location. Same trucks. Same hour of the night.”I had started to get more valid information from Ronan every since I switched from that Raven.I set the photograph down.Outside my window, the Crimson Pack stretched out in the moonlight, black towers against a blacker sky, the whole southern territory asleep under my laws. Every wolf in the realm answered to this throne. Every Alpha bent the knee.And somewhere in the east, one of them was lying to my face.“How many she-wolves reported missing in BloodMoon this year?” I asked.“Forty-one.”“Last year?”“Nineteen.”“The year before?”“Twelve.”I closed my eyes.That wasn't a coincidence. A clean, steady line pointing upwards, just like

ROGERI didn't speak on the drive home.Silas sat in the front seat, silent, wisely so. Every few minutes he glanced at me in the mirror and then quickly looked away.I couldn't blame him.I had built VoxTin from a failing subsidiary into the pride of the eastern border. I had shaken hands with Alphas twice my age and made them nod along to whatever I proposed. And in one single morning, the King had stripped that image bare in front of a room full of witnesses.I require compliance.The words looped in my skull like a curse.By the time we reached the mansion, my knuckles had gone white against my knees.Naraya was in the garden when I found her, sitting on the stone bench near the roses, a book open in her lap that she wasn't reading. She looked up when my shadow fell over her.“Roger—”“Get up.”“What?”“We need to talk. Inside.”She rose slowly, closing the book, and followed me to my study without a word.I shut the door behind us and turned on her.“Do you understand what happen

ROGERI smelled it before she told me.Not the pup. Something underneath it. Something wrong.She'd been careful for weeks, wearing loose clothes, turning away when I hugged her too long, always finding a reason to leave the room before my nose could settle on anything solid. But that morning she stood in the kitchen doorway with her hand pressed low on her stomach, and the shape of her, the way the fabric pulled tight for just a second before she caught herself, told me everything her mouth hadn't.“Naya.”She froze.“How far along?”For a moment I thought she'd deny it. Then her shoulders dropped, and something in her face went very still, very careful, the way it always did when she'd already decided how a conversation was going to end before it began.“Four months.”Four months.I did the maths without meaning to. Four months ago, the night she came back to me after the apartment, the night I'd held her against the door and told myself it meant something.I stepped closer and reac

ROGERThe boardroom at VoxTin always smelled of leather and wealth, and I had learned to love that smell the way other men loved perfume on a woman's neck. Today it just smelled like sweat. Mine.Caspian Zachary sat at the head of the long glass table like he'd been carved into it, one ankle crossed over his knee, grey eyes half-lidded in that lazy, dangerous way that made every executive in the room sit a little straighter. He didn't raise his voice. He never had to. Rooms simply obeyed him, the way water obeys gravity.“Alpha Brimstone,” he said, sliding a folder across the table without looking up from it. “Walk us through the expansion blueprint for the eastern warehouses. Page fourteen.”I opened the folder.Page fourteen wasn't there.My stomach dropped through the floor.I flipped through it twice, three times, my thumb going numb against the paper, as though the missing pages would simply appear if I was patient enough. They didn't. Naraya had drafted three separate versions o