Semua Bab Twin Alphas' Rare Luna : Bab 1 - Bab 9

The room had never felt like hers.Myla stood in the centre of it for the last time, hands loose at her sides, bags packed neatly by the door. She waited for something to move inside her. Grief. Relief. Fear. Anything.Nothing came.She wasn’t surprised. Bloodstone Ridge had given her shelter, training, a name to carry into the world. It had never given her a home. You couldn’t mourn something you’d never truly had.A knock at the door. Soft. Deliberate.She already knew who it was.“Come in.”Alpha Darius filled the doorway the way he always did, like the space was never quite big enough for him. He was a tall man, broad through the shoulders, with silver threading through dark hair and eyes that had always reminded Myla of cold stone. Tonight those eyes were warm. Carefully, precisely warm.“I wanted to see you before tomorrow,” he said.“I figured.”“You’ve grown into exactly what this pack needed you to be, Myla.” He stepped inside, surveyed the bare walls and empty shelves, and s

The message came at dawn.Father will not be attending. He is too weak to leave his rooms.Alec read it once, folded it, and set it on the table beside his untouched coffee. He stood at the window of his office and watched the morning light move across Crimson River’s grounds below and did not allow himself to feel anything about it.His father had arranged this. Every detail. The alliance, the terms, the choice of her. Alec had read the contract and signed it and asked no questions because that was what his father had needed from him, and his father was dying, and there were very few things left that Alec could give him.Attending was not going to be one of them.He turned from the window and straightened his jacket.He knew what he needed to know about her. Myla of Bloodstone Ridge. Powerful she-wolf, high-ranking bloodline, the kind of asset that made political sense on paper. He had repeated these facts to himself enough times over the past weeks that they had taken on the comfort

One week into Crimson River and Myla had found her rhythm.She knew which pack members needed a smile and which ones needed space. She knew which corridors were busy at mealtimes and which ones stayed quiet. She knew the layout of the main building well enough now to move through it without thinking, and she had identified three places she could be alone when alone was what she needed.The training grounds were one of them.She went early, before the morning shifts changed and before the pack’s fighters arrived for their sessions. The sky was still grey when she slipped out through the side door, her breath clouding in the cool air. She had trained alone her whole life. Some people found their stillness in sleep or in silence. Myla found hers in movement.Nobody at Bloodstone Ridge had ever known that about her. Darius had not permitted her to train with the others. Too dangerous, he had said. Too exposed. She had accepted it the way she had accepted everything he told her, as a rule

Seb had a system.It was not a complicated system. It did not require planning or effort or anything that might suggest he was taking the situation more seriously than was reasonable. It simply required him to know where she was at all times so that he could be somewhere else.It had been working.Until today.The pack’s monthly supply inventory fell to him every third rotation. He had done it dozens of times. Walk the storage rooms on the lower level, cross-check the shelves against the ledger, note what needed ordering, be done in twenty minutes. He had never once given it a second thought.He gave it a second thought the moment he pushed open the storage room door and found her already inside.She was standing at the far shelf with a ledger open in her hands, running her finger down a column of figures with the focused attention of someone who had decided this task was going to be done correctly whether anyone asked her to do it or not.She looked up when the door opened.He looked

His father’s private study had not been opened in six weeks.Alec stood outside it with the key in his hand for longer than he intended, looking at the dark wood of the door and the thin strip of darkness beneath it and not going in. The pack physician had advised rest and quiet. His father was sleeping. There was no reason to disturb him.He wasn’t here to disturb him.He unlocked the door and slipped inside and pulled it closed quietly behind him.The study smelled of old paper and the particular woodsmoke his father had always preferred in the colder months. The desk sat as it always had, large and dark, covered in the organised layers of a man who thought in systems. On the far wall, the personal archive. Floor to ceiling shelving, older than the rest of the building, holding texts that had been in the Crimson River bloodline for generations.Alec stood in front of it.He was looking for something specific and he wasn’t sure it existed and he didn’t know how to want it to exist an