All Chapters of Twin Alphas' Rare Luna : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

MylaShe had been on the road since first light.The bay mare had held her pace through the morning without complaint, but by late afternoon her ears were flicking sideways at every branch snap in the trees, and Myla had learned enough about the horse over the course of the day to know that the mare was listening to something she could not name yet.Myla had been listening too.The Council road did not sound the way a Council road was supposed to sound.The road carried the signs of regular use. Frozen wheel ruts. Wooden markers at each crossing. Weathered notices nailed beneath the Council insignia.This afternoon, no one else had used it.No merchants. No Council riders. No fresh hoofprints travelling towards Ashford. The notices on the marker posts were faded, their corners curled by weather. Nothing had been added recently.An emergency classification should have left some mark on the road. A courier. A changed notice. Fresh tracks from the receiving station.There was nothing.Th

Myla By the time the relay shelter disappeared behind the trees, the bay mare had begun choosing her steps.Myla brought her back to a walk and let the reins lengthen. The horse had carried her since first light without refusing anything, but sweat darkened the hair beneath the saddle flap and her stride had shortened since the last rise.“Easy,” Myla murmured.The mare flicked one ear towards her and continued.Snow caught in her mane and gathered along the frozen road. It filled the deepest wheel ruts first, softening the marks left by older traffic. When Myla glanced behind her, the mare’s hoofprints still cut clearly through the thin white layer.For now.She kept moving north.The hostile pressure had not disappeared when she passed the rider at the relay shelter. It had spread, becoming less concentrated and harder to separate from the cold gathering beneath her skin.Her ability offered no faces and no distance. It did not tell her where anyone stood.It told her only that the

MylaThe first rider stepped into the road before Myla reached the fallen tree.He wore a dark wool coat with no Council insignia, but the leather case at his hip carried the stamped brass corner used by the secretary’s office. His horse stood square beneath him, trained well enough not to react when the bay mare slowed.The second rider waited near the ridge, half-screened by pine branches.The third held the western side, where the road dropped towards the watercourse. His grey gelding kept shifting away from the bank. Each time its hindquarters moved, the rider corrected too sharply.Myla kept the mare in the centre.The hostile pressure gathered around all three men, broad and deliberate. It gave her no names and no exact positions. She did not need either now. The horses, the terrain and the way the men had arranged themselves told her enough.The lead rider raised one hand.“Myla of Bloodstone Ridge. You are ordered to stop.”She stopped beyond his reach.“I already have.”His m

AlecThe loose horse appeared first.It came down the Council road at an uneven trot, reins dragging, one stirrup striking its flank. Snow clung to its chest and darkened its shoulders with sweat.Alec raised one hand.Dena and the two riders behind him slowed without crowding the road.Then the man came out of the bend.He limped badly, one arm folded against his ribs, but he moved quickly when he saw the horse. He caught the trailing reins, hauled himself into the saddle and turned south.Towards them.The ambusher saw Alec’s group and pulled hard enough to bring the horse sideways.Alec did not reach for his knife.“Dena, right.”She moved before the man could choose the verge.The other two riders separated. One took the shallow ditch. The other held the road behind Alec. The ambusher tried to force the horse between them, but the animal had already been frightened once. It refused the narrow opening and reared.The man lost his seat.He struck the road on his injured side and sta

MylaThe strip of paper lay beside the brass token.Alec had taken it from his coat after Dena left to organise the first watch. Beyond the wall, one prisoner coughed and a guard told him to be quiet.Myla did not need to read the sentence.Sebastian of Crimson River holds no separate claim.She had written it in her own hand. Then she had torn it from the declaration and tied it to a branch so the two men sitting across from her could follow.Seb leaned against the table, his bandaged arm close to his side. Alec stood near the stove, giving her the distance he had finally learned to offer before she asked for it.“I wrote it,” Myla said.Seb looked at the strip. “I know.”“I believed it was the safest version.”“For whom?”The question was not sharp. That made it harder to answer.“For Crimson River. For Alec. For you.”Myla folded her hands on the table.“The Council recognises the marriage,” she said. “They understand contracts, succession and one Luna beside one Alpha. They do not