All Chapters of The Rogue Alpha’s Chubby Luna : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ARIA I had barely slept a wink last night. My tired mind spent the entire night tracing hidden mountain passes and memorizing the intricate guard rotations drawn in black ink.A sharp, sudden knock echoed loudly through the quiet room."Miss Aria?" Cora called out from the hallway. "Breakfast is ready. The Alpha requested that you join the table immediately.""I will be right out," I replied, grabbing a dark grey sweater from the wooden closet and pulling it over my head.Walking down the long stone corridor with the muscular maid trailing closely behind me, my stomach tied itself into nervous, tight knots. I fully expected to see Jacob sitting at the head of the long dining table. I prepared myself to endure his dark, obsessive stares and his cocky remarks.Stepping through the massive oak doors of the dining hall, I completely froze in my tracks.Jacob was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a very familiar, deeply infuriating older man sat comfortably at the table. He was casually sippi

JACOB“Alpha! She is gone!”Elias slammed my office doors wide open, his face pale and dripping with cold sweat. He held out a silver object in his shaking hand, clutching it like a death sentence.“Calm down, Elias,” I said smoothly, leaning back in my leather chair. I slowly set down my pen, not a single muscle in my face twitching with surprise.“She took the master map from Room 402, sir!” Elias shouted, his voice cracking with pure panic. “She tricked Martha, slipped past the perimeter shift change, and scaled the old armory roof! We found Alpha Richie's pack lighter buried in the snowdrift right below the outer fence!”A slow, dark smile stretched across my face.“I know,” I stated flatly.Elias blinked, his jaw dropping open in utter disbelief. “You... you know? Alpha, she escaped into a raging blizzard! She has a twenty-minute head start!”“Did you honestly think she outsmarted my entire guard rotation, Elias?” I chuckled, standing up from behind my heavy mahogany desk. “Did y

AUTHOR’S POV“Get your filthy mouth off me!”Aria shrieked, violently shoving her gloved hands against Jacob’s bare, muscular chest. She tore her lips away from his, panting heavily. The freezing winter wind whipped her brown hair across her flushed face, but the cold did absolutely nothing to cool the boiling heat radiating between them.“You tasted perfectly fine kissing me back, Aria,” Jacob chuckled darkly. He wiped a thin string of saliva from his bottom lip with the back of his hand, his pitch-black eyes gleaming with absolute triumph.“I did not kiss you back!” she screamed, taking a staggering step backward into the deep snow. “You forced yourself on me! You are an animal!”“Liar,” Jacob taunted, taking a slow, predatory step forward. “I felt your tongue. I felt your hands clutching my shoulders. You melted.”“I slipped!” she yelled, her chest heaving rapidly. “I lost my balance! I would rather kiss a feral rogue than press my lips against a murderer’s mouth ever again!”“Keep

AUTHOR’S POV“How are you feeling this morning, little runaway?”Aria dragged the heavy duvet down to her chin, her brown eyes snapping open to find Jacob sitting casually at the edge of the mattress. He wore a crisp black shirt, his sleeves rolled up to expose his thick, muscular forearms.“Go to hell,” she spat, her voice raspy from sleep.Jacob chuckled, a dark, vibrating sound that rumbled deep inside his broad chest. “I am already there, sweetheart. And you are keeping me excellent company.”“Get out of my room,” Aria demanded, glaring daggers at his handsome, too smug face.“My room,” Jacob corrected smoothly, leaning back against the wooden bedpost. “My castle. My territory. You really do not have the authority to kick me out, Aria. But I will ask you one more time. How are you doing?”Turning her head away, she firmly clamped her mouth shut. She refused to give him the satisfaction of a polite answer.Watching her stubborn profile, a wicked, taunting smile stretched across Ja

JACOB“Alpha Locke, the quarterly border logs from the southern quadrant are finally ready for your signature.”Valerie leaned heavily over the polished mahogany desk, intentionally letting the plunging neckline of her blouse gape open.Sitting in my high-backed leather chair, I did not even bother looking up from the financial reports in front of me. My mind felt incredibly clear this morning. The lingering, suffocating tension that usually clouded my brain was gone, replaced by a sharp, focused energy. Work had piled up on my desk for the past few days, and I needed to handle it immediately.“Put them on the left stack, Valerie,” I ordered, signing my name across the bottom of a trade agreement.“Are you sure you do not need anything else, Alpha?” she purred, taking a slow step around the corner of the desk.She was practically radiating heat. The heavy, sweet scent of her arousal flooded the office air. It was painfully obvious that she was drenched in her own fluids. She shifted