The Rogue Alpha’s Chubby Luna 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 50

AUTHOR’S POV“The Iron Claws are losing their grip on the western valley.”Alpha Jaxon Richmore leaned back in the heavy leather chair, swirling a glass of dark amber whiskey. He stared across the circular mahogany table at the three highest-ranking members of the High Council.“They lost two hundred soldiers last month alone,” Councilman Valerius agreed, tapping a thick cigar against a crystal ashtray. “The rogues are pushing aggressively across the river. If the Iron Claws fall, the entire western trade route collapses.”“Let them bleed,” Jaxon stated coldly, taking a slow sip of his drink. “Alpha Thorne is a weak leader. He refused to reinforce his southern borders when we warned him about the covens last spring. Now he is paying the absolute price.”“It is not just about the Iron Claws losing territory,” Councilman Gregor interrupted. He was a massive, scarred older man who commanded the northern military factions. “It is about the power vacuum. If the western valley falls into pu

ARIA'S POV My suffering had just begun. I'd spent most of the night nursing the pain in my hand and slept late. But I'd just shut my eyes when I heard the door bang against the wall. “Get off that cot right now, you lazy bitch!”A bucket of freezing, dirty water splashed directly across my face. I gasped violently, shooting up from the lumpy mattress. The freezing liquid soaked my thin grey servant's dress, completely chilling me to the bone. Coughing up dirty water, I desperately wiped my eyes.Three young maids stood over my tiny cot in the servants' quarters. They held empty metal buckets, sneering down at me with pure, unfiltered malice.“What is wrong with you?” I choked out, shivering uncontrollably.“Breakfast service started an hour ago,” the tallest maid spat, tossing a stiff, bristle scrub brush directly at my chest. It hit my collarbone hard. “The head cook wants the eastern ovens entirely degreased before noon. Move!”Grabbing the brush, I forced my aching body off the b

ARIA“Get on your feet, stray!”The rough, massive hands of a Lycan guard grabbed my upper arms, violently hauling me right off the tiny cot. My bare feet barely touched the cold stone floor before a second guard shoved me hard toward the open doorway of the servants’ quarters.“Do not touch me!” I yelled, struggling to pull my arms free.“The Alpha gave strict orders,” the first guard sneered, giving me another brutal shove down the dark hallway. “You work until you bleed. Keep moving.”Stumbling forward, my raw, bandaged knuckles throbbed intensely. It was barely dawn. The castle was freezing, but the kitchen wing was already radiating a suffocating, greasy heat. Pushing through the heavy wooden doors, the guards immediately let go of me and turned their backs, walking away to resume their posts.I stood alone in the center of the massive kitchen.Suddenly, four young maids stepped out from behind the heavy iron stoves. They formed a tight half-circle, completely blocking my path to

ARIA“You are cleared to leave the clinic, Miss Aria.”Doctor Vance stepped back, clicking his pen with a sharp snap. He looked entirely relieved to be getting me out of his ward.“Thank you,” I replied quietly, sliding off the high medical bed.“Just take it easy,” the doctor warned, pointing a finger at my healing ribs. “No heavy lifting. The Alpha was very clear about your recovery.”I did not bother giving him a response. Nodding once, I walked right out of the sterile room.My body felt completely healed, but my mind was sharper than it had ever been. Escaping Jacob Locke required absolute perfection. The last time I tried to run, he played me like a pathetic puppet. That was never happening again. This time, I needed to be entirely invisible.Over the next three days, I moved through the packhouse like a complete ghost.I knew Jacob definitely had people watching my every move. Knowing that, I intentionally spent hours reading boring books in the library just to lull his spies i

ARIA'S POVThe heavy silence of the bedroom pressed down on my chest like a physical weight.Sitting on the edge of the mattress, I stared blankly at the roaring fire in the stone hearth. I was safely back inside the packhouse, healed by Jacob’s saliva, but my mind was shattered. Blood soaked the snow in my memories. Five rogues were dead because I ran. Four maids were dead because I fought back.Guilt churned violently inside my stomach. I was doing way too much. My desperate need to escape was leaving a massive trail of dead bodies in my wake.Before I could spiral any further into my dark thoughts, the doors clicked open.Jacob walked into the room. He did not look angry, just incredibly exhausted. He had changed out of his blood-stained clothes, wearing simple dark sweatpants and a tight black t-shirt. He stopped at the foot of the bed, crossing his massive arms."This is becoming too much, Aria," Jacob stated quietly, his pitch-black eyes locking onto mine."I know," I whispere