All Chapters of The Rogue Alpha’s Chubby Luna : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

JACOB"We hit a brick wall, Alpha."Marcus slammed a thick digital tablet onto the steel table of the security command center. Red error screens flashed wildly across the dozen monitors lining the dark room."Explain," I commanded, crossing my massive arms over my chest."The IP address we pulled from the terminal bounced through twenty different proxy servers," the lead technician, a nervous young man named Silas, stuttered. He pointed a shaking finger at the main screen. "It went through the neutral zone, routed overseas, and then completely self-destructed. The digital trail is entirely wiped out.""Wiped out?" I growled, stepping closer to the monitors. "You told me you had the best extraction software on the continent.""We do, sir!" Silas squeaked, shrinking back into his rolling chair. "But whoever orchestrated this hit squad used military-grade encryption. They deployed a heavy virus into our mainframe the second Vance Miller entered the access codes. It burned the digital log

ARIA"I am just joking with you, Luna," Ronan rumbled, a surprisingly warm smile breaking across his heavily scarred face.Dropping his aggressive posture, the massive combat instructor crossed his thick arms and let out a deep, gravelly chuckle. Standing in the freezing sand of the sparring ring, I blinked in pure confusion. My heart was still hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs."What?" I asked, shivering violently in the cold winter air."Put your coat back on," Elara instructed, walking over to grab the heavy winter jacket from the wooden railing. She draped the warm fabric securely over my shivering shoulders. "Your physical training starts after you are fully recovered. Today was just a mental test.""A test?" I frowned, wrapping the coat tight around my chest."This was your very first lesson," Elara explained seriously, her bright eyes locking onto mine. "You are barely recovered from a major concussion. Your ribs are taped tight. Yet, the moment a large man barked a co

ARIAWaking up the next morning felt like an absolutely monumental task. Every single muscle in my back, shoulders, and legs screamed in sheer agony. Rolling slowly out of the massive mattress, I decided to completely skip combat training for the day. I pulled on a loose grey sweater, tied my brown hair into a messy knot, and headed straight to the medical wing to grab some strong pain ointment for my bruised ribs.Stepping into the sterile white hallway of the clinic, a low, guttural groan caught my immediate attention."Hold still, Ronan," a nurse scolded softly from down the hall. "I cannot close this wound if you keep flinching."Peeking through the open door of Treatment Room B, I stopped dead in my tracks. The massive combat instructor sat heavily on a steel examination table. His right hand was completely mangled. Thick blood soaked through a pile of white gauze while the young nurse carefully threaded a curved needle through the skin of his index and middle fingers."What happ

AUTHOR’S POV. Hot blood soaked completely through Aria’s heavy winter coat, sticking uncomfortably to her trembling skin. The lifeless, mutilated body of the assassin hit the frozen cobblestones with a sickening, wet thud. Standing directly over the ruined corpse was the Lycan King. Jacob was breathing heavily, his hands completely coated in dark red gore. His pitch-black eyes slowly faded back to a striking hazel as his Lycan beast receded, leaving only the furious, protective man behind.Dropping to his knees in the bloody snow, Jacob reached out for her.“Do not touch me!” Aria shrieked, scrambling backward until her back hit the frozen stone fountain. She was completely trapped in a state of pure shock.“Aria, it is me,” Jacob stated firmly, keeping his bloody hands raised where she could see them. “You are safe. Look at me.”“He was going to stab me,” she gasped, wiping hot blood out of her eyes.“He is dead,” Jacob promised, his voice dropping to a low, comforting rumble. “I ki

JACOB Dropping him instantly, Silas collapsed onto the stone floor. He gasped violently for air, clutching his bruised throat.“Meeting adjourned,” I announced coldly.Turning my back on the terrified council, I marched directly out of the chamber. I completely ignored their frantic whispers as the heavy oak doors slammed shut behind me. They were all pathetic cowards, entirely useless in a real war.That evening, the situation officially escalated beyond mere whispers.Sitting in my private study, I poured myself a thick glass of expensive bourbon. The liquor burned my throat, matching the dark, boiling anger simmering in my chest.Suddenly, the doors to my study flew wide open.Elara burst into the room. She was breathing heavily, wearing her tactical combat gear. In her right hand, she clutched a crumpled stack of thick parchment papers.“We have a massive problem,” Elara announced, marching directly to my desk.“I already dealt with the council today, Elara,” I sighed, rubbing my