All Chapters of The Rogue Alpha’s Chubby Luna : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

AUTHOR’S POV.“The southern trade routes are vulnerable right now, Jaxon.”Alpha Thorne leaned forward, resting his heavy forearms against the polished mahogany dining table. He swirled the dark red wine in his crystal glass. Sitting beside him, his wife, Luna Mara, maintained a polite but stiff smile.“We have spotted rogue factions moving near the river,” Thorne continued, keeping his voice strictly professional. “If Red Hill does not reinforce its patrols, those rogues will bypass your borders and bleed into my territory.”Jaxon sat at the head of the table. He ignored his half-eaten steak.“Let them bleed,” Jaxon replied lazily.“Excuse me?” Thorne frowned, clearly taken aback by the dismissive tone.“I said, let them bleed into the river,” Jaxon repeated, leaning back in his tall chair. He stared blankly at the far wall, unfazed by his guest's concerns. “I have bigger issues to worry about than a few starving strays stealing cattle.”Sitting at the opposite end of the table, I

AUTHOR’S POVThe freezing winter wind howled across the massive stone courtyard, bitingfiercely at the faces of three thousand assembled wolves.Every single member of the Westwood pack stood silent in the deep snow. The common wolves, the elite guards, and the high council elders were all present. Nobody dared to speak. They stared up at the heavy wooden execution block constructed in the center of the yard.Three men knelt on the rough wood. Their hands were bound tightly behind their backs with heavy iron chains. Their faces were bruised, and they shivered violently in the freezing air.Standing on the high stone balcony overlooking the yard, Alpha Jacob Locke looked down at his people. He wore a heavy black wool coat, his pitch-black eyes scanning the massive crowd with absolute, unyielding dominance.“Listen to me very carefully,” Jacob projected his deep, vibrating voice. It echoed loudly off the high castle walls. “This pack was built on loyalty. It was built on absolute stre

ARIAThe heavy silk sheets tangled around my legs as the bright morning sun filtered through the tall frosted windows.My eyes were incredibly swollen. My head pounded with a dull, vicious ache. I lay flat against Jacob’s massive, bare chest, listening to the steady, heavy rhythm of his heartbeat. I had sobbed until my throat gave out last night. The terrifying image of Elara collapsing in the bloody snow played on a constant loop behind my closed eyelids.“You are awake,” Jacob’s deep voice rumbled softly against my ear.His large hand gently stroked my messy brown hair. He had not slept for a single second. He just held me tight the entire night, keeping my bruised body secure against his own.“Elara,” I choked out, pushing myself up frantically. “Is she dead? Jacob, tell me the truth!”“She is not dead, Aria,” Jacob promised quickly, grabbing my shoulders to calm my sudden panic. “She is in the medical wing. Doctor Vance operated on her for three hours.”“I need to see her,” I d

JACOB“Lock down every single gate in this fortress right now!” I roared, my voice echoing off the blood-stained walls of the dining hall.Marcus stepped over the melted corpse of the young guard, his sword drawn. “I already gave the order, Alpha. Nobody goes in or out. The heavy iron doors are sealed tight.”“Find out how that rogue got in,” I snarled, pointing a thick finger at the dead maid lying on the stone floor. “I want to know who gave her a uniform. I want to know who handed her that pitcher of boiling oil. Bring me names, Marcus!”“My men are tearing the kitchen apart as we speak,” Marcus promised, his scarred face tight with rage.Pacing the length of the room, my beast clawed at the inside of my skull. Someone bypassed my security again. They walked straight into my dining room and tried to melt my mate's face off. The heavy scent of cooked blood still hung in the air, making my stomach churn with violent intent.General Elias rushed through the double doors. He stopped an

ARIAShadows danced across the vaulted ceiling of the master suite.Waking up with a sharp, violent gasp, my chest heaved as if I had just run ten miles through thick snow. The massive bedroom sat in heavy darkness, illuminated only by the dying orange embers glowing inside the stone fireplace. A suffocating, unnatural silence hung in the freezing air.Reaching my hand out across the wide mattress, I expected to find thick muscle and radiating heat. My fingers met nothing but flat, cool silk.Jacob was gone.Sitting up quickly, I pushed the heavy blankets off my waist. The sudden drop in temperature made my bare arms erupt in goosebumps. I scanned the dim room, looking for his towering silhouette. The leather armchairs were empty. The space near the wardrobe was vacant.A deep, primal sense of wrongness settled heavy in my stomach.My heart picked up a frantic, uneven rhythm. Ever since the rogue maid died in the dining hall, my nerves were frayed raw. Every single shadow looked like