All Chapters of Three Alphas, One Broken Luna : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Erica's POV The moment the door shut, I paused and used my heightened hearing to make sure no one was eavesdropping. I even sniffed the air to be sure no one was around, before bursting into laughter. Oh my goodness, I was incredibly good, so good that I never knew I could put on such a display. The trembling of my hands, the fear in the triplets' eyes. The things I scattered around and how I acted with Gabriel. It was all perfect. Just thinking about Gabriel's performance almost made me laugh again. He sounded so confused. Poor Alpha, he had no idea he was being played like a perfectly tuned violin. A soft knock tapped on the door in a pattern only two people knew. I smirked. Enter. The door creaked open, and two ladies walked in, Nora and Lolita, my two loyal handmaids, and the only ones in this cursed place who knew the truth. Nora balanced a tray with steaming food, roasted lamb, seasoned vegetables and fresh bread, while Lolita carried a jug of fruit-infused water and a

Erica's POV Erica, honey, can you hear me? It's me, your mom.My mom's panicked voice flooded the Mind Link. Are you okay? What's happening? Do you remember me? It's your.Mom. I frowned.I'd forgotten to tell her about my plan. Mom, calm down. I'm fine. I sent back softly.There was a beat of silence, then a shaky sigh of relief on her end. You're sure?Alpha Max just linked me. He said, you have amnesia, false memories.That's what I want them to think, Mom, I murmured, keeping my voice low as I walked to the window. But I'm fine. I'm completely fine.I could feel her confusion pulsing through the link. What, Erica? What are you talking about?I let out a slow breath, watching the wind rustle the leaves outside.Pretending, faking the memory loss. It's all part of the plan to make them let me go. Erica.Her voice dropped to a whisper. You're lying to your mates, to your alphas. Yes, I said. My voice firm, cold.It's the only way they'll ever let me go. If they think I don't rememb

Chris's POV We were clearly giving Erica a headache, so we finally backed off and gave her some space. Retreating down the hall to the study, I made a beeline for the bar, grabbing a bottle of gin and pouring myself a stiff drink. Did she really never open them? A heavy, confusing feeling settled in my gut. Didn't feel right. I, I got a response from her, I said. My voice asked me with uncertainty. Max's head snapped toward me. His eyes wide. Me too. He said, got one. A couple of hours after we gave her the gifts, actually, Ken nodded slowly. Same. And her reply made it pretty damn obvious she'd seen my gift. The room went silent again. None of it added up. If she never opened the gifts, how the hell did she respond to us? Ken rubbed his forehead. Maybe her memory's just that screwed up, he muttered. We have to remember. She's not the same person. We can't trust what she remembers. But I shook my head, a firm no, that's not it. Max was just as certain. She remembered the wra

Erica's POV Sunlight sliced through the curtains, forcing my eyes open for a second. I just lay there, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling. The weight of last night, pressing down on me. Then it hit me. The space behind me was cold. No arm around my waist, no hand on my skin, my. Eyes flew open, and I shot up in bed. Shit. I fell asleep. Fuck. I spun around. The bed was empty, but his scent, musk and pine, was still tangled in the sheets. He couldn't have been gone long. I shoved the blankets away and dropped onto the edge of the bed, burying my face in my shaking hands. This wasn't the plan. I wasn't supposed to feel this way, to let him touch me like that, to want it. I had a reason for being here. A mission. My father, the safe, the file. Shoving all thoughts of Chris aside, I slipped off the bed. I crouched by the small cabinet and went for the third drawer on the left. I pulled it. Could open just enough to slide my hand in, my fingers fumbling in the dark space behind

Erica POV I turned to Chris. His intense gaze hadn't left me. I'd like to speak with my husband, Alpha Gabriel. I said. My voice soft but firm. In private, his jaw clenched, and for a split second, I saw him hesitate. His finger. Drummed against the table before he finally reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He held it out to me, Gabriel's contact info glowing on the screen. Here, he said, his voice flat. You can call him when you get to your room. I stared at the phone in his hand as a warning bell screamed in my head. What if it's bugged, tracked? I forced a small, polite smile, burying the suspicion that was clawing its way up my throat. Thank you, I murmured. Taking the phone gently. I didn't dial. I just stared at the number on the screen, chanting it in my head, burning it into my memory. Plus six, four. Nine, three. My eyes traced each digit like it was a lifeline I would not forget. Once I was sure I had it, I handed the phone back to Chris. My express