All Chapters of Three Alphas, One Broken Luna : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Max's POV As the door slammed behind our enraged mother, Becky turned to us, desperate. I would say it hasn't been easy. I have a strong voice when I speak, so I believe I have the gift that commands respect, and then when I speak, will actually listen to me also, because I know what I'm doing. If you have to make a compromise to. Get the job. To keep the job, you will have to make that compromise as well. One thing is important. Be good at what you are doing. Find excellence. Be an excellent person. You don't have to be known for everything. But if you're known for one thing that's very important, anybody that you see who's up there, do not get there. By chance or overnight. If you're working in an organization and there's no compliance culture, as a compliance person, you will struggle, because as a complex person, you have to be. You have to have product knowledge, and you have to be a business person, lawyers and complaints who are directed to do compliance. The way complia

Erica's POV I took the envelope from Max's hand. My finger is brushing his for a moment. There was something so heavy in his eyes, like this one small paper held a piece of his soul. Just then, Ken walked in. He didn't speak, just quietly held out another envelope. It was the same colour, the same handwriting on the front. I swallowed hard, a strange tightness forming in my chest. Something inside me told me whatever was inside these envelopes. I had seen it before. In Chris's room. I looked down at Max's envelope. Slowly, carefully, I opened it. Inside was a letter folded neatly. My heart thudded as I unfolded the paper and began to read what he wrote to me all those years ago. Happy birthday, my Ali. I wish I could stop feeling this way. I've tried. Goddess knows. I've tried. You weren't supposed to matter this much to me. Not like this. We are young. Friends. But something changed, and I didn't know how to stop it. I started noticing everything about you, your smile. Th

Erica's POV Chris growled and moved forward, grabbing Becky by both arms, his fingers digging into her skin. His eyes were blazing gold. Now, his anger barely contained. You're lying. He snarled. You can't be pregnant. I am. Becky cried, shrinking under the weight of his glare. I swear I am. You can call the healer to confirm it. Ken let out a string of curses, pacing furiously at the far end of the room. Max turned away, raking a hand through his hair, his shoulders rising and falling as if he couldn't breathe. None of them looked at me, not once. They were too focused on her, on the chaos she had dropped at their feet like a bomb. I never wanted children with you. Chris spat, his voice trembling, not now, not ever. Becky flinched, but didn't back down. It's not about what you want anymore. Chris, what's done is done. I'm carrying your pups. No, no damn way. Max snapped. This wasn't supposed to happen. We were careful. We didn't want. You didn't want me, Becky cut in, but y

Ken's POV I watched with a sinking feeling as my mate left the room with our uncle, Damien, off to a shared guest room in our own home, no less. I turned my anger, snapping back into place like a blade. I want to talk to Becky now. Becky was in her room, laid up in her bed like a princess. I would say it has a meaning. I have a strong voice when I speak, so I believe I have the gift side of her, surrounded by. Told from Ken's perspective. Watched with a sinking feeling as my mate left the room with our uncle, Damien. I would say it has so off to a ship. Watched with a sinking feeling as my mate left the room with our uncle, Damien. Off to a shared guest room in our own home. No less. I turned. My anger snapping back into place like a blade. I want to talk to Becky now. Becky was in her room, laid up in her bed like a princess. The sight of her surrounded by luxurious mounds of silken sheets and pillows made me sick. You deceitful snake. I roared, storming toward her, but m

Erica's POV Damien at least had granted me enough respect to allow me to return to my old room. I needed time to think, to process all that had unfolded today. Could Lady Fiona really be behind all this? Could she really undermine her own sons? And to what end? But then the door to my room pushed open, and Lady Fiona walked in. Our eyes met, and I didn't bother hiding the frown on my face. She moved from the door and slowly sat beside me on the bed. I shifted a little, creating space between us. Erica, I'm glad that you're back. I was so worried. She said. Her voice soft as though laced with genuine concern. But I wasn't moved. Was this concern real, or was it just another performance? I can tell that you have something to say. I said, cutting to the point, my tone harsh. She sighed, nodding slowly. It's about Becky. She began. My frown deepened, and I turned sideways to meet her gaze. And what about Becky? I asked. My tone already sharp with anger. She hesitated just for a