All Chapters of Runaway Luna is Hiding the Alpha's Heir: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

RuelleThe vehicle passed through a pair of tall iron gates and continued along a private road lined with carefully trimmed trees. Rain streaked the tinted windows, blurring my view of the estate until the mansion appeared through the gray curtain.It was enormous.The sprawling three-story structure was made of pale stone and dark glass, its sharp modern design softened only by the ivy climbing one wing. Men in dark uniforms guarded the entrance, some carrying guns while others relied on the far more dangerous weapons hidden beneath their skin, their wolves.The SUV stopped beneath the covered entrance. The werewolf who had captured me climbed out first, then dragged me after him by the arm.His fingers dug into my flesh through my damp blouse. I wanted to struggle, but I forced myself to remain still. Fighting him now would only waste what little strength I had left.I couldn’t outrun a werewolf in my current condition, especially with my hands tied and half the estate watching. My

PierceBy late afternoon, I had spent more than six hours inside the regional council complex two cities north of Crescent City.The chief official presented one case after another while prosecutors questioned suspects and witnesses beneath the watchful eyes of the council. Because several of the cases involved crimes committed across pack territories, my presence had been requested as Blackthorn’s Alpha.I sat at the long table reserved for ruling Alphas, watching the proceedings with growing impatience. Most of the accused were guilty. I could smell their fear every time they lied, yet the prosecutors continued asking the same questions in different forms as though repetition might somehow force the truth from their mouths.The final hearing concerned the movement of illegal funds through Crescent City. Several shell businesses and private accounts had been traced back to people employed by Councilman Lowe. There still wasn’t enough evidence to accuse Lowe directly, but there was mo

Ruelle Consciousness returned through pain.My head throbbed so badly that opening my eyes made my stomach turn. For several seconds, I could do nothing but breathe through my nose and wait for the room to stop spinning.Then I tried to move.Rope cut into my wrists. I was tied to a chair in Councilman Lowe’s study. My wrists had been secured to the armrests, while another length of rope crossed my waist and bound me to the back of the chair. Even my ankles were tied together.They had taken no chances this time.A thick strip of cloth had been knotted between my teeth, its coarse fabric rubbing against the tender corners of my mouth. My jaw still ached from where Lowe’s enforcer had struck me earlier, and something warm and sticky had dried along the side of my face.I remembered the blue light gathering around me. The incantation. Councilman Lowe and his enforcer pinned against the wall as I prepared to curse their legs.Then Lowe had looked over my shoulder. Someone had struck me

PierceBy seven that evening, every taxi that had traveled along Crescent City’s northern forest route was lined up inside the municipal transport depot.The directive had gone out less than an hour earlier, issued through my office and enforced by the city council. All drivers who had used the road between noon and sunset were ordered to report with their vehicles for immediate inspection.Emergency inspections rarely happened at night. They certainly didn’t shut down an entire depot without explanation.No one had dared refuse.When my car entered the lot, dozens of drivers stood beside their vehicles beneath the harsh white lights. Council investigators moved between the rows, checking license numbers, dashboard cameras, and route records.Lawrence stepped out beside me.His expression was stern, but mine must have been worse. The drivers nearest us lowered their eyes the moment I approached. Even the human ones could sense the pressure of my wolf, though they likely had no idea wh

RuelleCouncilman Lowe remained on his knees, his broken wrists hanging uselessly at his sides.When he tried to rise, Pierce placed one boot over his hand and pressed down. Lowe cried out as the bones in his wrist twisted beneath Pierce’s weight.“I didn’t know!” Lowe gasped. “I didn’t know she was connected to you. If I had known, I never would have touched her.”Pierce’s expression didn’t change.“Please, Alpha. We can resolve this without further violence!”A quiet, humorless laugh left Pierce. “Now you want to avoid violence?”His voice was calm, yet it frightened me more than if he had shouted. Shadow fire moved around his feet in thin trails, spreading over the carpet without burning it. The darkness seemed alive, drawn to Lowe’s fear.Pierce glanced at me.His gaze paused on my swollen cheek, then lowered to the marks left by the whip. Whatever restraint remained in his face disappeared.“Kidnapping a woman from a public road. Holding her against her will. Assaulting her.” Pie