《The Alpha King's Dead Luna Return 》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

The grand packhouse of the Eclipsed Haven territory resembled a fortress of old wealth, but to Penelope, it felt like an executioner’s block.Even from a quarter-mile down the path, the heavy, suffocating layers of expensive perfumes, imported wine, and the crushing, dominant pheromones of visiting high-ranking Alphas hung thick in the damp air. The long gravel driveway was completely clogged with luxury black sedans. Everyone who held power in the supernatural world had arrived to watch Travis transition from the Alpha's son to the King of the territory.Penelope kept her hood pulled low over her silver hair, her worn boots making no sound as she slipped through the side entrance near the kitchens. She kept her head down, avoiding the gaze of the pack maids who rushed past her carrying silver trays of champagne. They didn't even notice her; she was just a ghost blending into the shadows of the long, carpeted corridors.Her right hand remained buried deep inside her jacket pocket, her

while Penelope collapsed against the wooden dresser, drowning in her own suffocating rage, the quiet Shenon didn't make a sound.She slowly knelt on the dusty floorboards, her silver-rimmed glasses slipping slightly down her nose as she reached beneath the dining table. Her fingers brushed against the cool, fractured silver chain Penelope had violently ripped off. She picked up the moonstone pendant, turning it over to reveal the elegant, intertwined PT engraving.A deep, protective sorrow settled into Shenon’s chest. She didn't believe Travis’s words. She had seen the way the future Alpha King looked at her sister—it wasn't the gaze of a man playing a game. But looking at Penelope’s hysterical, trembling form, Shenon knew there was no time to argue. To keep the precious token of her sister’s fated love safe from the panic, Shenon lifted the chain and fastened it securely around her own neck, tucking the pendant safely beneath her collar."Penelope, look at me," Shenon said softly, he

The rain did not stop for the coronation. It fell like heavy iron weights against the stained-glass windows of the Eclipsed Haven medical wing, but inside the private room, the only sound was the jagged, broken breathing of a man who had lost his soul.Travis knelt by the metal cot, his large frame hunched over, his hands trembling violently as he dipped a clean white cloth into a basin of warm water. The water immediately turned a swirling, murky brown.With agonizing slowness, he wiped a streak of cold, wet mud from the pale cheek of the girl lying before him. The face was identical to the one that had smiled up at him beneath the willow tree just hours ago. The long, silver-hair was tangled with wet pine needles and stained with the crimson hue of dried blood."Alpha... please, let the pack mortician handle the preparation," his Beta, Julian, whispered from the doorway, his voice thick with uncharacteristic pity. "The elders are waiting in the grand hall. The ascension ceremony can

the heavy, suffocating scent of thousands of white lilies filled the grand cathedral of the Eclipsed Haven. To the high-society guests filling the pews, it was a display of pure royal luxury. To Travis, the flowers smelled exactly like a funeral.He stood at the altar, his tall frame rigid beneath his tailored midnight-black suit. His hands were clasped firmly behind his back. Inside his right fist, hidden completely from the view of the flashing cameras and the smiling pack elders, his fingers were clenched tightly around the cold, sharp edges of the PT necklace.The silver chain bit deep into his calloused palm, drawing a tiny smear of blood, but he welcome the pain. It was the only thing keeping his inner wolf, Lycaon, from shifting right there on the altar and tearing the throat out of everyone in the room.She threw it in the trash.The young pup's words repeated in his mind like a rhythmic curse. Alishia had received this necklace from a rogue, and she had ordered her maid to du

The luxury SUV cruised down the isolated, two-lane northern highway at eighty miles per hour. The asphalt was a black ribbon cutting through hundreds of miles of dense, ancient pine forest—the territorial boundary separating the Eclipsed Haven Pack from Alishia’s family estate.Inside the heated leather cabin, the silence was deafening.Travis kept both hands gripped tightly on the steering wheel, his knuckles white, his silver eyes fixed entirely on the road ahead. He hadn't spoken a single word since they left the packhouse four hours ago. He was only making this trip because the regional pack alliance required a formal anniversary dinner with Alishia’s aristocratic parents.In the passenger seat, Alishia sat as far away from him as the leather bucket seat would allow. She was dressed in an expensive cream-colored designer coat, her diamond rings catching the filtered sunlight, but her face was tight with misery. Every time she tried to adjust the climate control or suggest a radio