Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha King's Dead Luna Return : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

The iron gates of the Northern Ridge estate creaked open like jaws welcoming an unwanted guest. Alishia’s family mansion was a sprawling gothic palace of dark gray stone, built to showcase generations of aristocratic wealth. But to Travis, it was just another cage filled with people he despised.The luxury SUV ground to a halt on the pristine gravel driveway. Travis killed the engine, the heavy silence of the cabin immediately rushing back in. The phantom scent of freesia and rain from the highway still lingered in the back of his throat, fueling a dark, irritable fire beneath his skin.He didn't look at Alishia. He didn't offer to open her door. He simply unbuckled his seatbelt, stepped out into the freezing northern air, and slammed his door shut with enough force to make the glass rattle."Travis! Alishia! Welcome, my darlings!"Alishia’s mother, a sharply dressed, regal woman dripping in pearls, stepped onto the grand stone porch with a wide, practiced society smile. Behind her st

The heavy oak grandfather clock in the corridor struck 3:00 AM.Travis walked down the dim, carpeted hallway of the Northern Ridge mansion, his long strides slow and heavy. He had spent the last several hours in the private library, drowning his mind in whiskey, trying to erase the vivid image of the silver-haired phantom he had seen on the highway. His tailored suit jacket was draped loosely over his forearm, his collar unbuttoned.His fingers stayed anchored deep inside his pocket, resting against the cold metal edges of the hidden PT necklace. It was his only anchor to reality.As he neared the heavy double doors of Alishia’s private guest suite, his nostrils suddenly flared. His inner wolf, Lycaon, violently stood up inside his mind, letting out a low, predatory growl that vibrated straight through Travis’s ribs.The alcohol vanished from his system in an instant, replaced by an explosive rush of pure adrenaline.The air outside her door didn't smell like luxury lilies or lavender

The crystal ash tray on Travis’s massive walnut desk didn't shatter when it hit the floor, but the loud, metallic slam echoed violently through the top floor of the Eclipsed Haven corporate headquarters."I am not moving my entire life into a human penthouse just because your mother thinks the pack school isn't 'sophisticated' enough!" Alishia shrieked, her fingers digging so tightly into her leather designer handbag that the stitching began to snap.Travis didn't even look up from his laptop. His large, tailored frame sat perfectly rigid in his leather office chair, his jaw tightly clenched. He had spent the last several hours reviewing international shipping contracts and pack territory mergers. Over the last seven years, he had transformed the Eclipsed Haven Pack from a regional power into a massive corporate empire, but his heart was still completely dead.His hand remained deep inside his trouser pocket, his fingers resting directly against the cold, familiar metal edges of the h

The thin wooden door of the townhouse rattled as Penelope shoved the deadbolt into place. Her hands were shaking so violently that the cold brass key slipped from her fingers, clattering loudly onto the linoleum floor.She didn't pick it up. She leaned her back straight against the door, her chest heaving as she swallowed down a dry, jagged sob. Her lungs still burned from the sprint down the Sovereign Ridge emergency stairs, and the heavy, terrifying scent of cedarwood and crushed mint felt like it was caked into the very lining of her throat.He is here. In this city. Just blocks away.The dark gray hooded jacket she wore was soaked through with the city rain, clinging to her skin like a cold shroud. She pulled it off with frantic, clumsy movements, throwing it onto the floor as if the fabric itself were infected with Travis’s memory. She couldn't get the image of him out of her head—taller, more lethal, his silver eyes turning pitch-black as he lunged down that corridor. The same m

The heavy leather interior of the luxury limousine smelled of expensive polish, Alishia’s suffocatingly sweet French perfume, and the faint, bitter trace of her hidden anxiety.Travis sat perfectly rigid against the dark leather seat, his arms crossed over his chest. His piercing silver eyes were fixed entirely on the rain-slicked city streets blurring past the tinted window. His jaw was clenched so tightly that the muscles along his jawline throbbed with a slow, rhythmic ache.His right hand remained buried deep within the interior breast pocket of his tailored charcoal suit jacket, his fingers pressed firmly against the sharp, familiar edges of the hidden PT moonstone necklace. It was the only thing that kept him tethered to reality in this concrete prison.For seven years, this had been his life: a shifting landscape of international corporate mergers, boardroom battles, and aggressive border expansions. He had turned the Eclipsed Haven Pack into an untouchable billionaire empire.