All Chapters of The Alpha's Seventh Luna : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

EVE I smoothed my tunic, forcing my fingers to stop trembling as I stood up from the bed. Kolton didn't move from the threshold. He stepped back just enough to let me pass, falling into stride beside me as we walked down the wide stone corridor. I kept my chin level, staring straight ahead, but my pulse was hammering in my throat. The image of those three photographs—and the brass ring from my childhood—refused to leave my mind. "Is that your main suite?" I asked, keeping my voice as light as I could manage. "Yes," Kolton said flatly. "Do you always sleep in that room?" "Yes." I cleared my throat, crossing my arms tightly over my chest. "And I suppose all six of your previous wives slept in that exact same bed…with you?" Kolton didn't turn his head. "They did. But I understand if you prefer to be slept with in the woods." "So you keep all your personal belongings in that wardrobe," I continued, taking a fast breath. "The things you value. The things you don't want anyone else

EVE Kolton emerged from the shadows of the hallway. He stopped a few feet away from me, his broad shoulders filling the narrow space. His gray eyes swept over my face, taking in my rigid posture before he gestured toward the open room. "Go inside," Kolton said, his voice deep and unreadable. "You need to take care of yourself. Take a bath and rest." I didn't move. I backed into the room, keeping my eyes fixed on him as he stepped over the threshold and closed the heavy oak door behind him. The iron latch did not slide shut this time, but the space between us immediately felt small and tight. "Did you know me before you met me in the woods that day?" I asked, my voice cutting cleanly through the quiet room. "How long did you know me?" Kolton stopped in his tracks. A look of genuine shock crossed his sharp features, his dark eyebrows pulling together. He looked at me, his gray eyes searching my face as if trying to figure out where the question came from. "What do you mean?" he ask

KOLTON "She is burning up, Alpha," the doctor said, pulling his hand back from Eve's forehead. I stood at the foot of the bed, my jaw clenched so tight my teeth ached. Eve lay propped up against the pillows, her skin pale, her eyes heavy, and her chest heaving with shallow breaths. But what caught my attention—what made the dark fury inside my chest roar to life—was the bright, glowing mark pulsing on the side of her neck. "What exactly is wrong with her?" I demanded, my voice cutting through the quiet room. "She was fine last night. I'm sure she was fine when I handed her to you, Sandra?" “Yes, Alpha,” Sandra said with a nod. The doctor adjusted his glasses, looking between me, Sandra, and Calvin, who were both standing near the stone fireplace. "It is mating withdrawal, Alpha Kolton," the doctor explained quietly. "Her body is in severe physical shock because she is pulling away mentally and physically from her mate." I froze. "Mating withdrawal?" "Yes," the doctor continu

EVE I stared up at Kolton as the words hung in the air between us. He froze. For a second, he didn’t move. He didn't even breathe. Then I let go of his shirt and he jerked backward, pulling away from me so fast. He turned on his heel and headed straight for the heavy oak doors. "Kolton, wait!" I called out, throwing the covers off my legs. My head throbbed, but I swung my feet over the side of the bed. He reached for the iron latch, his posture stiff, refusing to look back at me. "How are my pictures in your wardrobe?" I demanded, my voice cutting through the room. "And how did my missing artifact get into that same wardrobe?" Kolton stopped with his hand on the latch. He didn't turn around immediately, but his shoulders set into a hard line. "Those were not hidden, but they were not also meant for you to see," he said, his voice flat. "But since you've already seen them, figure out why they're there." He pulled the handle down to open the door. I sprang up from the

EVE "She tried to poison me!" I shouted as the heavy wooden door flew open. Robb and the other guard stepped into the bedroom, their swords half-drawn as they took in the scene. Broken porcelain and dark, smoking tea lay scattered across the stone floorboards right between me and Sandra. Sandra immediately covered her face with her hands, letting out a soft, trembling sob as she stumbled back toward the open doorway. "I did no such thing!" Sandra cried, looking at Robb with wide, frightened eyes. "The doctor brewed that tea himself to help with her fever! I was only delivering it on Kolton's orders, and she attacked me! She threw the cup at my face!" "You're lying!" I snapped, pointing at the dark stain on the floor. "That liquid is eating through the wood! Smell it!" Before Robb could say a word, heavy footsteps echoed down the stone corridor. Kolton walked into the room, his broad frame filling the doorway. His gray eyes swept over the broken pieces on the floor, then moved to