Todos os capítulos de The Alpha’s Secret Luna: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Tires screeched against the asphalt. The sound ripped through the air.The car slammed to a dead stop on the shoulder of the coastal highway.Momentum threw my body forward. I grabbed the door handle and held on. My face stayed completely blank."Strangers?"Kallum whipped around. His eyes burned bloodshot. His hands shook violently. His voice cracked: "Sierra, do you have to rip my heart out like this?!"I turned my head. I met his bloodshot wolf eyes.Pure agony filled his gaze. Every trace of his Alpha pride was dead and gone."I know... I know everything now." A strangled sob choked in his throat. He reached out with trembling fingers, begging just to brush my sleeve. "Four years ago in the Rockies! You tore your own wolf in half to save my life! Scarlett stole the empty vial and took the credit! She played me for four whole years! Sierra, I threw her out. She's exiled forever, I swear—""So what?"I cut him off. My voice was pure ice.Kallum froze. His hand hung dead in the air."

Six in the morning. The damp Seattle chill cut straight through my coat.I dragged my suitcase down the back alley.Inside my pocket sat a one-way ticket to Nice.Eighty million in severance was already safe in Swiss accounts. Once I boarded that eight o'clock flight, a whole ocean would sit between that man and me.I turned the corner. The metallic stench of fresh blood hit my nose.Four bodies lay sprawled on the wet concrete, dressed like black-market enforcers.Near the metal dumpster at the end of the alley, a man pulled a combat knife out of the last thug's chest.It was Kallum.His black coat hung in bloody shreds. Deep claw marks tore across his back, showing raw bone.The brutal backlash from our severed bond had starved him down to a shadow. His blade hand shook violently. Every time he dragged in a breath, dark blood dripped down his chin.He saw me. The feral murder in his eyes vanished.He snapped his spine straight, hiding his bloody fist behind his back like a guilty kid

A beat-up Toyota sat parked in the back alley.I opened the passenger door.The back seat smelled of sour mold and cheap, suffocating perfume.Scarlett huddled against the far door.Her coat was bargain-bin trash, covered in fuzz balls. Her greasy hair clung flat to her scalp. Across her right cheek, the cut from the dossier had turned into an ugly, blackened scab. It was infected, oozing pus along the swollen edges.On the island, she wore couture gowns and had freshly manicured nails. Now, her nails were broken down to the quick, caked in black grime.She saw me. Her knees buckled instantly, and she slid right off the seat onto the rubber mats.Her knees hit the floor with a dull thud."I'm giving the empty vial back to you."Her hands shook. She pulled a clear, scratched-up sterile tube from her pocket. "Four years ago in the Rockies blizzard... I walked in. You were already in shock. The empty vial was rolling right by your fingers."I didn't reach for it.My clutch rested in my la

"Ms. Vance, your seat has been moved to 1A. Here is your new boarding pass."The gate agent handed over a gold-trimmed ticket with both hands.I had booked regular economy, flying to Nice.A month ago, Kallum's stab wound and broken-bond backlash had finally stopped threatening his life. The day he left the hospital, he stood at the base of the Sanctuary steps. He watched me from a distance, never crossing that three-step line.He had said: "Safe travels, Sierra."His tone was guarded, just like a true stranger.I thought he was finally done. I thought he had let me go, and let himself go, too.I walked down the long jet bridge into the quiet first-class cabin.Seat 1A sat right by the window.Next to it, in the wide leather chair of 1B, a man sat with long legs crossed. He held the morning financial paper.Charcoal tailored suit. Black dress shirt. Two buttons left undone at his throat.His suit pants hid any trace of the knife wound in his leg. His frame was tall and broad. His jawli

"Ms. Vance, your standard single has been upgraded to our penthouse panorama suite. It includes round-the-clock thermal baths and a private butler."At the Valen Manor front desk, the clerk presented a gold-embossed keycard with both hands.Before I could grab it, a matte-black passport slid across the marble counter."Book the adjacent suite on the top floor. Charge it to my account." Kallum's voice sounded bored. He didn't even blink.I whipped around. I glared straight at him. "Kallum, did you set this up?""I own the estate." He slipped his passport away, a crooked smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. "Private land, bought three years ago. I happen to be staying here tonight, too. What a coincidence.""Save the coincidences. It's pathetic." A cold laugh broke from my throat."Back in the day, you cornered me seventy-three times in the Sanctuary corridors just to run into me." He didn't lose his temper. Instead, a rogue spark of pure amusement lit his eyes. "You were relentless