Todos los capítulos de The Alpha's Vengeful Luna: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 6

Chelsea Wren POV“Where is he?” I mutter under my breath, my fingers tightening on the skirt of my pure white mate gown.I stand just inside the doorway of Moonlace Atelier, the heavy fabric weighing on my skin. Five minutes ago, a text lit up my screen. Everett Sloan claimed he couldn't wait another second to see me in the gown, prompting me to rush downstairs without a second thought.Now, the view through the window shows me exactly why he’s late.Everett stands with his back to the glass, his lips locked with another woman’s. The female in his arms turns her head just enough to meet my eyes. Cressida Wynn smiles—a slow, sharp curve full of pure triumph.My knees nearly give out. The gown suddenly feels like a set of heavy chains.“I can’t believe how stupid I was,” I grit out through clenching teeth.My half-blood pack sister sent the text. Of course she did. Cressida always needs an audience for her victories. First, she and her mother stole my father Gideon’s affection. Now, she

Chelsea Wren POV“Look who finally decided to show her face.”Cressida’s voice floats from the living room the second Chelsea pushes open the door of the pack residence.Gideon Wren sits between Prudence and Cressida like the three of them form a perfect little pack. Laughter still hangs in the air. Chelsea’s wolf bristles hard. She shuts the door and heads straight for the stairs without a word.“Stop right there.” Gideon’s shout cracks across the room.Chelsea turns halfway. “What do you want?”“You vanished all night and stroll in like this house is a hotel. No greeting. No respect. Do you have any love left for your family?”Chelsea’s laugh is pure ice. “Family? My mother is long gone. The male who calls himself my father might as well be dead too.”Gideon slams his palm on the table. “How dare you, ungrateful girl!”Cressida rubs his back with soft, practiced care. “Dad, don’t let her get to you.”Prudence rises, voice dripping false concern. “Chelsea, that is no way to speak to

Chelsea Wren POV“Stay with me for a few nights.”Honora Finch plants herself in front of Chelsea at the gates of Wrencrest Media House, arms crossed. Dusk settles over the district.Chelsea shakes her head. “I can handle Cressida. She does not scare me.”Honora’s brow furrows. “That half-blood will not stop. Your pack residence is her territory right now. One call and I am there. Promise me.”“I promise. Go home. I will be fine.”Honora searches her face one last time, then sighs. “All right. Text me when you get in.”They part. Chelsea turns toward the street.A black pack vehicle glides to the curb. The rear door opens. Angus Reid steps out and bows his head.“Luna Crowhurst. The Alpha is waiting.”Chelsea’s steps freeze for half a second. She slides into the back seat. Alastair Crowhurst sits like the vehicle was built around him, dark eyes already on her.The door shuts. The vehicle pulls away.Chelsea glances sideways. “You did not leave after the meeting?”“I waited.” His voice