Todos los capítulos de THE ALPHA WHO LOST HIS LUNA : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Kendrix's POV The heavy wooden door of my private study creaked open, breaking the silence of the afternoon. I sat at my large mahogany desk, rubbing my tired eyes while reviewing the latest southern patrol logs. The parchment was old and crinkled, covered in neat ink marks from the border guards."Alpha," a deep, familiar voice called out.I looked up to see my half-brother, Garrick, stepping into the room. He wore his dark guard armor, the silver clasps gleaming under the light of the iron chandelier. His short brown hair was slightly messy from outdoor training, and a thin white scar cut across his left cheek—a permanent reminder of the rogue-wolf campaign five years ago. He held a thick roll of maps under his arm, looking as serious and loyal as he always did."Garrick," I said, leaning back in my leather chair. "Shut the door. We need to talk about the southern river route."Before Garrick could step forward, the study door swung open wider, and little Julian came running in.

Kendrix's POV The polished silver fork in my hand felt heavy, cold, and entirely useless."The regional board is expecting us to sign the trade extension by Tuesday, Kendrix," Victoria said, her voice floating across the white tablecloth like a smooth, practiced song. She took a delicate sip of red wine from her crystal glass, her bright blue dress catching the soft glow of the restaurant chandeliers. "My father says the council is very pleased with your leadership this month.""That's good," I murmured, not looking at her.We sat at a quiet corner table inside The Glass Lantern, the most expensive dining room in the city. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, and rich businessmen in dark silk suits spoke in quiet, respectful whispers. I had told Victoria and my guards that I chose this place to discuss pack business in a neutral human space. I had told myself it was just a coincidence that my scouts reported the head of Beckett Trade Solutions ate lunch here every Thursda

Phoebe's POV "We have a problem, Phoebe," Sarah said, dropping a thick manila folder onto my glass desk. She didn't sit down. Her hands were shaking, and her face was as pale as a sheet of white paper.I set my golden fountain pen down, looking up from my weekly earnings report. "What is it, Sarah? Did the mountain transport vans run into a snowstorm?""No," Sarah whispered, leaning over the desk so her voice wouldn't carry past the frosted office doors. "I just got a call from Mrs. Gable's old neighbor down in the border town. A man came by her house early this morning. He was asking questions about you, Phoebe. Specific questions."My heart gave a sharp, violent thud against my ribs, making my breath catch in my throat. I smoothed down the lapel of my silk jacket, trying desperately to keep my face calm and smooth. "What kind of questions?""He wanted to see the old medical logs from six years ago," Sarah said, her voice dropping even lower. "He asked about the night Zoe was born.

Kendrix's POV The morning sun was just beginning to peek over the jagged mountain peaks, casting long, orange shadows across the polished floor of my private office. Cool air drifted through the cracked window, carrying the smell of damp pine needles and wet dirt from the courtyard below.I sat at my mahogany desk, staring at a stack of border patrol reports I hadn't read. My eyes burned from lack of sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I kept seeing those sharp brown eyes from the elevator, staring at me with a cold, deep anger that cut straight through my ribs.A soft knock rattled the wooden door."Come in," I said, my voice heavy and dry.The door pushed open, and one of the hotel staff members—a young human girl named Maya who worked the front desk at The Grand Continental—stepped into the room. She looked nervous, her hands fidgeting with the apron around her waist as she bowed her head respectfully."Good morning, Alpha Kendrix," Maya said softly, keeping her eyes fixed on the

Phoebe's POV My hand pressed flat against the dark leather folder on my lap, steadying it even though the smooth black car wasn't shaking at all. I stared out the tinted side window as the sleek black sedan swept past the final stone checkpoint, where two heavy-set guards in dark wool coats watched our arrival with cold, watchful eyes. I closed my eyes for a single second, taking a long, slow breath, running through my quiet mantra like a rhythm against my ribs. This is just business. You are Phoebe Beckett. You are the chief executive officer of Beckett Trade Solutions, and this is just a trade contract."The pack logistics team is already waiting inside the main conference hall, Ms. Beckett," Sarah murmured from the seat beside me, her fingers clicking rapidly against her digital tablet. Her voice sounded thin, carrying that tight, nervous edge she always got whenever we crossed close to wolf territory. "Our legal team cleared the final escort clauses ten minutes ago. All we need