Todos os capítulos de THE ALPHA WHO LOST HIS LUNA : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Phoebe's POV A tiny, bitter flare of ironic heat touched the back of my throat, but my face remained as smooth as polished ice. Five years ago, I had begged for protection inside his very castle. I had asked for safety while my body was weak, cold, and starving, and this pack had locked the iron doors and left me to die in the dark."I appreciate the offer of guards, Alpha," I said, leaning forward and resting my hands flat on the polished table, looking straight into his eyes. "But my company doesn't rely on vague promises of safety. I need hard guarantees written directly into clause four. If your border guards fail to secure the pass, or if any regional conflict disrupts my delivery schedule, my company retains full authority to divert our caravans through the western human territory without paying land tolls."Kendrix’s dark eyebrows pulled together, a look of genuine surprise crossing his sharp face. He wasn't used to human merchants pushing back against his authority, especiall

Kendrix's POV My fingers tapped a steady, restless rhythm against the edge of the mahogany table, making the tall glass of water beside my elbow rattle quietly. Sunlight filtered through the tall arched windows of the estate conference room, catching the dust motes floating in the cool morning air. Around the table, seven people were talking about border security and supply transport schedules, but their voices sounded muffled and distant, like rain hitting a roof three rooms away."The border routes are clear through the lower valley, Alpha," Arthur Vance said, holding up a long sheet of parchment stamped with blue ink. He leaned forward, smiling politely at the elders sitting across from him. "Ms. Beckett’s drivers have already established three fueling stations along the western ridge. We just need to confirm the safety protocols for the escort teams."Marcus leaned back in his heavy chair, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "My guards aren't going to sit around waiting for

Phoebe's POV The heavy wooden front door shut behind me, dropping a quiet, suffocating blanket over my private penthouse apartment. Warm amber light glowed soft and yellow in the foyer, but cold air seemed to follow me inside, clinging to the dark fabric of my wool coat like a ghost."Ms. Beckett?" Mrs. Gable, my nanny, stepped out from the hallway leading to the back bedrooms, wiping her hands on a small apron. "You're home early tonight. Zoe just finished her warm milk."My hands stayed buried deep inside my coat pockets, my fingers clamped tight around my key ring until the brass edges bit painful grooves into my palm. "Is she asleep, Mrs. Gable?""Almost," the older woman replied, her kind eyes narrowing slightly as she took in my stiff posture and pale face. She reached out, gesturing toward my shoulders. "Let me take your coat for you, dear. You look frozen through.""No, thank you," my voice came out thin, like brittle glass ready to snap under the slightest touch. "I can take

Kendrix's POV Heavy wool carpet muffled our footsteps as Elder Rosalind and I walked down the quiet, sunlit corridor of the main estate. High stone arches looked out over the inner courtyard, where two young guards were sweeping away golden autumn leaves."The northern border patrols reported another quiet night, Kendrix," Elder Rosalind murmured, her soft, wrinkled hands folded neatly over her dark wool shawl. She was the oldest living member of our council, a woman who had held me in her arms when I was a tiny pup, and the only person in this castle who still called me by my first name without adding my title. "The guards appreciate the extra rations you approved for the mountain watch."A small, easy smile touched my lips. Walking with Rosalind always felt like stepping away from the cold, heavy demands of being Alpha. "They work hard out there in the wind, Rosalind. A warm meal is the least we can give them before the snow hits.""You have a good heart, child," she said softly,

Kendrix's POV Amber liquid splashed quietly against the thick crystal glass in my right hand, the heavy ice cubes clinking as the amber whiskey settled. Firelight danced across the polished stone walls of my private study, casting long, jumping shadows across the tall leather armchairs and dark mahogany bookshelves.Out the wide glass balcony doors, the night air was completely dark and quiet, carrying the faint, distant scent of pine needles and damp earth. A cold wind rattled the glass panes softly, but the heavy velvet curtains kept the chill outside where it belonged.Swirling the dark drink in my hand, my gaze drifted down to the crackling logs in the fireplace, watching the bright red sparks fly up the dark chimney before vanishing into smoke. My head felt thick and heavy with thoughts that refused to stay still.Elder Rosalind's gentle words from this morning kept repeating inside my mind, ringing loud and clear above the quiet snap of the burning wood.We raised her for it si