Todos os capítulos de THE ALPHA WHO LOST HIS LUNA : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Phoebe's POV Crystal chandeliers blazed high above the grand ballroom floor, casting bright golden sparks over silk gowns, velvet tuxedos, and endless rows of silver champagne flutes. The autumn gala was every bit as tedious as the boutique fitting room had promised. Old men with expensive silver watches talked loudly about real estate taxes, while women with painted smiles traded icy compliments about each other's jewelry.Standing near a marble pillar, I held a glass of sparkling water and wore the polite, practiced smile I'd perfected over years of corporate events."Ah, Ms. Beckett! I didn't expect to see you tonight," a rich, booming voice chuckled from my left.Turning my head, Mr Sterling appeared with his wife, smiling warmly. "I'm just enjoying the quiet view, Sterling," I replied, smoothing my skirt with a calm, polite smile."Quiet? With three hundred city council members in the room?" Sterling laughed, shaking his head. "Well, if you get bored of the municipal tax debate

Phoebe's POV Morning sunlight bounced off the glass towers of Beckett Trade Solutions, filling my private office with a bright, steady glow. Stacks of leather-bound shipping ledgers sat neatly on the polished black desk, waiting for my signature."The regional grain tariffs have been approved by the municipal board, ma'am," Sarah announced, stepping into the room with a neat white folder. Her dark eyes looked tired, and a small frown pulled at the corners of her mouth as she set the folder down beside my computer.Lifting my pen, a warm smile touched my lips. "That's excellent news, Sarah. With those tariffs locked in, our transport profit margins for the upcoming winter quarter will easily exceed projections."Sarah didn't smile back. Instead, she crossed her arms over her grey wool jacket, her fingers tapping a slow, nervous rhythm against her sleeve."I wish I had more good news, Ms. Beckett, but we have a growing problem," Sarah said, her voice dropping into a quiet, serious tone

Kendrix's POV Shadows lengthened across the stone floor of the lower armory as torches flickered against the damp walls. The heavy smell of gun oil and cold iron hung thick in the air.Footsteps echoed softly down the vaulted hallway, and Garrick stepped out from the shadows near the weapon racks, a short steel dagger in his hand. He was cleaning the blade with an oily rag, his dark eyes catching the orange torchlight with a lazy, mocking glint."Looking for me, brother?" Garrick asked, not even bothering to look up as he wiped the metal edge. "Or did the harvest feast get too loud for our noble Alpha?"Closing the distance between us, my boots clicked rhythmically against the stone. My face remained a mask of calm indifference, hiding the raging storm underneath my skin. "The feast is fine, Garrick. I just needed some quiet air. And a word with you."Garrick paused, turning the dagger over in his calloused hands. A slow, knowing smirk played at the corner of his mouth. "Quiet air?

Kendrix's POV Heavy shadows stretched across the stone floor of the private war room, lit only by the flickering golden flame of a single oil lamp. Outside, the night air was dead quiet, but inside my chest, a storm of dark, restless suspicion had been raging for two full days.Garrick’s hesitation in the armory—that unnatural half-second pause before he gave his answer—had been eating away at my mind. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his smug smirk, and every time I reviewed the military logs, the impossible dates screamed louder in my ears. I couldn't sit with it anymore. Waiting for the trade meeting felt like standing on glass waiting to shatter.Heavy footsteps echoed down the stone corridor outside the heavy oak door.Luke stepped into the room, closing the door softly behind him and sliding the iron latch into place. He looked tired, his sharp grey eyes scanning my face with quiet concern as he walked over to the wooden table."You wanted to see me, Alpha Kendrix?" Luke aske

Kendrix's POV Heavy rain lashed against the tall stained-glass windows of my private study, turning the dark night outside into a blur of grey shadows. The fire in the stone hearth crackled and popped, throwing dancing orange light across the heavy mahogany desk where I sat staring at the closed door.Three days. Luke had only been gone three days to dig into the old search archives and the border exit ledgers. In our world, an investigator didn't return early unless he had found something heavy, something dark, or something dangerous.The iron latch clicked softly, and the heavy oak door swung open.Gamma Luke stepped inside, shaking the wet rain from his dark wool cloak before tossing it over the back of an armchair. He didn't offer a greeting, and he didn't smile. His face looked like carved stone, pale and drawn tight under the flickering lamp light. Without waiting to be invited, he pulled out the wooden chair opposite my desk and sat down heavily, leaning forward with his elbow