Todos os capítulos de THE ALPHA WHO LOST HIS LUNA : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Kendrix's POV The rain stopped tapping against the tall study windows, leaving behind a thick, suffocating silence. The oil lamp flickered out, and grey morning light began to crawl across the stone floor, touching the edges of the desk where Luke had left the open manila folder.Sitting alone in the high-backed leather chair, my hands rested flat on the cold wood. My body felt surprisingly light, as if a heavy anchor tied to my ribs for five long years had finally snapped clean off.There was no shouting left inside me. No blind rage waiting to explode. Something deep inside my mind had simply given way, breaking apart so quietly that not a single sound escaped my lips.Five years. I had spent half a decade blaming the cruel winter wind, blaming the endless mountain wilderness, and blaming my own foolish weakness for letting Phoebe slip through my fingers into the snow. Every night, I had cursed the gods for taking her away, believing I was a failed Alpha who couldn't protect the wo

Kendrix's POV Morning mist clung heavily to the manicured boxwood hedges of the inner estate garden, turning the ancient stone statues into ghostly grey shapes in the pale dawn. The air smelled of wet soil and cold pine needles.Standing beside the stone fountain, Victoria wore a cream-colored wool coat over her silk dress, her golden hair pinned back with neat silver combs. She held a pair of silver pruning shears, delicately clipping the dead leaves off a cluster of late-season white roses as if today were just another quiet, peaceful Tuesday in the mountains.My boots crunched softly against the gravel path as I walked toward her."Good morning, Kendrix," Victoria said without turning around, her voice smooth, sweet, and perfectly measured. "You're up unusually early. Is the transport meeting with Beckett Trade making you nervous?"Stopping three paces away from her, my hands remained shoved deep into the pockets of my dark wool coat. My face didn't move. My eyes stayed locked on

Kendrix's POV Morning frost clung to the tips of the boxwood hedges in the inner estate garden, turning the gravel paths into a field of white needles. The air was so cold that every breath I exhaled turned into a thick cloud of grey vapor.Victoria stood frozen beside the stone fountain, her pale blue eyes wide with terror, her hands trembling as she tried to find a defense for the falsified search records lying open in my mind. She had expected anger. She had expected me to shout, to slam doors, or to demand her immediate banishment from the high council.Instead, I gave her nothing. Just a cold, steady stare that cut right through her carefully built armor.Before she could form another excuse—before she could spin another web of delicate, rehearsed lies to save her place on the throne—fast, heavy footsteps crunched rapidly against the gravel path behind us.Gamma Luke burst into the garden, breathing hard, his dark wool cloak flying open in the cold wind. He didn't look at Victor

Kendrix's POV Cold autumn wind whipped across the gravel courtyard of the Edison Pack stables, tearing at the dark wool of my coat. Heavy combat boots hit the packed earth as elite pack warriors strapped their silver gear into place, moving with the cold, absolute discipline of men marching toward a war zone."Beta Marcus has already secured the advance perimeter vehicles," Luke reported, stepping up beside me with a thick leather ledger tucked under his arm. His breath plumed into thick white clouds in the freezing morning air. "The transport caravan is fueled, the guard rotation is locked down, and we can roll out for the city within the hour."My jaw tightened as I checked the brass buckle on my heavy leather sword belt. "Good. Double the watch on the eastern supply gates before we leave. I want no loose ends while we're away from the estate."Instead of turning away to carry out the order, Luke hesitated. His boots scraped awkwardly against the gravel, and a tight, uncomfortable

Phoebe's POV The door clicked shut with a final, echoing thud, sealing off the front hallway from the cold mountain wind outside. Kendrix was gone, his black utility vehicle rolling away down the suburban street, yet the air inside the house still felt charged with a dangerous, snapping static electricity.Standing frozen in the entryway, my fingers dug so hard into my palms that my fingernails bit sharply into the skin.He didn't know. I told myself the words over and over, whispering them like a desperate prayer to the empty walls. He's just an Alpha from the high peaks. He doesn't see children often. Men from the mountains are awkward around kids. It was just surprise. Nothing more.My mind raced frantically, twisting and turning through a hundred weak excuses, desperately trying to talk me out of the cold, sick horror that had pooled in my stomach the second Kendrix's dark eyes locked onto Zoe. I wanted to believe my own lies. I wanted to convince myself that my instincts were ju