Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE ALPHA WHO LOST HIS LUNA : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Kendrix's POV I didn't waste time greeting him. I picked up the printed paper from the desk and tossed it right across the wood so it landed near his boots.Garrick didn't look down at the paper right away. He kept his eyes fixed on my face, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his leather jacket. His shoulders were tense, and he didn't look like a man who had just enjoyed a quiet drive up the mountain."What is this?" Garrick asked, his voice sounding a little too calm, like he was trying hard not to show he was nervous."Read it," I told him, leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms over my chest. "It's a message sent from Victoria's wing to your private line late last night. Care to explain why you two are whispering behind my back?"Garrick finally looked down at the paper lying near his boots. I watched his face change. The color drained out of his cheeks, and his jaw tightened so hard I could see the muscle twitch. He didn't pick up the paper. He just stared at the

Kendrix's POV My hands stayed buried deep inside my coat pockets, and my boots made a steady, crunching sound against the frozen ground. Garrick’s confession from yesterday afternoon was still rattling around in my head. I had spent half the night staring at the ceiling of my room, replaying every word he said about that border patrol from five years ago. It was a messy, ugly story about a bad decision and men who died because a leader left his post.He had a reason for withdrawing from the family, and Victoria had found a way to use his guilt against him. It made sense, but something still felt wrong.Yet, as I walked past the empty horse paddocks, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that it was too neat. It tied up the loose end with Victoria and my brother, but it didn't touch the real reason my chest felt tight. It didn't explain why a little girl in the city had my jawline, or why my throat went completely dry every time I thought about those two photographs sitting in my desk

Kendrix's POV The fire in the stone hearth had burned down to a pile of grey embers by the time midnight rolled around, but the room still felt entirely too warm.I sat at my mahogany desk with my hands flat against the cold wood, staring down at a stack of logistics reports I hadn't read a single word of in two hours. The office was quiet, save for the steady ticking of the brass clock on the mantelpiece. Yet, no matter how hard I tried to focus on the paperwork, my mind kept drifting back to the sunny courtyard of the city school.“Are you going to come back and visit again?”Zoe’s small, innocent voice kept echoing against the walls of my head. And then there was my own voice, low and automatic, slipping past my lips before I could stop it: “Yes.”I rubbed a hand over my face, letting out a rough sigh that felt like it scraped the bottom of my lungs. I could still feel the phantom pressure of my fingers gripping the metal frame of my truck door, steadying myself against a wave of

Garrick's POV The sound hung in the air between us like a physical blow.Creak.I didn't breathe. My hand, which had been resting over Victoria's cold fingers just a second ago, froze completely. Victoria’s lips stayed parted right in the middle of her question, her dark eyes growing wide and fixed on the wooden door across the room.My heart hammered hard against my ribs, loud enough that I thought she must be able to hear it thumping through my chest.Someone was out there in the hallway.For three seconds, neither of us moved.Then came the faint rustle of fabric against the hallway wall.Footsteps. Moving away.I let go of Victoria’s hand. I didn't say a word. I just crossed the small room in two fast strides, my boots making no sound on the floorboards. My hand reached out, wrapped around the brass doorknob, and pulled it down without making a single click.With a sharp pull, I yanked the door open.The hallway was dim, lit only by the amber glow of the wall sconces. It appeared

Phoebe's POV The glass door of the conference room clicked shut, sealing in the silence left behind when Kendrix walked out.I didn't move. My fingers were clamped so hard around the edges of the green file folders that my knuckles felt stiff and aching. The sound of his heavy boots fading down the hallway echoed against the walls like a countdown."Mommy?"Zoe's small voice pulled me out of the haze. She was standing right beside my knees, looking up at me with her big brown eyes full of questions. She tilted her head, watching my pale face."Are you okay?" she asked, tugging softly on the hem of my grey blazer. "Did Mr. Kendrix make you mad?"My arms dropped the files onto the small art table with a sharp thud, and I sank down onto my knees. I pulled Zoe straight against my chest, wrapping my arms around her small shoulders so tight my muscles shook. I buried my face in her dark, curly hair, breathing in the scent of strawberry shampoo.I wasn't holding her just to comfort her. I