Todos os capítulos de THE ALPHA WHO LOST HIS LUNA : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Kendrix's POV The phone felt heavy in my hand, the small plastic body warming from the heat of my palm as the call disconnected with a soft click.I stood right outside the heavy glass revolving doors of the Beckett Trade building, the cold autumn wind whipping my dark wool coat against my shins. Across the busy street, cars honked in the midday traffic, and people in grey suits rushed past with coffee cups in their hands. Everything around me looked ordinary, normal, and loud.My chest felt completely hollow.I hadn't planned on calling her like that. Ten minutes ago, when I walked out of the top-floor office after seeing Zoe coloring with that red pencil, my head was spinning. I had walked straight down to the elevator, rode it down to the lobby, and climbed into my truck. I told myself I was going to drive back to the estate, clear my head, and figure out how an Alpha was supposed to handle the discovery that he had a secret child hidden in the city.Instead, I pulled my phone out

Kendrix's POV The world outside my window turned into a long, blurry streak of grey pine trees and wet asphalt.My foot pushed the gas pedal all the way down to the floorboards. The heavy engine of my truck screamed, shaking so hard I could feel the vibrations right through the soles of my boots. Every second that ticked away on the dashboard clock felt like a knife twisting in my chest.Beside me, Phoebe leaned forward, her hands clenched in her lap, knuckles white. She wasn't crying, but her ragged breathing betrayed her fear."Faster," she whispered, her voice shaking violently as we took another sharp mountain curve on two wheels. "Kendrix, please. Make it faster.""We're already pushing eighty," I told her, my own voice coming out harsh and tight. My hands locked onto the steering wheel so hard my arms ached all the way up to my shoulders. "We're almost at the ridge road."It didn't make any sense, and I didn't care anymore. The excuses were gone.We tore around the final bend o

Phoebe's POV My eyes stayed locked on Declan Voss as he stood there between the two Edison Pack guards.Up close, the cut above his eyebrow looked nasty, and his expensive grey suit was ruined by dirt and dried mud. But it wasn't the blood or the dirt that made my stomach turn over. It was the frantic, wild look in his eyes. He wasn't acting like a proud corporate rival who had just executed a clever takeover. He looked like a cornered animal that had run out of holes to hide in."Let go of his arms," I said, my voice cutting sharply through the quiet room.Marcus glanced over at Kendrix for approval. Kendrix stood two steps behind me, his big shoulders tense and his jaw clenched like stone, but he gave Marcus a short, sharp nod. The two guards loosened their grip, though they didn't step back an inch.Voss staggered forward a half step, rubbing his bruised wrists. He sucked in a ragged breath, spitting a tiny drop of blood onto the wooden floorboards before looking back up at me."S

Kendrix's POV The brass doorknob of the south wing suite was still cold under my palm when I pushed it open. I didn't knock. I didn't wait for permission. I walked straight past the velvet curtains of the private sitting room, my boots making a hard, angry sound against the polished floorboards.Luke’s warning from outside the cabin door was still ringing in my ears—telling me to wait, telling me to gather proof before I moved. I didn't care. Every quiet night I had spent wondering about the past, every fake smile Victoria had given me across the holiday dinner table, and every terrifying detail of Voss hunting for the little girl boiled up inside my chest until I couldn't breathe.Victoria was sitting by the small marble fireplace. She had changed out of her evening robe into a dark grey wool dress, though her hair was still pinned back. She looked up as the heavy oak door clicked shut behind me.For half a second, her eyes flickered with surprise. But she didn't jump up, and she di

Phoebe's POV The kitchen smelled like burnt butter and real maple syrup, and for the first time in days, my chest didn't feel like it was locked inside a cage of ice."More batter, or are we going for the world record in flat pancakes?" Kate asked from the stove. She was wearing a massive flannel bathrobe that dragged on the floor, her hair tied up in a messy clip, flipping a golden-brown circle into the air with a worn spatula.Across the small wooden table, Zoe sat buried inside one of Kate’s oversized sweaters, her chin resting on her hands as she blinked sleepily against the bright overhead light. We had arrived thirty minutes before sunrise, banging on the back screen door of Kate and Prescott’s old farmhouse down in the valley like ghosts running from a fire. Kate hadn't asked a single panicked question. She had just pulled us inside, wrapped Zoe in a warm blanket, and started heating up the griddle."We'll take all the pancakes you can make," I whispered, resting my forehead a