Semua Bab The Alpha’s Impostor Luna: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Anya's POVThe smell of blood, cheap alcohol, and pure ozone always hung heavy over the lower docks of Blackwood Territory. To anyone normal, this was just a dangerous industrial district; to me, it was a minefield.I pressed my fingers against the small glass vial hidden in the lining of my coat. The synthetic scent blocker inside cost more than my monthly rent, but it was the only thing keeping my fragile human heart beating in a city ruled by monsters. The formula perfectly mimicked the scent of a common omega wolf—just enough to fool the average noses of the street patrols. If it failed for even a second, my human scent would give me away. And in this territory, an unprotected human was nothing more than an open invitation to a hunt for pure sport.But tonight, the risk was the last thing I cared about.I glanced at the glowing neon sign of The Iron Den, the private underground club where the elite of the Hunters pack gathered. Ordinary humans didn’t even know this place existed.

Anya's POVThe silence that fell over the office was instant and suffocating, shattering the last barrier of my human resistance. Gideon, the pack’s Beta, kept his claws mere inches from my throat, his yellow eyes fixed on my neck. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the wild vibration of his tense muscles, ready to tear me apart if he detected the slightest weakness. The scent blocker was doing its job, masking my humanity under the trail of a common omega, but my heartbeat was already betraying me. My heart hammered against my ribs with such force that I was certain the wolf could hear it.“I have a question for you, Alpha,” Gideon insisted, not taking his gaze off me. His voice was a rough growl that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. “She smells strange. Too clean. Too… quiet. I cannot catch any trace of her wolf side anywhere. Is this the female you intend to place on the Hunters’ throne?”Panic threatened to freeze me in place, but I remembered the fixed l

Anya's POVThe warmth of Azkarion’s chest against my back was the only thing reminding me that I was still alive. His hand continued to press firmly over my mouth, preventing me from letting out even the slightest gasp of terror. My human eyes tried to pierce the thick gloom of the suite, fixed on the heavy velvet curtains that led to the balcony.Through the fabric, a dark, elongated silhouette was outlined against the glass. The lock gave a subtle, almost imperceptible creak. Whoever was outside knew exactly how to bypass the physical security of the mansion.Azkarion tilted his head a fraction, brushing my ear with his lips while slowly releasing my mouth.“Stay in bed. Do not breathe heavily,” he hissed, a whisper so low that I doubted even the guards in the hallway could hear it. “If anyone enters, your only job is to make sure they do not smell your fear.”Before I could nod, he slid out from under the silk sheets with the fluidity of a shadow. He made no sound. Not a creak of w

ANYA'S POVThe cold of the metal against my throat left me frozen, but the adrenaline that ran through me burned the fear before I could be paralyzed. The man had me cornered against the railing, pushing me with all his might, and his hot breath—which smelled of alcohol and raw meat—was pounding my ear."One cut, little wolf," he hissed in the darkness, resting the blade just above my wrist. If Alpha or pure bloodline blood comes out, I'll apologize to Gideon. But if you bleed like any ordinary human... I'll slit your throat right here before your male finds out.All the survival nonsense I had practiced alone for weeks came to mind. A wolf expected a human to stiffen or beg; a submissive wolf would submit. I couldn't do either.Instead of leaning back, I did just the opposite: I nailed the heel of my shoe with all my strength to the attacker's instep.He let out a muffled groan, and his grip faltered for a second: it was all I needed. I nudged her hard in the ribs and turned suddenly

ANYA'S POVThe private gym in the north wing was unlike anything I had ever seen. It was spacious, with tall windows overlooking the cliff, and entirely lined with thick black leather mats. The air smelled of well-tended leather, cold metal, and above all, that sharp scent of pine and winter that always clung to Azkarion’s skin.It was six in the morning. I stood in the centre of the room, dressed in black training trousers and a t-shirt. Even though I had applied a full dose of the blocker after waking, being alone with him in such an enclosed space always pushed my nerves to their breaking point.Azkarion walked to the middle of the room, wearing only grey trousers and a sleeveless top that showed off his powerful arms and the scars that mapped his skin."A wolf does not fight like a human, Anya," he began, his rough voice cutting through the quiet. "We do not aim for points: we aim for the jugular. What you did last night against that drunk worked, but if Gideon or someone of his r