Semua Bab His Dying Luna’s Greatest Secret: Bab 1 - Bab 5

DELIA WHITAKER POV"Are you standing there all day, or are we signing the pack register?" Rowan Calloway’s deep, gravelly voice cuts through the muggy air, sharp enough to snap my jaw shut.I pull my eyes away from the massive alpha standing at the stone steps of the Briarford Registry Office. He wears a plain white shirt and dark trousers, but there is nothing simple about him. Broad shoulders, a lethal frame, and a dark, suffocating alpha pressure radiate off his skin, making every human and low-ranking wolf on the street turn to stare.He lowers his phone from his ear, his piercing eyes narrowing straight at me."Delia Whitaker?" he asks."Yes," I say, taking a step forward. My voice barely wobbles, though my heart is hammering against my ribs like a caged beast. "Rowan Calloway?"He gives a curt nod, turning on his heel to lead the way inside. "Let's get this over with."His stride is brutal. I have to jog just to keep up with him as we cross the marble foyer of the registry build

DELIA WHITAKER POV"A pack mate expects sincerity, Alpha," I say, keeping my voice steady despite the intense alpha aura pressing against my skin. "Expensive gifts like a star-diamond choker are impressive, but what really matters to a female is the thought behind it. A bouquet of midnight roses, a quiet dinner together in the territory, or simply sitting down to talk after being away for so long."Rowan Calloway has no experience with romance. His entire life has been built on war, territory defense, and leading the Calloway Pack. Hearing a direct, practical answer from me makes his dark eyes soften just a fraction behind his silver-framed glasses."Understood," Rowan rumbles, leaning back into his executive chair. "Prepare the arrangements, Delia.""Yes, Alpha," I reply immediately.I step out of the inner suite and contact the premier florists affiliated with Calloway Tower, ordering a fresh bundle of blood-red roses—the traditional symbol of wolf devotion. I secure reservations at

DELIA WHITAKER POV"Alpha Calloway doesn't look like the type to shop at bargain stalls, and I certainly can't afford high-end territory silk on my administrative stipend," I tell Kellan as we step onto the cobblestone boulevard of the Capital's luxury district.I keep my pace steady, walking half a step behind Rowan. He moves down the grand avenue without stopping, his eyes sweeping past the gilded store displays with complete disinterest. At this rate, we will walk the entire length of the district without stepping inside a single establishment.I quicken my stride, stepping up to his side. "Alpha Calloway, would you like to enter one of the leather goods boutiques?"Rowan gives a single, curt nod, shifting his path toward the grand entrance of a premier wolf-skin craft shop.Before we can cross the threshold, a uniformed guard steps directly into our path, holding up a hand. "Sir, pack members without priority clearance must queue in the outer line."Rowan's dark eyebrows pull down