บททั้งหมดของ Alpha's Rebellious Luna: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

(Natalie's POV)The grey roses surrounded us, their petals shimmering with that unique frosted appearance that gave them their name—Moonlit Frost. I stood in the middle of this floral wonderland, my heart racing with emotions I couldn't quite name."Do you like it?" Florian asked, his amber eyes studying my reaction carefully."I like it so much that I'm speechless," I admitted.The truth was, I couldn't describe how I felt at that moment. My ability to express myself had vanished, leaving only the sound of my heart pounding in my chest. This gesture—extravagant yet somehow deeply personal—had caught me completely off guard.Florian smiled and tilted his head slightly. "Then how about a kiss?"I didn't hesitate. I turned to face him fully, stood on my tiptoes, and placed a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth. It struck me suddenly how rarely we kissed. Despite his possessive nature, Florian had deliberately kept his distance physically. Besides the daily morning wake-up call—t

(Natalie's POV)"This is yours," Florian said, pushing open another door in his mountain den.My breath caught in my throat. Before me stretched a fully equipped art studio—spacious, with perfect northern lighting streaming through strategically placed skylights. Easels of various sizes stood ready, alongside shelves stocked with premium paints, brushes, and canvases."How did you..." I walked into the space, touching the high-quality materials with reverence."I knew you'd need a place to work," Florian replied simply, leaning against the doorframe. "The 'Ancient Wolf Legends' project doesn't pause just because we're traveling."I turned in a slow circle, taking in every detail. The ventilation system, the specialized desk for detailed work, even the small sink for cleaning brushes—everything had been thoughtfully arranged."When did you prepare all this?" I asked, genuinely amazed by his foresight.Florian shrugged, that familiar half-smile playing on his lips. "Does it matter

(Natalie's POV)The ocean breeze whipped through my hair as I stood on the deck of Florian's yacht, watching the coastline glide by. Three days at sea had been unexpectedly peaceful, allowing me to sketch and paint whenever inspiration struck while Florian handled occasional pack business calls.I leaned against the railing, taking in the sleek vessels moored at his private marina as we approached. This was just one of many, apparently."How many yachts do you actually own?" I asked, genuinely curious."Seven," Florian replied casually, coming to stand beside me. "Though I rarely use more than two or three regularly."I shook my head in disbelief. "How do you even have time for all this, with your Shadow Alpha responsibilities?"Florian's lips curved into that half-smile I was beginning to know intimately. "My uncle Bernard paved the way for me in many ventures. And Derek, with Isabella's help, handles most of the daily pack affairs."He slipped an arm around my waist, drawing m

(Natalie's POV)Charlotte's laughter rang out across the restaurant as she recounted her latest mishap at the Academy. I couldn't help but smile as she gestured wildly, nearly knocking over her half-empty glass of moonlight wine."And then," she continued breathlessly, "the instructor just stared at me like I'd sprouted a second head!"It felt good to laugh freely. The weight of my new mate bond, my role within the Nightshade pack, all of it seemed to lighten in Charlotte's vibrant presence. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed simple friendship during my whirlwind experience with Florian.The restaurant had nearly emptied around us, the hour growing late. I glanced at the clock and was shocked to see we'd been talking for over three hours."I should probably get going," Charlotte said, noticing my glance. "I'm meeting another classmate for a late study session.""At this hour?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.Charlotte winked mischievously. "Some of us actually need to study

(Third-person's POV)Natalie had been painting for what felt like an eternity. Hours blurred into days as she worked tirelessly on the massive mural that now dominated the studio wall. Her body ached from the continuous movement up and down the rolling scaffold ladder, her fingers cramped from gripping brushes, and her eyes burned from intense concentration.Finally, her body demanded rest. She carefully climbed down the ladder, her muscles trembling with exhaustion. As her feet touched the floor, she glanced toward the corner of the vast studio.There sat Florian, sound asleep in a wooden chair. His head tilted back against the wall, his powerful frame somehow looking both imposing and vulnerable in slumber. He'd slept on her apartment floor for an entire semester, and now, in this expansive studio, he chose to sleep sitting upright in a hard chair without even a blanket."Such a handsome Alpha, but so unfussy about his comforts when it comes to me," Natalie thought, studying his