บททั้งหมดของ Alpha's Rebellious Luna: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

(Florian's POV)Sunlight streamed through the windows of the Moonlight Lounge, casting a warm glow across the polished wooden tables. It felt strange being here during daylight hours—the space was designed for night, for secrets and shadows, not this harsh illumination that exposed every detail.Zack moved with practiced efficiency, preparing three cups of moonlight tea. The fragrant steam rose in delicate spirals, perfuming the air with notes of jasmine and something uniquely lunar.Across from me sat Emma Winters, her copper hair catching the light as she checked her phone. Her presence here was unexpected—an intrusion into my carefully constructed world, yet potentially a bridge to the one person who continued to occupy my thoughts."I knew it wasn't Natalie who made that werewolf social media post," Emma said without looking up from her phone. "It wasn't her style at all, even though she rarely uses her secondary account."I stilled, cup halfway to my lips. "Secondary account?

(Zack's POV)The venison restaurant in Moonhaven was quiet at this hour, with only a few patrons scattered around. I had chosen a corner table, away from curious ears. Ethan Blake sat across from me, his dark eyes burning with barely contained fury."What happened that day?" he demanded, his voice low but intense. "Am I not worthy of knowing the truth?"I took a bite of my venison steak, buying time. Ethan's patience was clearly wearing thin."I've been working cautiously in Moonhaven," he continued, leaning forward. "And not only did Alpha Florian exclude me, but you didn't even respond to my messages."His hand gripped his knife a little too tightly. "Should I tear your throat out?"I sighed, setting down my utensils. "I just finished handling the situation, Ethan. It was intense.""You don't know what it was like," I added, lowering my voice. "Florian nearly killed someone."Ethan's eyes widened. "And you didn't think to involve me? In what world am I not called for a high-s

(Florian's POV)The hospital room was quiet except for the steady beeping of monitors. Natalie lay motionless on the bed, her skin almost as white as the sheets beneath her. I'd insisted on a private room—the best the hospital could offer—away from prying eyes.A pack healer entered, nodding respectfully in my direction before approaching Natalie. I watched from the corner, arms crossed, as she checked vital signs and made notes on her tablet."Her condition isn't serious," the healer said. "Exhaustion, mild dehydration, possible stress. Nothing life-threatening."I nodded, relief washing through me despite my efforts to remain detached. "When will she wake?""Soon. The IV should help with the dehydration."As the healer adjusted Natalie's blanket, her sleeve rode up, revealing angry red marks circling her wrist."What is that?" I demanded, moving closer.The healer paused, clearly uncertain how to respond. "Silver burns, Alpha. Old ones, partially healed."Silver burns. The w

(Florian's POV)I laid out the blanket on the hardwood floor of Natalie's small apartment. The space was barely enough for my frame, but I'd slept in worse conditions. Without complaint, I settled down, using my arm as a pillow.Through the darkness, I sensed her watching me from the bed. Her breathing pattern gave her away—too controlled to be asleep. I could almost feel her confusion, her struggle to understand why I was here."What are you looking at?" I asked gruffly, breaking the silence. "Go to sleep."The rustling of sheets told me she had turned over. Soon, her breathing slowed and deepened as she drifted off.I stared at the ceiling, my mind racing with everything I'd discovered. Natalia Moonhaven. Silver burns. A life stolen. Each revelation fueled the anger simmering beneath my calm exterior.Sleep came fitfully, interrupted by uncomfortable thoughts and the hardness of the floor. I'd nearly drifted off when a sound jerked me back to consciousness.Rapid, shallow brea

(Florian's POV)"You need to what?" Derek's voice cracked with shock through the phone. "Postpone the mate marking ceremony? But you've been obsessed with this she-wolf since you met her!"I leaned against the balcony railing, watching the city lights shimmer below. The sound of running water from Natalie's shower provided a soothing backdrop."Her grandmother just died," I explained, keeping my voice low. "She's in mourning.""That's understandable," Derek conceded. "But there's something else, isn't there?"I hesitated, unaccustomed to sharing vulnerabilities even with my brother. "We had an argument. A serious one. I think we might have broken up."There was a long pause before Derek burst into unexpected laughter. "Broken up? You sound like a teenage wolf. You're the Shadow Alpha!""This isn't about my title," I growled."Listen to me," Derek's voice grew serious. "Don't ask her if you've broken up. Just act like you haven't.""What?""Trust me on this. Sometimes she-wolv