All Chapters of The Ruthless Alpha’s Omega Luna: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The door closes behind Sophia with a soft click that seems to echo in the sudden silence. I stare at the ancient text still open on my desk, the illustrated wolves beneath the crescent moon staring back as if in judgment.Conri paces restlessly in my mind, his agitation bleeding into my own thoughts. ‘Find her,’ he urges. ‘Fix this.’But for once, I don’t have a strategy, a calculated next move. The realisation that I claimed my true mate, my moon-blessed counterpart, against her will sits like a stone in my gut.James Blackwood shifts in his chair, his scent sharp with barely contained words.For a moment, we remain frozen in this tableau, the Alpha and the father, both wanting the same woman but for entirely different reasons. The weight of what we’ve just learned presses down on us, contextualising everything that’s happened since I found Sophia by the river.‘She has every right to hate us,’ Conri gro

I make my way back toward the pack house, my father’s words about marking Zane still echoing in my mind. The idea seems impossible, an omega marking an alpha? yet something about it feels right in a way I can’t explain. The stone path beneath my feet winds through carefully tended gardens, but I barely notice the blooms as I wrestle with the implications. Equal partners. Balance. A claiming that goes both ways. The concept is as terrifying as it is exhilarating, and I find myself walking toward Zane’s office before I’ve consciously decided to seek him out.‘You want to see him,’ Nyx observes, her mental voice tinged with satisfaction.‘I want answers,’ I correct her, though we both know it’s not the complete truth. ‘I need to understand what all of this means.’‘We could mark him tonight,’ she suggests eagerly. ‘Complete the bond. Feel the balance the stories promise.’I nea

I can’t remember the last time I laughed this much. Certainly not since my test results came back. Definitely not since being claimed by Zane. Yet here we are, sharing stories over a meal that would make pack chefs weep with envy, and I’ve laughed three times in the past hour. Real laughter, not the bitter kind that’s been my only outlet lately.Zane’s recounting of how he once accidentally shifted in the middle of a diplomatic meeting because a rival alpha’s cologne was so offensive to his wolf has me nearly choking on my wine.“You didn’t,” I gasp, wiping my mouth with a napkin.“I did,” he confirms, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Shifted right there at the table. Ripped through a three-thousand-dollar suit and knocked over an antique vase with my tail.”The mental image is so at odds with the stern, controlled alpha I’ve come to know that I can’t help but laugh again. This

Warmth surrounds me as consciousness creeps in; not just the heat of blankets but the solid presence of a body curved against mine. I blink awake, momentarily confused by the weight of an arm draped over my waist, the steady rhythm of breath against my neck.Zane.The memories filter back, standing beside him against the Council, the newfound respect in the pack members’ eyes, falling asleep against his chest. I’d been too exhausted to maintain the careful distance I usually keep between us, and somehow during the night, we’ve tangled together like lovers who’ve shared a bed for years.Morning light filters through the curtains, painting stripes across the bed. I should feel trapped, pinned beneath the arm of an alpha who claimed me against my will. Instead, I find myself nestling deeper into the warmth of his embrace, my body betraying my mind’s lingering doubts. So much has changed in such a short time, the Council, my father’s presence, the revelation of our matching moon-blessed m

I trace the mountain ridge on the map with my finger, watching Sophia’s face as she absorbs every detail. Three hours into explaining our territory, and she hasn’t lost focus once; her beautiful eyes bright with intelligence, questions precise and thoughtful. I’ve never bothered explaining pack business to anyone who wasn’t directly involved in security or resource management, yet here I am, pointing out every creek and patrol route to my Luna. And enjoying it, surprisingly.“This northern pass,” I explain, tapping the narrow gap between two peaks, “is our most vulnerable point. The terrain makes it nearly impossible to patrol effectively, but it also makes large-scale invasion difficult.”Sophia leans closer, her scent, honey and sunshine, wrapping around me like a physical embrace. “What about in winter? Doesn’t the snow make it impassable?”“For most,” I concede, “but not for wolves who know what they’re doing. The Council’s elite trackers could manage it.”She no