All Chapters of The Alpha Only I Can See : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ANNASTASIA The car stopped in front of the council building.The doors were pulled open before I could even gather myself. Rough hands grabbed my arms and yanked me out of the seat. I stumbled, my legs still weak from the sleepless night, from the weight of Lily's death pressing down on my chest. The guards did not care. They dragged me forward, my feet scraping against the stone pathway.The council building loomed above me. Dark stone. Tall pillars. The Blood Moon crest carved into the entrance. It looked like a temple of judgment. And today, I was the one being judged.This was the same place where Hector had stood beside me and told the elders that I was his chosen. That I was his Luna. That anyone who challenged me challenged him.But Hector was not here now.I did not know where he was. I did not know if he knew what was happening. A small, broken part of me hoped he would come. That he would burst through the doors and demand they release me. That he would protect me the way h

ANNASTSIA I was floating in darkness.There was no pain here. No cold stone floor. No rough hands dragging me. No whip cracking against my back. Just quiet. Just stillness. Just the soft, weightless dark.I did not know where I was. I did not know how long I had been here. Time moved strangely in this place. Slow and thick like honey. Minutes could have passed. Hours. Days. I had no way to tell.But somewhere in the darkness, I heard a voice.It was faint at first. Distant. Like someone calling from very far away. I could not make out the words. I could only hear the tone. Low. Urgent. Desperate."Anna."My name. Someone was saying my name."Anna, please. Wake up." The voice was familiar. I knew that voice. I had heard it cold and angry. I had heard it soft and teasing. I had heard it whisper my name like a prayer. But I had never heard it like this. So broken. So desperate. So afraid.Hector.My wolf stirred weakly. She had been so still, so quiet, curled up in the deepest part of

Anna pov. It was nighttime when we returned to the pack. The moon hung high and full overhead, casting silver light across the forest and the pack house and everything in between. The car pulled to a stop in front of the main entrance. Guards stood at their posts. Servants moved through the hallways. Everything looked normal. Everything looked peaceful. But nothing felt peaceful. Not to me. Hector got out first. He walked around the car and opened my door before I could do it myself. His hand reached for me. I took it, letting him help me out of the back seat. My body was still sore. My back still throbbed with every movement. But the pain was duller now. More distant. Lena and Kassian climbed out of the car behind me. They stood a few feet away, giving us space. But I could feel their eyes on us. Watching. Waiting. Hector did not let go of my hand. He looked down at me, his dark eyes intense in the moonlight. His jaw was set. His shoulders were tense. I could feel the ang

Anna's POVThe pack mansion was alive with noise.I woke to the sound of footsteps thundering through the hallways, voices shouting orders, furniture being dragged across floors. Outside my window, I could hear cars arriving and departing, guards calling to each other, servants rushing across the gravel driveway.The gala.Tonight, every Alpha and Luna from every pack in the territory would gather under this roof. The most important political event of the year, and the Blood Moon pack was hosting it.And I had no interest in attending.I rolled out of bed slowly. My back was still sore, but the pain was manageable now. The wounds had scabbed over. The bruises had faded to yellow. I could move without wincing, which was more than I could say two days ago.The bathroom was warm and steamy when I stepped inside. I let the hot water run over my shoulders and tried not to think about the gala. About Hector. About the way he had held my chin and asked if I loved him. About the way I had lie

Anna's POVMartha bowed. A deep, respectful bow that made every other person in the kitchen do the same."You have good kitchen skills, Luna," one of the cooks said admirably."I worked in a diner for two years. If you cannot chop fast, you do not survive.""A diner?" Another cook looked up with surprise. "You really worked in a diner? But you are an Alpha's daughter.""My father did not believe in paying for my education. So I paid for it myself. Waitressing. Dishwashing. Whatever job I could find."The cooks exchanged glances. Something shifted in their expressions. Respect. Real respect. Not the forced kind that came from fear of Hector's authority. But the kind that came from understanding. From shared experience."That is admirable, Luna," Marta said quietly. "Not many Alphas' daughters would dirty their hands with kitchen work.""I am not like most Alphas' daughters.""No," she agreed. "You are not."By late morning the rush was over, and the kitchen was finally under control. T