All Chapters of Alpha King's Lost Luna: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

KALEBAs I waited for Anubis to meet me that night on the bridge above Selene’s Tear, anger swelled in my belly, stronger than it ever had before. I’d kept my feelings submerged in the palace, but now that I was out in the city limits, things were different.I expelled an angry sigh of disappointment and leaned heavily on the railing of the bridge. The sun was a mere sliver on the horizon and the sky was an incredibly deep blue. It was beautiful, and normally I would have appreciated the view much more, but tonight, I was in no mood to care.Merliscire had been abuzz with preparations for the return of the Beta of the empire, and I had made it a point to keep myself scarce. My mood was too troubling and I thought it best to maintain distance so my armor wouldn’t crack, so to speak.When Anubis finally appeared, he took note of my mood and the moment my guards allowed him passage onto the bridge, he stared me down with fierce intensity.“What’s wrong, Kaleb?” he asked with a dark raise

CASSANDRA When Becky and I arrived at the celebration the next day, I was amazed. The banquet hall was decorated to perfect, and it was already full of guests, many more than the last time there’d been a celebration. There had been far fewer people here to welcome Kaleb to Wegalla. This was clearly a bigger affair than I’d imagined. The Crescent Pack certainly cared about its own. Becky peered around with widened eyes. Her curiosity was at its peak, and I couldn’t help but smile at her. My assistant looked incredibly gorgeous tonight. She was wearing a sapphire blue dress with billowy sleeves that fell off her freckled shoulders and contrasted beautifully with her fair skin. She wasn’t wearing her round glasses tonight, so her big, reddish-brown eyes seemed brighter than usual. Marley and I had curled her short red hair and applied makeup just before we’d arrived, and her lovely, angular face looked fairy-like and ethereal. Her full, pink-painted lips parted lightly as she took in

BECKY I was about to protest, but then Silas released his hold on my arm and instead reached for my hand. As he wrapped his fingers around mine, he began to walk forward, and before I knew it, I was being led down the empty corridor. “I don’t think this is a good idea,” I insisted. “Please,” he pleaded. “I just want to talk.” His amber eyes were wide but serious, and there was something about them that I was unable to resist. There was a magnetic pull between us that was too strong to resist. As much as I wanted to cast Silas aside, the thought of us being apart was almost too much to bear. I released a heavy sigh. This was a terrible idea, but I couldn’t say no. I had to hear the Beta out. “Fine,” I decided. Silas led me all the way out the back door. The night air was brisk, but it was a welcome feeling after how much anxiety I’d been feeling in the banquet hall. The moon was nearly full, and the silver light bathed the grass and lit our way. When we reached the garden, Sil

SILAS I took my time returning to the banquet hall. It had been a long time since I’d been in Merliscire, but everything was still the same. Always another celebration, another meeting, another bit of drama that ensnared my life so deeply that I could barely breathe. The scent of my mate’s perfume lingered on my jacket and made my mouth water. It was lovely- like raspberries and spun sugar. It was delicious and made me crave the taste of her lips even more. Her kiss was indescribable. It was as if the Moon Goddess had fashioned the most perfect woman for me, only to grant her so much scorn and inner fire that she wanted nothing to do with me. The image of her danced in my mind and haunted me with every step I took. Her gorgeous auburn hair, her creamy white skin, her big reddish brown eyes, and her beautiful, petite frame. I could only imagine how easy it would have been to sweep her into my arms and draw her close enough to make her mine completely. The ghost of her lingered in

ASHER As juvenile as it was, I’d indulged too much the night before and felt the intense aftermath of a hangover after the celebration of Silas’ return. I’d banished myself to my study for the entire day and spent the majority of my time lying on my favorite leather couch with the curtains drawn and a cold cloth over my eyes. I’d given the guards strict instructions to keep anyone from entering my chambers, with the exception of Lancel and Cassandra. I was in no state to do business or deal with the daily dramas of palace life. I was simply too tired. The after-effects of my excessive drinking were only made worse by my mysterious illness. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I was even more tired than ever these days, and it seemed like my migraines and headaches were perpetual. The concerning black marks on my arms hadn’t spread much further, but it felt as if they’d taken root and made things feel so much worse. When Cassandra arrived for our health check later on, I was rubbi