All Chapters of Alpha King's Lost Luna: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

CASSANDRAI had never considered myself a fool.But then again, in light of everything, perhaps I was.At the very least, I was naive, foolish, and blind. I should have put the clues together long before this moment. It should have been completely obvious from when Asher had mentioned the jasmine tea wasn’t a gift from him but from his brother.Back then, I had thought that Kane Collins was just considerate. I thought maybe he had just checked with Erika or some other servants who knew I adored jasmine tea and then made an excuse saying it was a gift from Asher just because he didn’t want to pressure me.Or maybe he just wanted to compensate for what his mother had done to Erika and me. Either way, I hadn’t given it a single thought.But if I’d been more careful and sharper about it all, I wouldn’t have neglected the possibility that Kane might find a clue to my real identity.The moment that the question left my lips, Kane’s gaze remained elsewhere. He avoided eye contact with me as

BECKYWhen I arrived at the clinic, Erika appeared to be a bit exhausted. Her eyes were slightly vacant and were underlined with deep circles. Her skin-normally a nice, creamy shade of tan, was pale, and her hair was in a slight bit of disarray.“Erika,” I greeted her, my tone laced with concern. “What’s happened? Are you okay?”The maid released a heavy sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose before responding. “I’m alright, Becky. It’s just been a busy morning and Cassandra hasn’t returned. She left at dawn to take care of some business, but she hasn’t come back. Normally, she isn’t gone this long.”I frowned as her words set in. “That is strange. Do you know where she went?”Erika shook her head. “She didn’t say. She just asked me if I could keep an eye on Finnick and get him ready for the day. And then she mentioned that she wanted to get everything done early today because the Alpha King is going to return to Anemond this afternoon.I knew at once that Cassandra was likely visiti

CASSANDRAAs Becky stared at me in confusion, I gestured down the hall.“Follow me,” I said. “First, I need to wipe some of this blood off of me. It smells so awful I can hardly think straight.”My assistant nodded. “Of course. Let’s get you cleaned up.”We walked from the lobby down the hall to a private bathroom. It wasn’t accessible to patients and existed solely for our benefit. I’d stashed a few changes of clothes in the closet, and once my arms and face were free from the blood from Kane’s wound, Becky helped me get dressed in fresh clothes. She even braided my long copper hair back into an intricate style that kept the tresses away from my face.“Thank you,” I said gratefully, and she smiled at me.“Of course,” she replied. “It’s the least I could do. Now, come on. Let’s get you some tea and then we can talk.”I followed her into the meeting room and she immediately threw the kettle on. I sat down on one of the leather chairs and after a few minutes, Becky handed me a cup of my

ADALYN I couldn’t remember the last time I’d stared at Asher’s sleeping face so closely. As my eyes trailed over him and took in the handsomeness of his high cheekbones, his chiseled jaw, and his long dark eyelashes, I wondered if perhaps I’d never done it at all. I had never had an opportunity to get so close to him in such a private space where it was only the two of us. Though I was his wife, officially and legally, we never had the opportunity to consummate our marriage. Asher had made it perfectly clear since the beginning that this marriage was solely for the sake of Marco. But how could he let me wither like a dried flower? And how dare he ignore me completely when that healer turned up? I didn’t understand. While some thought me vain, I simply saw it as having confidence in myself. I was a catch, after all. I took great time and care to meticulously groom myself for his benefit. Daily, I brushed and oiled my long dark hair. I bathed myself in artisanal products crafted fro

CASSANDRAWhen my brother Ector and I were children, we would often get ourselves into a great deal of mischief.At the end of the day, it was mostly just us having fun and messing about, but sometimes, when we were particularly naughty kids, Erika would sit us down and tell us stories. Once I reached adulthood, I realized these stories were meant to get us to settle down and listen to her, but at the time, I took every word as a warning.Erika told us tales about ghosts and devils alike. While the ghosts were there to frighten us, the devils had different intentions in mind. As the fire in the fireplace blazed behind her, the maid would gesture for us to sit closer, and she’d tell us all about the devils.The devils, she said, would drag naughty children down the ground. They were horribly ruthless, terrible creatures, and if a kid was snatched and taken by a devil, they would never be able to return to their homes and families.The solemnity of Erika’s tone coupled with the chilling