All Chapters of The Alpha’s Hidden Heiress: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

DANTE'S POVFinn nodded, his eyes wide. "Yeah, can you believe it? The Moon Goddess's gift, right there for the taking. Well, if you've got deep enough pockets, that is."My mind raced. The Tears of the Moon Stone was legendary in the kingdom. Said to hold great power, it was the subject of bedtime stories and ancient prophecies. And now, somehow, it was up for auction."How the hell did the Griffiths get their hands on that?" I muttered, speaking more to myself than to Finn.Finn shrugged. "No idea, but it's legit. I double-checked with my sources."I sighed and leaned back in my chair.The Tears of the Moon Stone... could it be the answer to all my problems?"So," Finn said, breaking into my thoughts. "What do you say? Are we going?"I looked at him, then at the clutter of papers on my desk. Then I thought of the Tears of the Moon Stone, and the power it could bring."The Tears of the Moon Stone, huh," I said slowly. Finn nodded eagerly, his eyes sparkling with excitement.After a m

LINDA'S POVI woke up to the early morning sunlight filtering through the curtains, my body still warm from last night's passion.As I stretched, I realized that Dante was already gone. A small frown creased my forehead, but I pushed away the disappointment. After all, I was the one in his bed now, not Aria.A smug smile played on my lips as I remembered the way Dante had touched me, the hunger in his eyes. It wasn't love, not yet, but it was a start. I knew I still had work to do to erase Aria from his heart completely, but I was patient. I could wait.My phone vibrated on the nightstand, interrupting my thoughts. I reached for it, squinting at the bright screen. The name that flashed up made my heart skip a beat.It was Jake, the investigator I had hired from the Black Moon pack.I answered quickly, my voice still husky from sleep. "Jake? What's up?""Morning, Linda," Jake's rough voice came through. "Sorry for waking you up, but I figured you would want an update."I sat up, sudden

ARIA'S POVThe auction hall was buzzing with excitement as I quietly made my way into the shadows, feeling both excited and nervous.It was finally the day of the auction, and the room was packed with all the faces I had expected and some I hadn’t.The tension in the atmosphere was thick. Everyone was here for one thing, and one thing only: the Tears of the Moonstone.From my corner, I watched them all. They were gathered in small clusters, speaking quietly but with intensity, discussing in hushed whispers about the artefact.There was a sense of desperation, almost greed, that filled the room, as if the Tears of the Moonstone was more than just a piece of jewelry. To them, it was power, magic, something that could change everything."I heard it enhances the speed of werewolves," one man murmured to another, his voice barely audible but filled with certainty. He was tall, with silver-streaked hair and a suit that screamed old money. "Stronger too. The kind of strength you don’t get fr

DANTE'S POVI eventually looked away from Aria as I glanced down at the seat numbers on the invite in my hand, trying to make sense of the row and seat assignments.They had arranged the seating based on net worth, a clear, unspoken hierarchy on display for everyone to see.“Looks like we are in the front row,” Arnold said next to me, nudging me with his elbow. He was grinning, as if sitting in the front row was some great achievement. “Right up there where the big players sit.”I nodded, trying to muster some excitement, but my thoughts were elsewhere.The front row seats didn’t impress me much. They were just a reminder of the expectations placed on people like us, and the pressure to always be seen and never make a mistake.Yet, Arnold, my oldest friend, was thoroughly enjoying himself. He thrived on the attention and the validation that came with being seated at the top of the pecking order.We settled into our seats, the velvet cushions plush and ridiculously comfortable. I leane

ARIA'S POVA collective murmur spread through the crowd, and I saw heads turning, necks stretching, and people leaning forward in their seats as the object was wheeled out onto the stage.The Moonstone itself was breathtaking — a large, translucent stone set in the handle of a beautifully carved cane, with a design so delicate that it seemed almost unreal.There were gasps of admiration as the cane came into full view, its surface shining under the auction hall lights. The Moonstone gave off a pale blue glow that seemed to shift and change as the light hit it, almost as if it were alive.It was mesmerizing, and I could see that I wasn’t the only one who thought so. The room was utterly captivated.“It is absolutely perfect for the distinguished gentleman or lady,” the auctioneer continued, “or perhaps for someone who understands the deeper power it holds.”That last part — those words about power — hung in the air. They all knew the rumours about the Moonstone’s mystical properties. B