Semua Bab The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna: Bab 11 - Bab 17

ALAYNA’s POVThe moon hangs high in the sky, casting a pale silver glow over the garden maze below. Its light filters through the window and the sheer curtains sway gently in the breeze. The night feels unsettling as if the calm is only a facade for something darker just out of reach.I sit alone on the window sill of my own bedroom, my knees tucked under my nightgown and drawn up to my chest, staring at the moon. Thoughts of Ezra fills my mind. No one has ever touched me the way he did. The dominance as his lips devoured mine, the way he demanded full authority over my body as he thrust his tongue within me...they rattle me to the core. And without realising it, I find myself pressing my thighs together, trying to ignore the throbbing that is beginning to form. Why did he do that to me? Why did he touch me like that, why did he make me want him, need him only to push me away?My brows furrow and I grind my teeth, a bad habit I have when I am stressed out. Does he suspect me of being

ALAYNA’s POV(A few days later)I stand in front of the mirror, my reflection a broken version of the girl I once knew. A tiny vial rests in my hand, dark red liquid swirling around inside. It came in a parcel this morning, just as Golden Eye said it would when he called the night before. An unmarked box, wrapped in plain brown paper, with no return address.“Poison him.”The weight of Golden Eye’s words rests heavily in my mind as I turn the vial over and over, my fingers trembling. Ezra…Maybe I do love him. I had sworn to, the day I married him. I had told myself that in time, perhaps he too would come to love me. And even though he never has, even though he keeps hurting me over and over again, I still cannot bring myself to hurt him.Yet, here I am, holding his death in my hands. I know the consequences of refusing. I know the dangers that loom if I do not carry out this task. But the thought of seeing Ezra’s lifeless body… it tears me apart.I cannot do it.A sharp knock on the d

ALAYNA’s POVThe memorial hall is packed. Hundreds, if not thousands, have come to mourn for the fallen. I stand at the back of the hall, my eyes fixed on Ezra as he makes his way to the stage, his tall frame cutting through the sea of mourners.There is a hush when Ezra reaches the stage, and all eyes fall on him.“Northlanders,” his gaze sweeps across the room. “This is not just a loss we mourn. This is a betrayal. A shadow has fallen over us, and the lives of our pack have been taken—taken by a hand that we still do not know. But I vow, as your Alpha, that we will find the bastards who did this. We will hunt them down, we will make them pay a thousand fold for what they have done and we will annihilate them!”I find myself leaning forward, afraid I might miss something. His eyes briefly meet mine in the crowd. I lower my head, unable to bear the weight of his stare any longer.When he speaks next, his voice is lower, more dangerous and I detect a hint of murderous wrath in them.“A