Semua Bab The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna: Bab 31 - Bab 40

ALAYNA’s POVI sit by the locked-up window of my bedroom, my gaze fixed on the grounds outside. There is no sign of movement from anyone, the servants have all been hauled off for questioning.  And there is no sign of Ezra.He has vanished without a trace.I do not believe for one second that he fled and abandoned the pack. Ezra Nightwalker is no coward.Something must have happened to him. I think. I bite at my fingernails. Ezra is strong, surely nothing could have happened to him?I close my eyes and shake my head in frustration.I have been under house arrest for what feels like years, though it has only been a few hours. There are two guards posted outside my bedroom door, the very ones who came with Drake earlier on. I had tried to speak to them, to ask them for news of Ezra, but they never once answered me.I get up, pacing the room, unable to stand still and the guards watch me. The room feel

ALAYNA’s POV (SIX WEEKS LATER) The silk of the wedding dress slips over my skin, delicate as a whisper but it feels as if the hands of death are smothering me. I stand before the large mirror in my room, staring at the reflection of a woman I do not recognize.The woman in the mirror looks regal, beautiful even, with an oval face and full lips that have been trained to smile even when I feel like dying inside. But the emerald eyes staring back at me are hollow.There is nothing of joy in them. Nothing of love.“Sarah, are you finished?” I can hardly recognize my own voice. I had cried so much over the past few weeks that my voice has become hoarse.“Yes, Luna,” Sarah replies, her voice more cautious than usual. She knows how emotional I have become. She adjusts the dress one last time, smoothing out an invisible wrinkle, her face full of concern as she takes in my exp

DRAKE’s  POV I pace relentlessly outside Wanda’s clinic. Each step is quick and furious and the gravel beneath my boots crunches with each movement.Why is she not out yet?I can feel my muscles straining beneath the tension, a simmering fury building inside me.Damnit, if Wanda does not come out soon, I swear I will kick down the door.My fingers twitch with pent-up anger. Maybe I should tear down the clinic. Maybe I should -The door to the clinic creaks open and I stop dead in my tracks.I do not even wait for Wanda to fully step out before I push past her and rush inside, ignoring the scent of antiseptic and herbs that assault my senses.My eyes immediately land on the bed where Alayna lies, pale and unmoving. She is still unconscious.I storm toward her, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. The fear in my chest claws at me, but my anger is louder."What is

ALAYNA’s POV I stand next to the desk, staring down at the secret drawer. My hands tremble as I touch the cold smooth surface of the phone.Golden Eye’s phone.How did it end up here?The question toys my mind, refusing to leave me in peace. Did Ezra leave it here before he left? He had been so adamant about finding Golden Eye, swearing to hunt him down. And yet, here it is, the phone—lying in the drawer in front of me, abandoned.This does not make sense.I glance over my shoulder, half-expecting to see Drake walking in. But of course, he is not there. I frown and run a finger across the screen. The phone has been switched off. Unease builds inside me.I have no answers, only more questions.But Drake would know about the secret drawer, right? Perhaps Ezra had shared it with him before he left.Without thinking, I move toward the landline on the desk. My

ALAYNA’s POV I am dreaming again. And like all the ones that came before, it does not feel like a dream.The sun is setting and I stand in the middle of a vast meadow, the air heavy with the scent of wildflowers and damp earth. A gentle breeze tugs at the edges of my hair, carrying with it petals that drift lazily across the sky. I close my eyes for a moment, taking in all the serenity that surrounds me. The quiet, the softness of the wind and the colors of the sky melt into each other. Everything is so perfect, so still.When I open my eyes again, I see her.A little girl, no older than five with raven-black hair that cascades down her back like silk stands at the far end of the meadow. She is wearing a simple white dress that billows out behind her as she skips through the tall grass. Her laughter is light, almost melodic and it fills the meadow.Strange, I think I know her.“Hell