The Twin Alphas Warrior Luna by RYN

Chapter 213

RYN

The first thing I noticed was the light–soft, golden, and shimmering, cast by the massive crystal chandelier hanging from the center of the domed ceiling. The walls were lined with tallrrors framed in silver, reflecting the glow and making the space feel endless.

The marble floor beneath my short heels was polished to perfection its intricate pattern of crescent moons and stars gleaming underfoot. Gentle classical music floated through the air, played by a small orchestra tucked into an alcove. Elite guests in elegant attire moved gracefully, their laughter and muured conversations blending into a low, harmonious hum.

At the far end of the hall stood a raised platform with an ornate throne, its back adorned with carvings of wolves. Behind it, floor–to–ceiling windows revealed the moonlit gardens outside. The room exuded power, wealth, and prestige–a world I had only just stepped into.

A small flight of stairs led down into the heart of the grand hall, and the moment I stepped onto the first step, the atmosphere shifted. Conversations faltered, and a heavy silence spread, broken only by the soft clink of glasses and the faint murmur of curiosity.

Every eye turned toward me, trailing from my face to the jeweled necklace resting against my collarbone. Whispers ignited like sparks in dry grass, crackling through the crowd. My wolf surged with confidence, guiding me with a smooth, lazy grace that felt almost feline.

Chin high and back straight, I descended as though I owned the room.

My eyes scanned the hall, searching for Theon, but instead, they landed on a semi–circle of figures commanding the room with their presence.

The most Elite Lycan families.

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I recognized them immediately from the pictures I had seen online–Director Dutton with his sharp gaze, the Cresshalls with their unreadable expressions, the calculating Caines, the Blackwells whose air of disdain was almost suffocating, and at their center, the Alpha King himself, radiating power and authority.

like a wall of ice daring me to breach it. The tension crackled between us thick enough to choke on, but I didn’t falter. My

effortless poise and as a server passed with a tray of drinks, I lifted a glass from the tray ease. The motion felt natural, as if rehearsed a thousand

with practiced

holding their collective stare, and took a deliberate sip, the cool liquid

their world I

“Ryn?”

me with awe from head to toe. As he approached, I noticed he had a small limp

and gently

a whiff of his expensive cologne.

He stared.

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“Royalty?”

smile faltering for a moment as if he was trying to figure

the one who sent

So who did?

relax. For a moment, I felt at ease–uril me.

Adam ended

a prickling