The Enemy Alpha Wanted His Heartless Luna Chapter 10

Holden came to see me the very next day.

He sat across from me, his expression serious.

“Trevor is your own brother. What exactly are you trying to do? Are you really going to drag him into court over money?”

“That money would cover three months of wages for the workers on the Moon River development project.” I capped my pen. “And I’ve already separated the debt from your pack’s cultural experience center from the development project.”

Holden’s expression stiffened.

“You separated the center’s debt?”

“Yeah. The debt is now listed under Mistwood Council’s assets. You can pay it off yourselves.”

“But you were the one who pushed to bring that project here in the first place…”

“That was then,” I cut him off. “The center won’t affect the Moon River project’s progress anymore, but its debt will drag down Mistwood Pack’s credit rating. I’m not letting it stay on my project’s books.”

“So you’re just dumping the whole mess on me and making me deal with it alone?”

Holden shot to his feet, staring at me in disbelief.

“Grace, fine, you don’t want to help me. But do you really have to push me over a cliff?”

“That’s not my problem. Your project has already started affecting mine.”

Holden’s lips tightened into a thin line as he glared at me.

“Fine. You win.”

Then he turned and left.

Later, he moved out of the Alpha House and rented an old house right next to the one my mother had left me.

Holden occasionally stopped by to drink with Brandon. Brandon would sit there alone, staring blankly at his empty beer cans.

“How long are you planning to stay here?” Holden asked him.

“Until she comes back.”

On the day the Moon River territory was officially opened for development, Brandon showed up at the site, too.

I wore a black coat and stood beside the Council representatives. I never once looked in his direction.

He watched helplessly as I signed the development agreement and shook hands with the Alpha representing Bloodmoon Pack. Then I turned and walked into the inner chamber of the Council building.

The moment the door closed behind me, it was as if every last bit of strength left his body. He leaned against the wall and slowly slid to the floor.

By the end of autumn, the basic infrastructure across the territory was complete.

Without his mate, Brandon’s wolf grew weaker by the day. He had lost a lot of weight, too.

Every morning, the first thing he did after opening his window was look toward the end of the alley, as if staring long enough might make me suddenly appear.

The first heavy snowfall of early winter hit with unusual force.

Brandon came down with a high fever. He curled up in the corner of his bed, his lips so cracked that they had begun to bleed.

Holden rushed into the room.

“I’m taking you to the pack hospital!”

“No.” Brandon’s voice was painfully hoarse. “She’s going to Moon River today for the completion ceremony of the territory’s protective barrier. She’ll pass by here.”

Holden was beside himself with worry.

“You’re burning up! Even if she passes by, she won’t come to see you!”

Brandon said nothing. He just kept staring stubbornly out the window.

By dusk, the snow had finally stopped.

When he heard footsteps outside, he pushed himself up against the windowsill and flung the window open.

There was no one outside.

Only a trail of footprints crossed the snow, stretching all the way toward the upper reaches of Moon River.

“Grace… You came. That’s all that matters…”

He murmured to himself, forcing a crooked smile.

“At least… it was worth it…”

He sank down beside the windowsill and slowly closed his eyes.

But he had no idea that those footprints belonged to Garrett.

As the Alpha of Bloodmoon Pack and Brandon’s longtime rival, Garrett personally inspected the Moon River territory every day to make sure the newly built protective barrier was secure.

I, meanwhile, had decided the snow on the old streets was too deep and had already instructed my Beta to take another route.

I would never pass that way.

The next morning, when Holden opened the door, he found Brandon leaning against the wall beneath the window.

A faint smile still lingered on his lips, but his body was already cold.

Trevor arrived right behind Holden and reached out to check Brandon’s breathing.

His hand froze in midair. It took him three full seconds to pull it back before he collapsed to the floor.

“Alpha Brandon…”

Trevor’s voice trembled.

“My sister took another route yesterday. She never passed by here.”

Holden crouched down and noticed a cracked Moonstone beside Brandon’s hand.

He picked it up and turned it over. A short line had been engraved on the back.

I had carved the words myself long ago, but sweat had blurred the inscription until it was barely legible.

[Every full moon, forever by your side.]

Holden covered his face as tears streamed through his fingers.

…

Brandon’s funeral was a simple affair.

His parents rushed in from the North, weeping so hard they could barely stand.

Leah came, too, standing at the edge of the crowd with swollen eyes, but she wasn’t even allowed to step forward and lay flowers on his coffin.

Trevor and Holden knelt in front of the coffin, sobbing like two helpless children.

I didn’t attend.

That day, I was at the Moon River territory, celebrating the project’s successful completion with Garrett.

After work, Garrett drove me back to the pack.

As we passed the entrance to Mistwood territory, he glanced at me through the rearview mirror.

“Have you heard about Brandon?”

“Yeah. Trevor texted me.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to pay your last respects?”

“No. We have a pack meeting tomorrow.”

I raised a hand and touched my chest.

It was completely still inside, like a barren wasteland buried beneath fresh snow, clean and empty, without a trace of what had once been there.

On the night of the Luna selection, they had all pretended my feelings didn’t matter.

From now on, I didn’t need to feel anything for them ever again.