The Alpha King And His Chosen Luna novel Chapter 94

What remains–1

(Caius)

I didn’t look back when we left the hall. I didn’t need to see them again to know what had been set in place. The doors closed behind us, and the sound carried through the corridor in a way that marked a clear end. My men stayed where they had been positioned, and no one moved to follow.

Isla stayed beside me as we walked. She didn’t rush forward, and she didn’t fall behind, she kept pace without effort. Her hand still held the edge of my cloak, not tight, not uncertain, just there. I didn’t move to take it from her, and I didn’t acknowledge it aloud.

The corridor ahead of us remained clear. Every guard stepped aside before we reached them, lowering their gaze without needing to be told. No one spoke, and no one tried to hold our attention. That silence followed us the entire length of the passage.

We reached the end of the corridor without interruption. The doors leading into the inner wing were already open, and my men stepped back the moment we approached. Isla didn’t hesitate when we crossed through. She didn’t look behind her again.

The space inside was quieter. It wasn’t empty, but it was controlled in a way the hall hadn’t been. This wasn’t a place where voices carried without purpose. It was a place where everything that happened

would be chosen.

I led her down the next passage without speaking. There was nothing I needed to say yet, and nothing she needed to answer. The guards at each point shifted as we passed, then fell back into position once we moved through. No one interrupted the path forward.

We reached the chamber I had been using since arriving at Ashcrest. The door was closed, and one of my men stepped forward to open it as we approached, I entered first, then stepped aside enough to let Isla walk in without obstruction. The door closed behind us without a sound.

The room was set as it had been left. Nothing had been moved, nothing disturbed, everything placed with purpose. It wasn’t large, but it didn’t need to be. It held what was required and nothing more.

Isla stopped a few steps inside. She didn’t move further into the room right away. Her gaze moved across the space, taking in each part of it without hurry. She wasn’t searching, she was understanding where she stood now.

I remained near the door for a moment. I gave her the space to move first if she chose to. She didn’t ask for direction, and I didn’t give it. That part belonged to her.

After a moment, she stepped further in. Her hand loosened slightly against my cloak but didn’t fall away. She moved toward the center of the room, then stopped again. This time, she looked at me.

“It’s quiet,” she said.

Her voice didn’t break. It didn’t carry strain or confusion. It was simply a statement of what she had noticed.

“It is,” I answered.

Clam

I–didn’t add anything to it. I didn’t need to explain the difference between silence and absence. She already understood more than most.

She looked away from me after that. Her gaze moved toward the far wall, then toward the window, then back again. It wasn’t restless, it was measured. She was placing herself in the space without needing guidance.

“They’re really gone,” she said.

She didn’t ask it as a question. She said it as something she was confirming for herself. The words settled between us without needing more.

“They are,” I said.

I stepped away from the door then. I moved closer, not enough to crowd her, but enough that she didn’t have to raise her voice again if she spoke. She didn’t step back.

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