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Lykans pov

The air grew still.

Too still.

Even the wind dared not move in this part of the forest.

Sylvester halted at the base of a narrow trail carved through two huge rocks, its end lost behind a veil of mist. We had passed ancient ruins, fought through the witches, and survived the illusions that tested our minds.

But this… this was different.

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

I could hear the blood in my ears, the breath in my lungs.

Everyone else was silent, too.

That’s when I saw it.

A narrow ledge spiralled up the side of a cliff, no wider than a man’s shoulder. Below, it stretched a deep ravine, not black, not empty, but filled with something that made my stomach twist.

Water.

Or at least… what looked like water.

Thick. Crimson. Glowing faintly like it breathed.

A pool of blood.

Literal or not, I didn’t know.

But the stench, metallic, ancient clawed its way up the cliffside like a hand reaching for us.

Dominic stepped forward, his brows drawn.

“What the hell is th
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  • Betrayed Luna: The Alpha's Claim    53

    Lykans pov The air grew still. Too still. Even the wind dared not move in this part of the forest. Sylvester halted at the base of a narrow trail carved through two huge rocks, its end lost behind a veil of mist. We had passed ancient ruins, fought through the witches, and survived the illusions that tested our minds. But this… this was different. It was quiet. Too quiet. I could hear the blood in my ears, the breath in my lungs. Everyone else was silent, too. That’s when I saw it. A narrow ledge spiralled up the side of a cliff, no wider than a man’s shoulder. Below, it stretched a deep ravine, not black, not empty, but filled with something that made my stomach twist. Water. Or at least… what looked like water. Thick. Crimson. Glowing faintly like it breathed. A pool of blood. Literal or not, I didn’t know. But the stench, metallic, ancient clawed its way up the cliffside like a hand reaching for us. Dominic stepped forward, his brows drawn. “What the hell is th

  • Betrayed Luna: The Alpha's Claim    52

    Elena’s pov The cold felt… wrong.The night feels wrong. Not the sharp, biting chill I was used to in the Nytherra mountains. This cold was thick. Heavy. Like it had weight. Like it had intent.I blinked, and suddenly I wasn’t in my room.Stone and torchlight were gone.The underground chambers. The rebels. Mira. All of it… gone.I stood in a forest of bones.The trees were spires of blackened ribcages. The roots writhed like veins in the ground. The sky was the color of dried blood, no stars, only a heavy red moon that pulsed like a heart. I didn’t move.I couldn’t.Not out of fear, but because I recognized the power curling around this place.It wasn’t Nytherran.It was older. Hungrier. And more dangerous. “I’ve been watching you,” a voice cooed from behind.I turned slowly.She stood there barefoot on the twisted bone roots. Her form constantly shifted woman, shadow, flame, rot. Her hair floated around her like smoke, and her eyes were voids that bled darkness.The Blood Witch.

  • Betrayed Luna: The Alpha's Claim    51

    Elenas pov The wind howled through the canyons, dry and sharp, laced with ash from the pine trees above. But inside the mountain — the heart of Nytherra — the silence had begun to rot. Not a silence of peace. The silence of fear. Of whispers that traveled faster than footsteps. Of rebellions born in the shadows. We had lit the first match. Now the fire was spreading. I stood at the mouth of one of the rebel tunnels, watching as Mira passed down sacks to two younger rebels. Their eyes were wide with purpose, faces covered in soot to mask their scent. They moved quickly — just as planned. No hesitation. No fear. Only fire in their veins. “They’ll hit the north granary by dawn,” Mira whispered to me as she adjusted the blade strapped to her thigh. “That will be our third successful hit this week. Soon, they’ll start noticing.” “They already have,” I said quietly. Because the signs were everywhere. Ration lines stretched twice as long. Children went to bed hungr

  • Betrayed Luna: The Alpha's Claim    50

    Lykan's pov Snow crunched beneath our boots. Twelve. Only twelve of us remained. The silence after the battle rang louder than the clash of blades. The ridge was behind us now, bloody and scorched,, but the scent of death still clung to the wind. We made camp in a clearing sheltered by pine, the branches drooping low with the weight of snow. A fire burned, weak against the chill, and our warriors sat scattered around it, silent, nursing wounds they didn’t speak of. This wasn’t just a rescue mission anymore. This was a war. And whatever ruled Nytherra... it wasn’t something natural. I stood at the edge of the clearing, the night sky ink-black above me. The trees surrounding us whispered with things unseen. Dominic stepped up beside me, arms crossed, his expression unusually grim. “I thought I’d seen everything,” he said, his voice low. “But those witches… they weren’t creatures. They were forces. And we’re not prepared.” I didn’t respond right away. Because he was right.

  • Betrayed Luna: The Alpha's Claim    49

    Elena's pov The underground chamber was cold and damp, but the fire blazing in the centre of the stone hearth was bright, burning like the rebellion we were about to set into motion.I stood at the head of the battered table, Mira at my side, and the eyes of the rebellion staring back at me.They were warriors, yes, but not all with blades. Some were mothers with calloused hands. Elders with wisdom etched into every scar. Children who had grown too fast, too soon. But they all had one thing in common:Hope.And they were looking at me to lead it.Mira placed a hand on my shoulder before stepping back, letting the space belong to me.I took a breath and began.“I won’t pretend to have all the answers,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm within me. “I’m not here to play queen or saviour. I’m here because I’ve seen enough. I’ve bled enough. And I refuse to stand by while we’re treated like animals while our children grow up in chains. While we suffer day and night. ”Someone in t

  • Betrayed Luna: The Alpha's Claim    48

    Lykans pov I didn’t move.I wasn’t sure if I could.Everything in me wanted to believe what I was seeing—her soft voice, the glow in her eyes, the eerie calm she radiated. But logic screamed at me.The tree behind her groaned like it was breathing. Like it had birthed her out of memories long buried.She smiled again, gentler this time. “I know you don’t trust what you see, and that’s wise. This place twists the truth, turns longing into illusions. But I am not of this forest. I am of the blood it fears.”“Elena’s mother?” I asked slowly, Varyn pacing behind my ribs like a caged storm.She nodded. “Seraphine. The last true Moirea queen. And I know you, Lykan of the Black Mountain pack. Alpha. Mate.”“I’ve been trapped here,” Seraphine continued. “Not alive. Not fully dead. Bound to this tree by the same magic that curses this forest. That binds me here to this forest. ”“Then how did you appear?” I asked.“The tree let me out for a moment," she smiled. "Why did it let you out, tho?

  • Betrayed Luna: The Alpha's Claim    47

    Elenas pov The door to the dark room creaked open.For a moment, I didn’t move—afraid it was another trick, another illusion meant to play with my mind. But the air that drifted in was real. Cold. Soot-laced. Familiar.A guard stood in the doorway, silent. No words. Just a sharp nod before turning away.I pushed myself up, muscles aching, bones bruised from the cold floor. My limbs protested, but I ignored them.They thought keeping me in darkness would break me.But all it did was remind me of who I was.I walked out of the cursed chamber, back into the mountain that had stolen so many Moirea lives, and I didn’t look back. Not once.When I emerged into the dim cavern holding the other cells, everything was too quiet. Until “Elena!”Mira’s voice cracked with relief as she ran to me, eyes glassy with tears. She looked thinner, more worn, but her spirit was still unyielding.“Are you alright? What did they do to you?”I took her hands in mine. “I’m fine. They wanted me scared. I’m not

  • Betrayed Luna: The Alpha's Claim    46

    Lykan povThe forest twisted the deeper we rode. It didn’t look like it belonged to this world anymore, as if we had crossed into something older, something that had never known light. Even the air changed, thick and metallic, like blood had soaked into the soil long before we ever arrived.Sylvester didn’t flinch. His horse moved without hesitation. He knew this place.Dominic and I followed, our warriors silent behind us, their eyes alert but unsettled.None of us spoke.Because here, even our voices didn’t feel like our own.The trees bent in ways they shouldn’t. Their trunks pulsed faintly, like heartbeats. The snow on the ground was tainted with black streaks, like ink spilt through the frost.The wind carried whispers.Not from mouths.From memory.My memory.They called my name.They whispered Elena’s.Each step further cracked something inside me. I was walking into my own mind, into my own fears—and the forest drank every ounce of it.Then we hit the clearing.It was wide and

  • Betrayed Luna: The Alpha's Claim    45

    Lykans pov The cold bit deeper the moment we passed through the boundary stones. The woods here didn’t breathe like normal forests. They listened. Our horses kicked up snow as we rode into the shadowed trees, every breath turning to smoke in the air. The snowfall wasn’t heavy, but it was constant drifting like ash instead of flakes. Sylvester led at the front, his hood drawn up, reins held firm as his black stallion trudged ahead. Dominic rode beside me, scanning every tree with the eyes of a soldier expecting war. But this wasn’t war. This was worse. Because the enemy here was invisible. Old. And smart. The Mountains of the Dead didn’t kill with claws or teeth. They broke you with memory. With fear. With illusions. And already, I could feel them watching. The trees curved overhead like ribs, enclosing us in a skeletal tunnel. Mist rolled over the path, thick and shimmering like it carried voices. And maybe it did. “Don’t speak to anything that talks first,” Sylvester

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