Todos os capítulos de Alpha Damon's Unwanted Luna: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Damon's POV The moment we stepped out of the council chamber, I slammed the door shut behind us, my hands clenched into fists. "They're out of their damn minds," I growled. "A challenge? After everything you've done for this pack?" Rachel stood beside me, calm and composed in a way that only pissed me off more. She shouldn't have to be calm about this. She shouldn't have to prove anything. "This was bound to happen," she said, her voice steady. "They were always going to find an excuse to doubt me." I turned to her, my anger still burning. "Then I'll put an end to it. If they challenge you, they challenge me. And I have no problem reminding them who their Alpha is." Rachel sighed. "Damon, that won't help." "The hell it won't." My wolf was already clawing beneath my skin, furious that the pack was turning against her. "You are my Luna. They don't get to question that." She placed a hand on my arm, grounding me. "I need to do this myself." I shook my head. "No, you don

Damon's POV The execution grounds were silent. Not the kind of silence that came with peace - but the heavy, suffocating kind that pressed down on the chest, making it hard to breathe. Maya knelt before me, her hands bound, her face streaked with dirt and dried blood. And yet, even now, she held her chin high, her sharp eyes flickering with something dangerously close to amusement. The pack had gathered to witness this. Warriors stood in rows, their expressions cold, unforgiving. The elders watched with grim approval. Even the omegas had crept forward, whispering among themselves, waiting for the moment justice would be served. I took a slow breath, my grip tightening around the ceremonial dagger in my hand. This was my duty. My responsibility as Alpha. She had betrayed the pack. She had cost us lives. But I wished that I wasn't the one who had to execute her. Nevertheless, I couldn't afford to show any skepticism in this moment. Not with everyone gathered here. Not with

Damon's POV Elijah. The name lingered in my mind like the echo of a threat I couldn't yet see. I sat in my office, the leather chair creaking under my weight as I flipped through Maya's journal once more. The handwriting was hers, but the further I read, the clearer it became. She had been working with someone. Someone who had given her information. Someone she trusted enough to put his name in writing. Elijah. But the problem now was that there wasn't a single Elijah in the Moon Stone Pack. A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. "Come in," I called. Caleb stepped inside, his expression tight. "I checked the pack records. No Elijah. Not past or present." I wasn't surprised. "That means he's either a rogue or someone from another pack." I closed the journal and set it aside. "What about Maya's connections outside the pack. Any leads?" Caleb hesitated. "There's one possibility." I leaned forward. "Go on." "Before she was exiled, Maya had some communica

Damon's POV I kept my expression unreadable as I stared at Tobias, my mind already racing through the possibilities. A meeting with an Alpha we knew nothing about? It could be a trap. Or it could be an opportunity. Rachel stood beside me, her body tense. I didn't need to ask what she was thinking, I could feel it. Suspicion. Unease. A flicker of anger beneath the surface. Caleb crossed his arms. "Your Alpha wants a meeting," he said, his tone measured. "Why now? What does he want?" Tobias smiled, but there was something calculating behind it. "That's for him to tell you himself." I narrowed my eyes. "And why should I agree to this?" Tobias shrugged. "Because whether you do or not, Ravencrest is watching. You can either take the chance to speak with my Alpha on neutral ground, or you can wait until he decides to come knocking." Rachel stiffened beside me, and I clenched my jaw. A veiled threat. Subtle, but it was there. "You expect me to walk into a meeting blind?" I a

Rachel’s POV I was unable to sleep. I lay awake long after the pack house had gone quiet, staring at the ceiling, listening to the unfamiliar rhythm of this place I was supposed to rule beside Damon. Every sound felt louder at night, the distant footsteps of patrols and the soft creak of old wood settling. An alliance. The word echoed in my mind no matter how hard I tried to push it away. Ravencrest wasn’t just another pack. Even before everything that had happened; before Maya, before her discovered journal and before Vaughn’s curse, I had known their name. Everyone had. They were disciplined, ambitious, and patient in a way that made them dangerous. Packs like that didn’t reach out unless they believed they were already a step ahead. I turned onto my side, staring at the faint outline of the window. Somewhere beyond it, Damon was probably awake too. The thought was oddly grounding. When dawn finally crept in, pale and gray, I gave up on sleep altogether. By the time