บททั้งหมดของ Abused Luna Mature Alpha: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

A sudden, eerie silence fell over the battlefield. The fight had been brutal, filled with the primal rage and desperation that only a battle for survival could inspire. But as suddenly as it had started, it was over. The intruders, their faces twisted with malice and hatred, pulled back, disappearing into the shadows of the woods. The night seemed to swallow them whole, leaving behind only the echoes of their snarls and the heavy, lingering scent of fear and aggression. Gideon, the Alpha, was a pillar of strength and determination. His eyes, sharp and commanding, scanned the field as he shifted back to human form. The transformation was fluid, a seamless melding of wolf and man that spoke of years of practice and mastery. His body, though scarred and bloodied from the fight, was tense and ready, filled with a sense of purpose that radiated out to his warriors. "Jorge, Maeve, Thomas!" he barked, his voice filled with authority. "Form teams. Search for Avla. Now!" His warriors, loyal

The forest's edge was a boundary, a line that separated the wilderness from the world of the pack. Gideon and Thomas were there, waiting, a mixture of hope and apprehension etched into their features. The air was thick with tension, the silence heavy, broken only by the rustling of leaves and the distant calls of birds. Meave knew what awaited her, knew that the words she carried would be like a storm, a tempest that would tear through the fabric of their lives and leave devastation in its wake. She approached slowly, her body aching, her mind burdened by the weight of her discovery. Her eyes met Gideon's, and in that instant, she saw the fear, the desperation, the raw, unspoken pain that lurked behind his stoic façade. He was a leader, a warrior, but he was also a man, a man who loved with a fierceness that was both beautiful and terrifying. "Meave?" Thomas's voice was soft, filled with concern. "What did you find?" She took a deep breath, steeling herself, her body tense, her he

Meave adjusted her position in the thick foliage of the trees, her keen eyes scanning the entrance of the old mill, now tainted with a dark purpose. Her companion, Alpha Gordon, remained stoically beside her, both of them still in human form. They were waiting for a moment, a sign, anything that could give them an advantage in the dire situation that had brought them all here. The silence of the night was filled only by the sound of crickets and the distant call of a night bird. It was in this silence that Alpha Gordon began to speak, his voice barely above a whisper as memories resurfaced. "You know, I held that ball once," he began, his eyes distant, "You were there. To celebrate my niece's graduation and promotion to Gamma. Talia was there with Gideon. Drunk as a skunk." Meave's eyes narrowed, her mind instantly going back to the memory of Talia, a character who had always seemed so off to her. She remembered the entitlement, the way she'd pranced around the ballroom, her nose in

The unsettling silence of the healing room was broken only by the soft whispers of healers attending to the wounded. The air was thick with tension, tinged with the faint scent of medicinal herbs and the pervasive, lingering odor of Wolfsbane. Avla lay on a cot, her body weak and her mind a whirlwind of confusion and fear. Meave, ever the calming presence, sat by her side, her hand gently grasping Avla's. A healer approached, her face etched with concern. She carried a tray filled with various jars, potions, and freshly crushed herbs. Her eyes met Avla's, a soft empathy in them. "My dear, we must counteract the effects of the Wolfsbane," she said gently. "It has been a heavy toll on your body, and we need to cleanse it." Avla's eyes widened, the word 'Wolfsbane' sending a fresh wave of terror through her. "What will you do?" she asked, her voice quivering. "We have prepared a mixture of healing herbs," the healer explained, holding up a small vial filled with a deep green liquid. "

In the sterile environment of the surgery room, a hushed sense of urgency pervaded the air. Healers were gathered around the operating table, their faces masked with concentration and resolve, while their hands worked diligently. They were assisted by an exceptional human doctor, Dr. Marcus Sullivan, his eyes narrowed in focus as he stared at the wounded arm before him. Alpha Gideon's injury was severe, and it would take the best of both worlds to mend what had been broken. Dr. Sullivan was a renowned orthopedic surgeon, a man at the top of his field. With years of experience and countless surgeries to his credit, he was highly sought after for his skills and expertise. But it wasn't just his medical prowess that had brought him into this clandestine world of werewolves. His connection to them was far more personal, rooted in a shared history and a secret understanding. Years ago, Dr. Sullivan had stumbled upon the existence of the werewolves during a hiking trip gone awry. He had b