Todos los capítulos de The Feral Alpha’s Rejected Luna: Capítulo 381 - Capítulo 390

Apollo"APOLLO!"The door bursts open with enough force to rattle the hinges, and Connor storms in, his chest heaving, eyes wide with terror and adrenaline. His usually perfect hair is disheveled, his clothes torn, and there's a wild, desperate look in his eyes that I've never seen before."Thank the gods, I found you!" he gasps, scanning the room like he expected to find my corpse. "I've been looking everywhere—""What the hell is happening out there?" I demand, already moving towards him."No time for questions!" he snaps, already turning back toward the door. "Grab your shit—we have to move now!"I snatch the first shirt I see and yank it on over my head, my muscles still aching from the brutal training session. But my mind is clearer now, sharper, the familiar rush of adrenaline bringing everything into perfect focus. This is what I was born for. This is what all those hours of training prepared me for.I'm a Gamma wolf. A warrior by birth and by choice.This is my moment. The cha

DianaEleanor's shoulders slump with visible disappointment, and I feel the weight of our failure settling on my chest like a stone. "It's not your fault, child," she says gently. "It's only natural that you wouldn't understand the language. It's a very old tongue, dead now for centuries. It was used by witches of the old bloodlines to cast their most powerful spells. The knowledge of it has been lost to all but a precious few.""I remember it."The quiet statement from Dominicus cuts through the air like a blade. Eleanor's head snaps up, hope blazing in her tired eyes.I turn to stare at him in shock. "You understand that ancient language?"He shakes his head, "I don’t understand it, no. But I took a quick glance at the pages. I can copy down what I saw for Eleanor to read."I blink at him in astonishment. I always knew he was smart but- "You have a photographic memory?"He hums noncommittally. "Something like that."Eleanor's face lights up with the first genuine smile I've seen fro

DianaEleanor begins the incantation, her voice rising and falling in patterns that seem to resonate with something fundamental in the universe itself. The words seem to pull at the very fabric of reality.Emerald's breathing deepens as she begins channeling her power, and I watch in fascination as her hair begins to lift slightly, moved by currents of magical energy invisible to the naked eye.The change in the air is immediate and profound. It's like standing next to a lightning rod during a thunderstorm—every hair on my body stands on end, and I can taste copper and ozone on my tongue. The magical pressure builds until it's almost hard to breathe.Then, off to our side, the space itself begins to react.At first, it's just a shimmer, like heat waves rising from summer pavement. Then the air starts to crackle and distort, reality bending in ways that make my eyes water to look at directly. A small fist-sized tear appears in the fabric of existence, edges writhing with otherworldly e

DianaThe Silvanus pack prison is a stark stone building that feels more like a tomb than a holding facility. Dominicus drags the witch into the deepest cell and throws her against the far wall like she weighs nothing at all.She hits the stone with a thud and slides to the floor, but her defiant sneer never wavers. She suddenly pushes herself to her feet. I withdraw the foot I was about to step into the cell and also stop Alpha Lucien from going in either, ‘Wait”, I tell him.Now that her body has recovered from the initial weakness of being knocked unconscious, she will fight back.And fight back she does.With a sneer, the witch raises her hands, dark energy crackling between her fingers like malevolent lightning. She hurls the killing spell directly at Dominicus—a spell that should have dropped him instantly.However, Dom doesn’t even flinch. He doesn't dodge. Doesn't move so much as an inch.The magic hits him and simply... does nothing.The witch stares at him in shock, her mou

DianaI sigh, the weight of everything settling on my shoulders. "We'll find your babies," I tell her, though I'm not sure I believe it myself.But what else can I do? What else can I say? Sometimes hope is all we have, even when it feels like a lie."Let's go," I say, my voice steadier than I feel.The journey to the transport feels like walking through a graveyard. The devastation of the Silvanus pack spreads around us—charred buildings still smoking, blood staining the earth dark, the acrid smell of burned flesh and magic hanging heavy in the air. Overnight, the surviving memebrs have worked hard to clear the bodies but they’re still not done- there are just too many. Here and there, you can find the bodies of both pack wolves and rogues alike in places the pack hasn’t been able to reach yet.I force myself to look, to remember. This is what we're fighting against. This is what will happen to not just every pack, but also every human on earth, if we fail.Natasha walks behind me,