Semua Bab Bullied by my stepsister; Claimed by the Alpha : Bab 31 - Bab 40

~NATHANIELThe room was silent, but it wasn’t the kind of silence that brought peace. It was thick—dense like fog before a storm. Riya lay in the oversized bed, her golden hair fanned out across the pillow like wildfire in slow motion. And yet… she was still. Too still.I sat beside her, elbows on my knees, hands clenched in fists I didn’t remember curling. My wolf paced just beneath my skin, snarling every time I blinked and remembered that arrow, her blood, the weakness in her voice, the way she collapsed.I had faced down monsters. Men worse than beasts. But this? Watching her drift away from me for even a second? This was a kind of agony no sword could mend.The doctor had told me the pregnancy was stable—for now. But Riya’s vitals had spiked with something else, something he couldn’t explain. Magic. Old magic. It had awakened with her baby. She’d whispered in her sleep something about a flame… a prophecy… a voice from the moon.It terrified me because I didn’t understand it. And

~NATHANIELThe scent of lavender and rain lingered on Riya’s pillow. I inhaled it like it was oxygen, grounding myself as my fingers curled around the edge of the headboard. The healer said she needed rest, but I couldn’t rest—not while the shadows of prophecy wrapped themselves around her like thorned vines. Not while the threat of betrayal still pulsed just beneath the surface of our Pack.I rose from the bed, tucking the sheets more securely around her small form. She looked impossibly young—delicate even. And yet, just hours ago, I had seen the moon carve sigils across her skin in a language no mortal tongue could speak. Power had awakened in her. Power I couldn’t protect her from, only stand beside.A quiet knock echoed from the door.“Enter,” I said, my voice low.Thane stepped in, his Beta aura coiled but not aggressive. His eyes swept to the bed, softening slightly when they saw her, then returned to me with sharp clarity.“They’re here.”My jaw tensed. “The witches?”He nodd

~NATHANIELThe moment I felt the shift in the forest, I dropped everything.The council meeting, the complaints, the endless murmuring of dissent—none of it mattered. Not when I felt her power surge through the bond like a sun suddenly waking inside my chest.Riya.I shifted mid-run, paws pounding the forest floor, trees tearing past me in blurs of green and gold. The air around me buzzed with something more than wind—like magic humming low, dangerous, and uncontainable.And then I saw her.She stood in the clearing, shoulders square but trembling, her eyes brighter than I’d ever seen them. A raw kind of strength radiated off her, tangled with grief and determination. Lily was beside her, silent and pale.Riya turned to me as I shifted back, not bothering to reach for clothes. I didn’t need words. The sight of her said everything.“You felt it?” she asked softly.I stepped toward her, brushing a leaf from her hair. “The whole forest felt it.”“I saw her,” Riya whispered, her voice sha

~RIYAThe throne room stood hollow despite the sea of bodies that filled it. My heartbeat echoed louder than the murmurs around me. I sat beside Nathaniel, wearing a silver-threaded robe that clung to my shoulders like moonlight, but it felt like a crown of frost. The title of Luna weighed more heavily now, especially since I knew that power alone wasn’t enough to quiet the darkness gathering beneath the surface.Howard's words haunted me still: “The tradition you haven't fulfilled... the one that will decide if you're truly our Luna.”But what tradition? What secret rite was so sacred that even the elders feared to speak of it?Ama was nowhere to be found—kept under the tightest watch possible—but even that didn’t ease my nerves. I could feel her essence lingering like a smudge on my aura, thick with envy and the hunger for my downfall. Her presence was always a storm before the storm.Nathaniel reached for my hand beneath the carved oak table where the council sat. His fingers brush

~RIYAThe forest was thicker here, darker. Trees leaned over one another like conspirators, their gnarled branches muttering secrets to the wind. I followed the path laid out by the witches of Inadu, though every step felt like I was walking deeper into a trap spun from moonlight and memory.Lily had tried to stop me that morning. She’d pleaded, begged even, kneeling in front of me like a sister desperate to save her kin from drowning. But I couldn’t be saved from this—not yet. Not when something ancient had begun to stir inside me after the ritual, something the witches might know how to guide.The witches' territory lay beyond the Western Cliffs, marked by ironwood trees twisted into arcs. As I stepped beneath one of the natural gateways, a pulse of energy rolled down my spine.“You are expected, Wolfsong,” a voice echoed from within the trees.I turned to see a woman in a hooded robe, her face concealed by shadows except for lips stained the color of dried roses. Her presence wasn’