Semua Bab Bullied by my stepsister; Claimed by the Alpha : Bab 41 - Bab 50

~RIYAThe silence that followed Ama’s departure from the pack house wasn’t peaceful—it was loaded. Like a string pulled too tight, ready to snap. Nathaniel held me longer that night, but his arms couldn’t shield me from the weight of what I had done. I had released the very person who wanted me dead. And I could feel her presence still lingering, like a shadow stalking the corners of my thoughts.I didn’t sleep.Instead, I stood at the balcony long into the early morning, watching the moon slowly retreat into the horizon. The air was cold. The stars blinked as if they mourned the sanity I’d risked for a whisper of truth. I clutched my abdomen, the tiniest bump now visible beneath my silk nightdress. I wasn't just a Luna now. I was a mother.But what kind of mother made deals with demons?The door creaked open behind me. I didn’t need to turn to know who it was. Nathaniel’s energy pressed into the room like the heat of a hearth."You didn’t sleep,” he said softly, standing beside me.“

~RIYAIt had been three nights since I felt the strange stirring in my chest—the same energy that rose during the ritual beneath the moon’s light. It wasn’t just power anymore. It was something ancient, something sentient. It whispered when I closed my eyes and burned when I tried to ignore it.Nathaniel sensed the shift in me, even though I tried to hide it. He was gentler lately, like he was afraid one wrong touch might shatter me, or worse—unleash me.This morning, as I stood by the large arched window of our chamber, I saw the elders gathering in the courtyard again. They weren’t chanting this time, but their eyes flicked to the upper windows, to me. I didn’t need wolf hearing to know what they were saying.“She’s not one of us.”“She’ll doom us all.”“She awakened something that should have stayed buried.”The wind shifted and carried a faint sound. A giggle. No—more like a mocking chime. Ama.I gripped the windowsill, my knuckles whitening. Even after being freed, she hadn’t mad

~RIYAThe morning after my confrontation with the elders felt like waking on the edge of a storm. The air was thick with unspoken tension, and the silence in the Pack House roared louder than battle cries. Nathaniel had barely left my side, yet I could sense the unease he carried like a second skin.I sat alone in the Luna’s study, trying to read the ancient scroll Lily had retrieved from the archives. Its script was written in a language I couldn't decipher, but it pulsed with a strange warmth, like the heartbeat of something alive. Symbols etched in silver ink shimmered beneath my fingertips as I traced them, hoping they would speak to me.I wasn’t the same girl who had once been locked in a basement, begging for scraps of freedom. I was Luna now. Expectant mother. Future queen of a realm that didn't yet know it needed saving. But even with the power rising inside me, I was still searching—searching for answers about who I was, and why Witch Inadu’s name haunted my dreams.“Still no

~RIYAThe dream returned again.I was in a clearing bathed in moonlight, surrounded by towering stone pillars etched with ancient runes. Their language was unknown to me, yet my soul stirred in recognition. I stood barefoot on soft grass, the earth humming beneath my soles like it knew my name. Above me, the moon pulsed with power, not soft and silvery like before, but radiant and commanding—like it was watching, weighing, and remembering.Then came the voice. Not spoken aloud, but felt."You are the bridge. Blood of wolf, spirit of moon, heir of the old path."I turned toward the sound, heart pounding. A woman stood there, her hair cascading like a river of white silk, her eyes as blue as mine—but deeper, like looking into forever. She wore a cloak made of moonlight and shadows, and her expression held love, grief, and a storm of power.“My child,” she whispered, reaching out.And just as our fingers brushed—darkness fell.I jolted awake in bed, my chest rising and falling in quick,

~RIYAThe full moon hung low and heavy, bleeding silver light across the River Heart Pack’s courtyard. I stood at its center, my bare feet pressing against the cold stone. The runes beneath my soles pulsed faintly, awakened by something I didn’t yet understand. The night air was thick with tension, a silence that clung to the trees and curled around the packhouse like a storm waiting to break.They were coming.I didn’t know who they were, not exactly. But I felt it in the pit of my soul—a tremor, a shift. Ever since I released Ama, a tension had laced the wind itself, as if the very forest was holding its breath.Nathaniel stood beside me, his body tense, his arms folded as his gray eyes scanned the darkness like a predator. Thane and Maria were nearby, whispering to Lily and a few other warriors. Our patrols had doubled, wards re-etched. Still, I didn’t feel safe.“I can smell it,” I whispered. “Something unnatural.”Nathaniel didn’t speak, but I saw his jaw tighten. I knew he sense