Luna Awakening: Claimed By Her Three Alphas のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

AidenThe sound of the wind howling through the mountains surrounding Stormclaw’s territory had always been a source of comfort for me. It reminded me of the strength of our pack, the ferocity we were known for, and the wild spirit that ran through our bloodline. But lately, that wind felt different. It was colder, more biting. Maybe it was just me, maybe it was the weight I carried on my shoulders, but everything about this place, my home, felt heavy.As Alpha of Stormclaw, I was used to pressure. I’d faced it ever since I took over leadership. But the attacks from rogue forces had grown more frequent, more calculated. Every day brought new reports of skirmishes, of losses. Warriors who had stood by my side for years were now questioning my judgment, and I couldn’t blame them. We had been on the defensive for too long, reacting instead of leading the charge, and it was eating at me.I stood at the edge of the cliff that overlooked the valley below, my mind racing as I stared out into

AidenThe air in the room grew colder as I stood by the window, watching the dark clouds roll in, heavy with the promise of another storm. It felt fitting, a reflection of the turmoil that had been brewing within Stormclaw for weeks. The pack was on edge, barely holding together under the strain of constant attacks. But there was something else—a deeper rot that I hadn’t been able to put my finger on until now.Darius had come to me just moments ago, his face pale and voice low as he delivered the news that would unravel everything I thought I knew.“Alpha, we’ve found something,” he had said, his words hesitant, as if even speaking them out loud would make the betrayal more real. “One of our own has been in contact with Malachai’s forces. I… I didn’t want to believe it, but the proof is undeniable.”My body had gone rigid at his words, a knot of dread tightening in my chest. Someone from Stormclaw—one of my people—had been feeding information to Malachai. A traitor, hidden in plain s

AidenThe tension that had been building inside me finally snapped. I couldn’t keep doing this—stumbling through the darkness, unsure of my own path. The weight of the prophecy, the visions, the uncertainty of it all—it was suffocating. I needed answers. Real answers. Not just dreams or guesses.Lena’s words had sparked something in me. The idea that my fate wasn’t written in stone, that I still had a choice. But I wasn’t sure I believed her. There had to be more to the prophecy, something I was missing. I needed to know if there was still a way out, or if I was doomed to become the Dark King and destroy everything I’d ever cared about.And so, I made a decision. One I wasn’t sure I would have made just a few weeks ago, before the visions, before everything started unraveling. I was going to find someone who understood the prophecy better than I did. Someone who could tell me if it was too late, or if there was still a way to change my path.I remembered hearing stories about an elder

AidenThe weight of the last few weeks was heavier than ever. The lines between right and wrong, loyalty and betrayal, had become so blurred that I didn’t know where I stood anymore. Every decision felt like a step deeper into the abyss. Malachai’s words still rang in my ears, urging me to embrace the power he promised, but they weren’t just his words anymore—they were mine, woven into the fabric of my thoughts, pulling me toward something darker than I had ever imagined.I could feel the distance growing between me and my pack. The trust we once shared was crumbling, replaced by fear and suspicion. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that they were beginning to question me. I saw it in the way they looked at me—sideways glances, whispered conversations. They were afraid, and it was my fault. Or maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was their fault for being weak, for not understanding the burden I carried.But I couldn’t stop now. The attacks had escalated. Malachai’s forces were getting bolder, the

AidenThe days following my reunion with Valeria were filled with preparations. Tension ran through the air like a current, vibrating through every pack, every campfire, every quiet conversation between warriors. Word of Malachai’s final move had spread, and with it came the realization that everything—our entire future—hinged on the battle ahead.Valeria and I worked side by side, uniting our packs, but it wasn’t easy. Stormclaw remained wary of her, and many of Valeria’s warriors still didn’t fully trust me, not after everything that had happened. And then there were the other packs—the ones on the fringes, those who had heard the whispers of the Dark King prophecy and eyed me with suspicion, wondering if they should even bother following a man they believed might lead them into ruin.At every meeting, I saw the doubt in their eyes, heard the murmurs that spread like wildfire when I entered a room. Malachai’s influence still hung over me, a dark cloud that no one could ignore. And t