บททั้งหมดของ The Lost Luna: Pregnant for the betraying alpha : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

FionaHours ago, the safety of my unborn child and I had been assured by the white hounds; the eerily calm and gentle wolves had been kind to me all along. Now I’m stuck in the den of these vicious killers. I couldn’t help myself from the thoughts of the white hound elder being a part of my capture. She was the one who instructed me to save my pack from danger, to save my alpha, Lucian. “The elder isn’t a part of this.” Mera interrupted my wandering thoughts and for a while I had forgotten that we shared the same mind. “How do we know if that is true?” I asked through mindlink as I watched the young wolf fiddle with a piece of rock. “Everything she told you about your mother is true, I was once your mother’s wolf. She chose me to protect you for a reason.” She continued, sitting confidently like we are not about to be thrown into a deadly fight. “To protect me? I really doubt that,” I said, playing with my fingers. Mera raised her head in curiosity. “Why would you say that? You

LucianIt has been five days since Fiona fled into those woods. I stood at the edge of the training ground with my back turned to the warriors as they engaged themselves in physical combat. My eyes fixated into the woods looming in the distance, hoping her figure would just emerge out of there. I had lost her brother, Orion, just a few weeks back. I can’t even give myself the assurance that he might still be alive. Now his sister has also gone missing. I have failed as an alpha. I have failed to protect the ones who love me the most. My warriors have searched endlessly, unable to find anything significant or even anything that would even bring us close to finding her. Everyone is filled with the thought that she had escaped and fled because she was guilty. Even though that may be true, I still couldn’t bear the pain of not feeling her presence within the pack. Worst of all, I wouldn’t be able to bear the pain of her and my unborn child being hurt out there. Those woods are danger

Lucian“Alpha, with all due respect. That is suicide.” Elder palas gave me a stone look. The other elders also shot me with their murderous glares. He paused to adjust his position on the chair before continuing. “Going to them also means crossing the borderline that divides us from the neutral grounds. The rogue land. Are we going to be the ones breaking the law we set ourselves?”Maybe it is a suicidal thought or not, I didn’t care. As long as it’s a chance for me to see Fiona again. It was worth it. It was all starting to make sense now. Her inability to shift into her wolf was because of the sacred wolf's absence and when her wolf finally shifted, the extinct pack suddenly reappeared. She has some kind of connection with these wolves, I can tell that now.She had been telling the truth all along. I needed to find her first. And all my instincts were pointing towards the sacred pack. They have her and I was determined to get her out no matter what. The lady elder spoke up, her

LucianI was right all along, my suspicions about maddox. He definitely had a hand in this. I was lost in thought that I didn’t know my focus had shifted. One of the rogues quickly lunges at me, full of claws and teeth. I braced myself for a counter attack but before I could move, a blur of motion moved past me. My head-warrior, Gareth, clashed into the rogue, ripping his claws at its stomach. “Not today,” he growled, working his claws into the rogue’s stomach and chest. I gave Gareth a quick nod of thanks before shifting my attention back into the fight. The odds were totally against our favor. My eyes darted to Maddox again, who was eerily calm on his horse. “Maddox, is this your doing?” I roared. Maddox turned to me, his face stone cold. “You think I’d let the rogues kill me too? At least just trust me for once.”Before I could give him a response, Maddox tilted his head backwards and let out a terrifying howl that echoed throughout the forest. The sound was so powerful that I

FionaHours stretched on into eternity as I was forced to witness the nightmare unfold before me. The warriors were breathing slowly, their bodies were unrecognizable under the layers of blood and bruises. Their groans and muffled cries pierced into my soul. But I just couldn’t let my emotions get the best of me. The rogue king watched with sinister satisfaction all along, waiting for the moment when they would give in, his cruel eyes shimmering as that of a predator messing with its prey. He was also trying to break me. That by forcing me to watch the warriors being tortured in horror, he would force me to reveal the truth. But I just couldn’t, I couldn’t allow myself to be responsible for the destruction of my pack by giving him information he wanted. I clenched my fists tight behind me, my nails digging into my palms as I struggled to keep myself composed. The warriors still didn’t talk. Despite the searing hot rods pressed against their skin, relentless beatings and blades be