Semua Bab The Lost Luna: Pregnant for the betraying alpha : Bab 71 - Bab 80

OrionThe smell of old antiseptic and my own blood was all that filled my nostrils. I kept my eyes closed, forcing my breathing to stay shallow. I didn’t do that too well, but it was enough to mimic death, but not tip them off. My body ached, my ribs cracked, and something burned inside me like lava was licking at my bones. Many parts of my body throbbed with intense pain as I was being moved away. But I was alive—barely. They carried me carelessly like I was some kind of thrash, occasionally and deliberately hitting my body against walls and objects as they walked. There were two of them. I couldn’t see their faces because I was already zipped up inside an all-black human-sized bag. And these bastards joke and laugh all through like my death meant nothing to them. “Can you believe that this bastard thought he could actually dethrone Alpha Damascus?” One of the warriors muttered, his voice a little too loud, too arrogant. “He forcefully takes the throne, but look at him now, just f

Fiona Damascus’s face barely even twitched, but it felt like I was the only one who could see the unmistakable flicker of panic flash through his eyes. Orion wasn’t dead. And my heart couldn’t stop pounding hard at the thought of him actually still being alive. I had thought the healing I did was too late, but it turned out to be spot on because this is when I needed him the most. The urge surged through me—an urge to see Orion take Damascus on. To see him bleed for even threatening my unborn baby. The delusion of becoming the alpha again, which he had wrapped around himself like a cloak, seems to be unraveling fast. And for a flicker of a second, just a second, his mask of arrogance slipped. But he was quick to catch himself, pretending like he wasn’t fazed by the news. He straightened his back, and lifted his chin, feigning an aura that seemed to have vanished the moment Nox rushed in. The room fell silent for a moment, the air thick with tension and anticipation of Damascus’s n

LucianI sprang to my feet, and instinctively I reached for a nearby chair. I raised it and motioned to attack the person behind the voice, but I froze. It was the sacred pack elder. She stood there, donned in a silver robe that covered her entire body, even her fingers. A hood hid half of her face, only revealing her devious smile. How the hell did she get here?“There’s no need for that,” she said calmly—too calmly as she gestured to the wooden chair in my hands. “How did you get past my warriors?” That was all my mouth could say at that moment. But again, her smile greeted my question. “Don’t worry about that either. My visit will be brief. I only came here to warn you,” she announced. “Oh, you better pray it is, and better find something meaningful to come up with before I behead you, and hang your body for public amusement.”Silence. She didn’t smile this time. She didn’t seem to take my sarcasm at all, but I actually wasn’t joking or being sarcastic—I meant every word I sa

LucianGareth walked in with two warriors flanking his sides. Their eyes scanned the room thoroughly as they held their unsheathed blades firm. Gareth walked up to me, and immediately I expected him to walk past me and towards the sacred elder behind me, but his reaction totally caught me by surprise. He bowed his head slightly. “Alpha, I’m sorry to barge in, but we were just worried after what Maddox had informed us.”Without responding to him, I turned to the direction where the sacred elder is supposed to be, and I shouldn’t have been surprised—she had vanished. A wave of sudden relief washed over me, and at the same time, I felt disrespected. At that moment, for the first time ever, I felt intimidated by something—magic. “Alpha, is everything okay?” Gareth snapped me out of my thoughts. A growl rumbled through my chest. I wasn’t mad, but Dexter was. He hated how Gareth treated us like we had lost our minds, or was acting scared. “Forgive me for the interruption, Alpha. We will

LucianThe blade was now in his hands, inches away from the elder’s throat. He had the chance to do it, the chance to avenge his dead comrades. But he had frozen in place, his eyes wide with fear and a hint of something else—disbelief?At first, I would have thought the sacred elder had unused magic to freeze him in place, but I could see his hands trembling as he struggled to tighten his grip around the handle. He blinked repeatedly, until suddenly it felt like he had snapped out of it. My muscles tensed as soon as he raised the blade, but then drove it into the ground right beside them. He held the gaze of the sacred elder for a moment longer, and she just stared back at him—expressionless. Gareth turned to me. He stared me directly in the eyes, holding my confused expression for only a flicker of a second before quickly looking at the ground. A heavy sigh followed as his eyes stayed glued to the ground. “Alpha, I won’t harm anymore. Please have mercy and make my execution quick