All Chapters of The Cursed Luna And Her Ruthless Alpha: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Elara’s POVThe silence in the chamber was absolute. I could hear the tick in my jaw from how hard I was clenching it.Tobias raised his hand. “We begin the vote now.”One by one, the elders stood. Each step, each movement, felt like I was getting steadily to death.“Guilty,” Mara said first, her voice sharp, smug.“Guilty,” Rhea followed, without hesitation.I screamed inwardly.How could they give them an opportunity to vote? They aren't even elders.Elder May shifted uncomfortably, then said, “Not guilty.”Greg hesitated, looked straight at me, then said, “Not guilty.”I swallowed hard.Two to two.Then Elder Harrow rose. His cane thudded on the stone floor as he walked forward. His eyes swept over the room before they landed on me. Old, and tired.“I find her guilty,” he said.A gasp rippled across the chamber.Tobias didn’t speak immediately. His face looked carved from granite. Then finally, he gave a single nod. “The council has decided. By a narrow margin... guilty.”I felt th

Elara’s POVWe didn’t win that night. We survived it but barely.The next morning was colder than it should’ve been. The scent of burnt wood clung to everything—my hair, my clothes, the inside of my mouth. Ash coated the ground, making it look like snow had fallen during the night. The council chamber was gone. Just blackened beams and smoldering rubble now.We’d spent the night counting our wounded and burning the dead.I didn’t sleep. None of us did.And we didn’t catch Mara or Rhea. Not a single damn trace.They vanished into the forest with whatever they stole—leaving behind bodies and a mess none of us were prepared to clean up.I sat on the flat edge of a broken pillar just outside what used to be the vault room. My limbs ached. My mind hadn’t stopped spinning since the explosion. My blade rested on my lap, stained dark red. I hadn't had the energy to clean it.Andrew crouched beside me, holding a cracked piece of the council vault door in his hand.“It wasn’t just the ledger,”

Elara’s POVThe forest was quiet.I didn’t move. Didn’t even blink. Kieran’s voice still lingered in the air like smoke, sweet and poisonous.He stood before me, filled with arrogance, wearing that half-smile like he owned the godsdamn moon. He was dangerous—that much hadn’t changed. But something in his eyes tonight was different. I didn’t like it.“You’re serious,” I said.“Deadly,” he replied. “And if you’re smart, you’ll stop wasting time and start fighting them.” He flicked his fingers toward the east. The council chambers. The heart of everything rotting in this pack.Andrew’s voice was low, controlled. “You think Elara’s going to join you after everything you’ve done?”Kieran didn’t even look at him. His eyes stayed on mine. “I think Elara’s smart enough to know the rules were written to break her.”I clenched my jaw.Michael was already moving. “Enough. You’re under arrest—step away from her now.”Greg followed with his sword drawn, boots crunching on the leaves. I didn't eve

Elara’s POVI knew something was wrong the second I stepped into the east wing.The air was too quiet. The silence too deep.I picked up my pace, boots tapping softly against the stone floor as I rounded the corner. The scent of blood hit me hard—sharp, coppery, unmistakable. My pulse spiked.“Andrew,” I whispered, and broke into a run.Then I saw him.Slumped against the wall. Blood smeared down his jaw, his shirt torn, one arm bent at a sick angle. Greg was kneeling beside him, pressing cloth to his ribs, while Michael stood nearby, sword still drawn, face pale and furious.“Gods,” I breathed, dropping to my knees beside him. “What happened?”“He was ambushed,” Greg said without looking at me. “Two attackers. One escaped. The other…” He jerked his head toward the body behind him. “Didn’t make it.”Andrew coughed, his eyes fluttering open as I gripped his hand.“Elara?” His voice was raw, barely a whisper.“I’m here,” I said. “You’re okay. Just breathe.”“You’re late,” he rasped, try

Elara’s POVPain brought me back first. A dull, aching throb in the back of my head. My arms were numb. My mouth dry as sand. I tried to move, but metal bit into my wrists, cold and tight.Chains.Again.My eyes fluttered open, heavy with whatever they’d drugged me with. The room was dim—stone walls, a single torch flickering from a place near the door. Shadows danced across the floor. I was sitting against a wall, ankles bound too, arms chained above my head.Not the infirmary. Not home.I didn’t have to ask where I was. The stench of blood and damp earth was enough. Dorian’s stronghold. His dungeon, probably. How poetic.It was easy to notice where I was. I've been here on different occasions. But thinking about it felt like a lifetime ago.Footsteps echoed before I could gather my thoughts.I lifted my head. Slowly. Dorian’s shadow emerged from the dark corridor like something from a nightmare. Tall. Composed. That familiar smirk stretched across his face like he’d won the damn war