Semua Bab The Cursed Luna And Her Ruthless Alpha: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Elara’s POVFor one long moment, I just stood, my breath coming in long, controlled exhales as I stared at the space where Andrew, Dorian, and Mira had barely left.I shut the door behind them, leaving me in the kind of silence that made me uncomfortable especially after the conversation that just went on. What unfinished business could Dorian possibly have with Andrew?My mind replayed every interaction we’d had, searching for any sign, any hints I might have missed while everything was going on. Dorian had always been calculative, always playing a game only he knew the rules to. I didn’t doubt for a second that whatever he wanted had nothing to do with goodwill.Knowing who he is, he has an ulterior motive. There has never been any love lost between. Everything is just a game.I ran a hand down my face, pressing my fingers against my temple, suddenly feeling weary from everything.It is too early in the morning for this.Sighing, I walked toward the window, pulling apart the thick

Elara’s POVI rushed forward, my pulse pounding in my ears, but before I could get any closer, two warriors stepped into my path.What do they want this time?I didn't have the time to start interacting with them. I had Andrew to catch up to and I knew if I didn't get to him in time, I would miss out on whatever Dorian had to tell him.They stood tall, their bodies rigid, blocking my way like a pair of immovable guards. Their expressions were unreadable, but the tension in their stance was clear.I could already smell the sweat they worked up while training with the other warriors. And I was already tired of inhaling it as I wrinkled my nose at them.I narrowed my eyes. They obviously had an issue with me. I really don’t have time for this."Move," I said, my voice firm and clear. I didn't want to get involved with them but if they tried to stop me…The warriors didn’t budge. One of them, a broad-shouldered man with a scar running down his jaw, crossed his arms. His companion, taller

Elara’s POVI stood frozen for a moment, watching Andrew disappear into the building with Dorian, Mira, and Michael. His broad shoulders radiated the authority of an Alpha, yet his departure left a hollow space in my chest that I couldn’t ignore.The pack lingered briefly, murmuring amongst themselves. Some looked at me with pity, others with disdain. I didn’t care to what their expressions really was. Max and Tom, still crouched on the ground nursing their injuries, shot me dark glares before dragging themselves to their feet and limping away.I thought they would say something else to me. They knew better.Cowards. That's what they were.When the rest of the pack finally began dispersing, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. My muscles ached as I straightened, the sharp sting in my ribs and the dull ache of my split lip served as a harsh reminder of the ordeal I've been put through.With a deep breath, I turned toward the packhouse. Each step felt heavier than the las

Elara’s POVThe sun was dipping low, casting long shadows across the packhouse as I stepped outside. The air was cool and filled with the earthy scent of the woods. My heart raced as I moved quickly down the stone path, my boots crunching against the gravel.I didn’t bother looking over my shoulder as I had no time to waste. Every step away from the packhouse made my heart beat faster as I set the plan swirling in my mind into motion.As I walked deeper into the woods, it shrouded me in semi-darkness, the tall trees blocking the last rays of sunlight. My fingers brushed the rough bark of a tree as I leaned against it, to take a deep breath and check if I was being followed. I needed to hurry before anyone sees me. What I needed can only be found in the northern borders of the pack.The northern borders weren’t far, but I couldn’t afford to be seen. My movements were fast and sure, rushing between trees, while making sure my steps were quiet.Every snap of a branch or rustle of leaves

Andrew’s POVI didn’t answer immediately. Dorian’s smug grin and hidden threats still remained in my mind, but it was Mira’s sharp words about Elara that stuck with me the most. Her malicious tone, the way she spat out the word “Omega” like it was a curse—it had grated against at my very core like nothing had in a while.Michael’s voice broke into my thoughts. “You noticed Mira was the one doing most of the talking, right? Dorian barely had to say a word. She’s like his mouthpiece, stirring the pot while he stays clean.”I nodded, my jaw tightening. “I noticed. It’s a calculated move, as always. Keeps his hands clean while the rest of us are left dealing with the fallout.”Michael shifted in his seat, leaning forward slightly. “Speaking of fallout… why did you let her get under your skin like that?”I frowned, my gaze snapping to his. “What do you mean?”He leaned back again, his tone consciously casual. “I’m talking about Mira and her little comments about Elara. You were ready to bi