All Chapters of The Rogue Luna: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Angelina’s POV The wind still carried the scent of blood and battle as we stood in the clearing, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. The forest had gone eerily silent, the enemies either dead, retreated, or watching from the shadows.But I could still feel the Elder’s presence lingering in the air, like an imprint on my skin.He had seen me.Not just as another wolf in the pack. Not as Luca’s mate. Not as an omega.No, he had looked at me like I was something more.Something dangerous.The thought sent a chill down my spine.Luca turned to me, his dark eyes scanning me for injuries. His chest was still rising and falling with exertion, his body tense with lingering aggression. “Are you hurt?”“No,” I said, though my muscles ached from the fight. “I’m fine.”Elara ran a hand through her tangled hair, her eyes sharp. “That was an Elder,” she said, her voice low. “That wasn’t just a scout or a rogue testing our defenses. That was a warning.”Zane wiped blood from his jaw and nodded. “Or

Angelina’s POV The words echoed in my mind, each syllable carving itself into my bones.“You were never meant to exist.”I stared at the man across the table, my heart thudding in my chest. A chill ran down my spine, but I forced myself to stand tall, to meet his gaze without flinching.“What do you mean?” My voice was steady, but my fingers curled into fists at my sides.The man leaned back, watching me with an unsettling curiosity. “You think you’re just some omega who defied her fate? That your strength is a lucky anomaly?” He let out a quiet chuckle. “You are so much more.”Luca stepped forward, his presence radiating tension. “Enough riddles. Say what you know.”The man’s smirk didn’t waver, but there was something sharp in his eyes. “Your little mate here is an abomination in the eyes of the Elders. A mistake. Something that should have been wiped out before she ever took her first breath.”A lump formed in my throat, but I swallowed it down. “Why?”The man steepled his fingers

Angelina’s POV The energy coursing through my veins was unlike anything I had ever felt before. It was wild, raw, and untamed, like a raging river that had been held back for too long and had finally broken free. My skin tingled with the sensation, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t feel weak—I felt alive.Alric watched me with an appraising look, his silver eyes gleaming under the dim torchlight of the temple. “You felt it, didn’t you?”I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. “It wasn’t just a vision. It was real. I was there with her.”“The First Alpha,” Luca murmured beside me. His presence was a steadying force, grounding me as the rush of power threatened to overwhelm me. “You saw her?”I met his gaze and nodded. “She spoke to me. She said I was never weak.” My voice shook slightly, the weight of her words still pressing against my chest. “But what does that mean? If I have her blood, why was my power sealed away?”Alric sighed, stepping forward. “Because power like

Angelina’s POV The temple’s silence was unsettling. Dust still hung in the air, illuminated by the weak flickering of the torches. The battle was over, the Elders were gone, and yet, my body remained tense—waiting for something, anything.Luca stood a few feet away, his golden eyes scanning the ruins, his muscles still coiled as if he expected another attack. Elara and Alric remained nearby, both watching me with unreadable expressions.I should have felt victorious. I had done what I never imagined possible—I had faced the Elders and won. And yet, an uneasy feeling settled in my chest.Something wasn’t right.I turned to Alric. “Is it over?”He studied me for a long moment before answering. “The Elders you faced are gone, yes. But power like theirs never disappears completely.”My stomach twisted. “Meaning?”Luca stepped closer. “Meaning their magic could return. Or worse—others might come in their place.”I swallowed hard. I had barely survived this fight, and now they were telling

Angelina’s POV The flickering lanterns cast jagged shadows on the damp stone walls, their glow barely piercing the suffocating darkness of the underground tunnels.Luca had sworn to stand by me.Yet, as we moved deeper into the unknown, the weight of that promise pressed against my chest. It felt fragile, like something that could shatter with the slightest shift of fate.I had learned, painfully, that oaths were easy to make and even easier to break.But I wanted to believe him.I needed to.“Stay close,” Luca murmured, his voice a low rumble in the confined space.I didn’t need the warning. The tunnels felt alive, as if something unseen slithered through the cracks, watching, waiting.Elara moved ahead, her keen eyes scanning for danger, while Alric walked a few paces behind me, silent as ever. The tension in the air was thick, almost unbearable.Then, suddenly—A sound.Faint, almost imperceptible.A whisper of movement.I halted, every muscle in my body locking into place. “Did y