Semua Bab My Ex's Uncle Claims Me as His Luna: Bab 111 - Bab 116

Samuel’s POVI watched the guard freeze in place behind the woman, his hands mere inches from her shoulders. She sensed something and glanced back nervously, her eyes widening as she realized how close he’d come to grabbing her.“Let her talk first,” I ordered, my voice calm despite the rage building inside me. “I want to hear her explanation before we deal with her.”The woman turned back to face me, tears streaming down her unfamiliar features. Annie shifted in my arms, still confused and frightened by everything happening around her.“My name is Jolene,” the woman began, her voice shaking uncontrollably. “Charlotte and I…we have history. Ancient history that goes back years.”“Where is Charlotte?” I demanded, cutting straight to the heart of the matter. “The real Charlotte. What did you do to her?”Jolene’s face crumpled completely. “She’s dead,” she whispered, the words barely audible. “Charlotte is dead.”Burning rage exploded through my chest. Annie made a small, wounded sound ag

Layla’s POVThe cemetery stood before us in neat rows of white marble and granite. Ancient oak trees provided shade over the winding paths, their branches heavy with summer leaves. Nathaniel walked beside me, his steps slower than usual, as if the weight of memory made each movement difficult.“This way,” he said quietly, leading me toward a section of newer graves near the back of the cemetery.“Samuel told me to face everything,” I said, breaking the silence between us. “He said hiding from the truth only makes it hurt more.”Nathaniel glanced at me, something unreadable in his expression. “Samuel is a wise man. Perhaps wiser than I’ve been.”We stopped before a beautiful marble headstone carved with roses and inscribed with elegant script. Luna Elizabeth, Beloved Wife and Mother. She brought joy to all who knew her.“My wife,” Nathaniel said simply. “Your mother. She died ten years ago today.”I stared at the grave, trying to process the strange coincidence. Here I was, standing wit

Layla’s POVThe Alpha Council hall was packed beyond capacity. Pack leaders from every territory had traveled here for Samuel’s inauguration ceremony, filling the tiered seating that rose toward the vaulted ceiling. The formal dress requirements meant everyone looked their absolute best.Some wore traditional ceremonial robes in their pack colors—deep forest greens, rich burgundies, and royal blues. Others had chosen military dress uniforms with polished brass buttons and medals earned in border conflicts.The older Alphas sat in the front rows, their faces serious as they waited for the proceedings to begin. Younger pack leaders occupied the middle sections, some fidgeting with nervousness while others maintained the stoic composure expected of their rank.I sat in the front row, wearing the blue silk gown my father had insisted on—something befitting my newly recognized royal status. Samuel stood at the podium, looking powerful in his dark ceremonial robes. The golden Chairman’s pin