All Chapters of I AM BETRAYED BY THE MOON: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Lyra’s POV The palace was quiet this morning, too quiet. The cheerful atmosphere that was usually here when Damian was Alpha had already vanished into thin air. Kael was still snoring in the royal chamber. Passed out drunk again, his crown probably rolling around on the floor somewhere. And his whores, still snoring by his side. He didn’t notice I was gone for most of the night. Didn’t know that I helped Gomez slip past the North Gate using a secret passage that hadn’t been used in years. Gomez had showed it to me, saying Alpha Cadman had built it for purposes like this. Didn’t know that I faked a pass and bribed the outer guard with jewelry from the queen’s vault. Didn’t know that the only reason his “Day of Cleansing” might never happen… was me. A few times, I was attempted to drive a silver dagger into his heart, but I decided against him. Such death would be too merciful for him. And definitely, it would turn out to be a hassle because the Rogue king would definitely come f

Author’s POVGomez moved quietly through the underbrush as he couldn't take a car to avoid suspicion from Kael's army —who were still combing every nook and cranny of the kingdom.Each step was pain—a difficult struggle. Each breath, fire. The wound on his arm throbbed with so much pain, but he didn't stop. He was supposed to be tending to it but there was no time for that. He couldn't wait. Lyra had risked everything to get him out of the palace. The rest—their lives, their kingdom—was up to him now to save.His path led northwest toward the Stormfang Pack. Alpha Nolan. Loyal to the Cadman pack. He once owed Alpha Cadman when he saved his son from a rogue attack many years ago.So, Gomez believed if the man still had an ounce of honor left in him, he’d help them by convincing other Alphas to rise to stand against Kael.But Kael wasn’t stupid.He’d sent patrols into the forest, rogue warriors inside patrol cars, sniffing out signs of rebellion since he couldn't really trust anyone yet

Gomez’s POVThe scent of herbs and antiseptic tickled my nose before I even opened my eyes. The sharp sting in my shoulder had dulled to a faint throb, and for the first time in days, I felt like I could finally breathe again.I blinked against the soft light filtering through a window and realized I was lying on a clean infirmary bed.Stormfang Pack.Oh, I made it. I almost forgot that for a moment. I had passed out in the car yesterday before we got to the palace.A bandage wrapped snugly around my chest and arm, and my skin was clean—no more dried blood or dust from the woods. A sigh escaped me as I shifted slightly, testing my strength.I wasn’t at a hundred percent, but I was alive.And that alone was a miracle after all the stress I had gone through.It feels good to be back on my feet again.Before I could call for the nurse's attention, the door creaked open and Talon stepped inside, carrying a small wooden tray with bread, a bowl of steaming stew, and a cup of what I hoped a

Kael's POV The palace bustled with activity—servants running up and down the marbled halls, tailors entering and exiting with bolts of silk, decorators arguing over flower arrangements, and chefs preparing menus to impress royalty. And at the center of it all stood me. Kael Whitmore. Soon to be King. I have been thinking a lot recently. Everything still feels like a dream. A dream come true—one that is too good to be true. How did I get here? I remembered the days that I have been so frustrated. The days that it seems nothing was working. The days everyone once doubted me, even my own father. But with perseverance and hardwork, I was able to achieve all I have ever wanted. I leaned back on the throne, draped in a black robe trimmed with gold thread, a glass of aged wine in my hand. I swirled it lazily, watching the reflection of the chandelier’s light dance across the crimson liquid. “My coronation,” I muttered under my breath. “In eleven days, the kingdom will kneel to

Gomez’s POVTha air inside the war room of the Stormfang palace was thick with tension and the scent of candle wax and burning logs. Maps were spread across a long wooden table, showing the Cadman Pack borders, marked in red ink, and dotted with notes of patrol movements, guard rotations, and secret tunnels Gomez still remembered from his years of service.Around the table, half the Alphas who had attended the meeting earlier were now seated again—quiet, stern-faced, determined. These were the ones who had chosen to act. The rest of the Alpha had backed down simply because they were afraid of the Rogue king's tyranny.Alpha Nolan stood at the head of the table, his jaw clenched, his eyes burning with resolve as he addressed them. “We strike before the coronation. If we wait, the seal will become permanent, and Kael will gain the full recognition of the Alpha Council.”“Agreed,” said Alpha Lydia of the Redstone Pack—she was the only female Alpha after about two decades and she's quite