Semua Bab Betrayal under the wolf’s moon: Bab 61 - Bab 70

They got engaged.She was beautiful— fair-skinned, with eyes like ice during winter. Her hair had the perfect touch of red, likened to a dying summer's sun. A quiet kind of beauty that felt both distant and deliberate.During the ritual, they sat close, but didn’t speak a word. She wore a smile—polite, unreadable—a mixture of cold restraint and something warmer beneath. It puzzled Thane...he wondered what it meant.He didn’t want this woman, but now that she was his, he might as well try to get to know her, probably like her. Try to be friendly.“Are you pretending, or are you always this cold?” he asked, leaning slightly towards her.She giggled softly, her pale cheeks flushing pink. “Are you always this hilarious?” she shot back with a playful face.He shrugged. She didn't glare at him to keep shut. Oh well, maybe she was not so bad.“I’m doing all kinds of things,” he said with a wink. Depends on the weather. But you… you’ve got all the seasons in you.”She blushed again, offering

She didn't need to be introduced, she already knew who she was.Alexa stepped closer to Thane and locked her hands with his. Having noticed Mira, she could sense that she was a threat. She needed to act fast and guard her territory.Mira took a deep breath and faced them, noticed her moving but ignored it.She tried to keep her eyes away from both of them, but yet, it still went ahead and fell unconsciously on their interlocked hands. When she saw it, her heart shattered to a million pieces.She blinked hard, trying to refuse the tears that wanted to go spiral.“His hand is supposed to only fit into mine.” She groaned inwardly.“Alexa,” Thane finally found his voice. “This is Mira, the pack's library keeper,” he said.She was surprised at the introduction. “Just a library keeper, wow!” She muttered inaudibly. She did all she could to contain her emotions inside.“Mira, this is Alexa, my…” his voice trailed off unexpectedly.She didn't wait to ask why he had stopped, she finished off a

NARRATORThe throne room had never felt colder.It was built to impress—with towering marble pillars, golden latticework around arched windows, and a floor so polished it reflected the sorrow of every soul who dared walk across it. But today, that cold didn’t come from stone. It came from the people who stood within it, from the choices made.And from the woman laughing at the center of it all.Alexa stood tall in her war robes, her hair cascading in crimson curls, her eyes alive with a cruel sort of glee. The laughter bubbling from her lips was shrill, victorious, echoing through the hall like a dagger against glass. She had dismissed the pack members, and the elders too. This moment was for her.In chains, at her feet, knelt Mira and Luca.Blood crusted Luca’s temple. Mira’s face bore scratches, bruises, and streaks of ash that once belonged to homes—homes that now existed only as blackened bones in the soil.Her eyes were wide but not afraid. No, there was no fear left in her. Only

NARRATORThe fire crackled in the hearth of Alexa’s room, throwing soft gold over polished obsidian. She stood at the window in a robe of violet and black, sipping wine made from crushed nightshade berries and something far more expensive—hope.Thane stood stiffly behind her, silent, still under the binding curse, mouth sealed by invisible chains. The moment he’d defied her, she’d twisted the spell tighter. Now, he could speak only when she commanded him to—and he hated her all the more for it.Alexa loved it.She turned slowly to face him, tilting her head as if observing a piece of art she had personally defiled. “You miss her, don’t you?”His jaw tensed.“Mira,” she said, tasting the name like spoiled fruit. “Your little puppet. She’s in the dungeons now, looks so broken. I almost feel bad.”She laughed then. A full-bodied, cruel thing that bounced off the marble.Thane’s eyes burned with silent fury.“I know you want to speak,” Alexa teased. “To say something heroic. Maybe beg, ma

NARRATOR POV“They escaped?"The vase shattered against the stone wall, sending shards flying like deadly glitter. Alexa’s scream tore through the throne room, raw and animalistic.“They escaped?” she shrieked again, spinning on the trembling guard who had brought the news. “You useless, sniveling pile of… how did two half-dead mutts slip past you?”The guard didn’t speak. He couldn’t. His legs had already given out beneath him, and his face was a sickly shade of gray. He was praying—whether to the Moon Goddess or death itself, no one knew.Alexa’s eyes glowed a dangerous violet as she raised her hand, fingers twitching with the pull of dark energy. For a second, the air trembled. Then a faint voice broke through the haze.“They couldn't have gone far. We'll… we'll find them.” The voice broke into a pleading whisper. “Please, spare us Your Majesty." It was the young guard whose key they had stolen.Alexa turned sharply. "Spare you? You want me to spare you? How do I know you didn't le