Semua Bab THE LUNA'S FATE; A Cursed Omega's Rise : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Lucian The morning air was crisp, laced with the sharp scent of pine, damp soil, and the lingering musk of wolves who had already shifted and gone out for their first run. Cold dew clung to the earth, soaking into the soles of my boots as I stepped outside the warriors’ quarters. My breath came out in thin clouds. The sky was still pale, just brushing light at the edges.Somewhere near the main fire pit, a pot clanged against stone. Voices murmured low—warriors exchanging greetings, grunts, short laughs. Somewhere farther off, metal clashed with metal. The rhythm of early training.But I barely noticed any of it.My mind was elsewhere. It had been this way, for days now.I moved quietly across the camp, my body following the path to the training ground like it had every morning since I returned from Shadowfang. It was muscle memory by now. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, quiet but restless. He didn’t crave battle. Not really. He just wanted to move, to burn off what neither of us co

LucianI stepped into the council hall.The door creaked shut behind me with a dull thud, swallowing the outside world whole. The scent of old timber, burnt sage, and wolf musk wrapped around me like smoke. It was warmer inside, but not in a way that comforted. The warmth here felt ceremonial—ritualistic—like the heat from a funeral pyre, not a hearth. It settled against my skin like judgment.They were already waiting.Elder Damon stood to the right, his arms folded behind his back, his long grey braid tucked neatly over one shoulder. He didn’t move, didn’t blink. His stare was like stone—measured, unreadable, the kind of gaze that weighed not only your words, but your bloodline and the footsteps that brought you here. Beside him sat Elder Mirah, poised with the stillness of a predator, her hands folded in her lap, her back straight as a spear. Her silver eyes watched me, sharp enough to cut flesh and see what lay beneath it.And to her left—Tobias, Bran, and Kael—silent, ancient, th

LUCIANThe sun was climbing steadily, warm light filtering through the trees like strands of gold draped over the land. The pack was beginning to stir—low chatter, footsteps, the occasional bark of orders echoing across the compound—but none of it reached me.I sat beneath the old ash tree near the eastern wall, where the moss grew thick and the roots curled like sleeping wolves. I used to come here as a younger wolf when everything felt too loud. Now, old—and whatever else I had become—I came for the same reason. To think. To hide. To breathe.The bark pressed rough against my back. The air smelled of dew and earth, but it couldn’t ground the weight inside my chest. I closed my eyes.Adrian’s voice was immediate.“Go and take the position of Alpha of your pack… that’s the first step to peace.”I hadn’t paid much attention to what he meant at first. But now, with everything unraveling and the weight of the secret, heavy on me, it was clear.This was what Adrian had been pushing toward

LUCIANThe whistle cut through the air like a scream—sharp, sudden, unrelenting. It shattered the silence of midday like glass, slicing through the soft drone of the wind. I was already halfway to the door before the second blast came.I didn’t hesitate. There was no room for it—not when that sound meant danger.My hand reached for the sword leaning against the hearth, fingers curling instinctively around the hilt. The cold metal met my palm like an old friend. Familiar. Grounding. A warrior’s truth.Outside, I heard boots scrambling on stone. The two guards stationed near the entrance appeared, breathless, eyes wide.“Alpha, let us go ahead—” one of them began.“No.” My voice was firm, final. “I’ll handle it.”The emergency whistle of Bloodfang wasn’t blown in vain. Not ever. When it cried out, it meant something real. Something immediate.A flood of thoughts surged through my head as I stepped out—dark, disjointed thoughts. Was it an attack? A breach in the border wall? Had Shadowfa

LUCIANIt wasn’t easy convincing Selena to hide before Adrian came in. I could see the conflict in her eyes, the way her brows drew together and her mouth parted slightly as though she wanted to argue—wanted to scream that she wasn’t going to be invisible again, not because of him. Not anymore.But she didn’t say it.She just looked at me, hurt swimming silently behind the green of her eyes, and turned away.Every step she took away from me felt like a stone dropping through my chest.I watched her disappear behind the rear walls of the Hall, her scent lingering for a moment longer than she did, and then even that was gone.Inside, Adrian smiled as his eyes wandered all over the place.“Quite the place you have here, Alpha,” he said with mock appreciation, his eyes sweeping across the stone pillars and high ceilings, lingering where the crest of our pack was carved into the wood behind my chair. “Elegant. Very... domesticated.”I didn’t respond.I knew better than to play into his gam