All Chapters of The Alpha’s Hidden Luna : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ZoeDawn was still hours away, but I could feel time slipping through my fingers like sand. Uncle Lucien stood in my cell doorway, patient as death itself, while my mind raced through possibilities. Each option felt like a trap, but I had to find a way out that didn't end with me as his puppet."I need to see them," I said finally, my voice carefully measured. "All of them. Not just voices through a device."Lucien's eyebrow arched. "Making demands already? How refreshingly Alpha of you.""If I'm going to pledge my life to you, I need proof they're worth saving." The lie tasted bitter, but I forced conviction into my tone. "For all I know, you're showing me old recordings. Dead voices.""Clever girl." His smile held genuine appreciation. "Always thinking three moves ahead, just like your father. Very well. Tomorrow evening, during the prisoner transfer to our main compound, you can see them with your own eyes."A transfer. That could be my chance, if I played this right."And then I d

ZoeThe forest around me exploded into chaos. Gunfire cracked through the air like thunder, and silver bullets whined past my head as I dove behind a fallen log. My heart hammered against my ribs as the truth sank in, both sides had planned betrayals, and I was caught in the crossfire."Well, well," Lucien's voice boomed across the clearing through his megaphone. "It seems we have a proper hunting party tonight."I pressed myself deeper into cover as more shots rang out. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Damon's carefully planned ambush had turned into a nightmare, and somewhere in the chaos, my brother was a prisoner watching this battle unfold.A figure crashed through the underbrush beside me, Kade, the Nightfang warrior who'd rescued me from the rogues weeks ago. Blood streaked down his left arm, but his grip on his rifle remained steady."Move!" he barked, grabbing my shoulder. "They've got us surrounded.""Where's Damon?" I shouted over the gunfire."Pinned down fifty yards

ZoeThe ancient woman stepped into the firelight like a shadow given form. Her arrival silenced even the crackling flames, as if the very air held its breath. I pressed my back against the cold stone wall of my cell, watching through the bars as pack members scattered like startled deer.She was impossibly old, her silver hair flowing like moonbeams down her bent shoulders. But her eyes, her eyes burned with an inner fire that made my wolf stir restlessly beneath my skin."Oracle Thessa," Damon's voice cut through the hushed whispers. He stepped forward, but even he seemed diminished in her presence. "What brings you to Nightfang territory?"The Oracle's gaze swept across the gathered pack before settling on me with laser precision. My breath caught. Those ancient eyes seemed to see straight through flesh and bone into my very soul."The Moon Goddess calls, and I answer." Her voice was like wind through winter branches—soft yet carrying an edge that could cut. "She has shown me vision

ZoeThe cell felt smaller after Oracle Thessa's words. Every breath I took seemed to echo with the weight of prophecy. ‘Unite the packs or destroy them all.’ The choice felt impossible, like being asked to choose between drowning or burning alive."She has to die." Elder Marrok's gravelly voice cut through the morning air. "The prophecy is clear…she'll either save us or damn us. Those odds aren't good enough."Through the bars, I watched the pack elders gather around Damon like vultures circling carrion. Elder Vera nodded her agreement, her silver hair gleaming in the dawn light."The risk is too great, Alpha. Kill her now, before whatever power she carries fully awakens."Damon stood with his back to my cell, but I could see the tension in his shoulders. "And if killing her brings the curse Thessa mentioned? Seven generations of suffering for our pack?""Better cursed than extinct," Elder Gareth spat. "I've lived through pack wars before. I know what happens when power like this goes

ZoeThe packhouse shook like an earthquake was tearing it apart. Explosions rattled the walls, and the acrid smell of silver smoke burned my throat. Through the chaos, I heard wolves howling in pain and rage.My cell door hung open, twisted metal smoking from whatever had blown it apart. Silver light still danced under my skin, but I fought to keep it contained. The last thing anyone needed was me losing control in the middle of a battle."Zoe!" I spun toward the voice and my heart nearly stopped. Finn stood in the doorway, but he wasn't alone. Three rogues flanked him, their eyes wild with bloodlust. My brother looked older, thinner, with new scars marking his face."Finn." His name came out as a whisper. After all this time, seeing him alive should have filled me with joy. Instead, dread pooled in my stomach."Come with us, sister. Uncle Lucien is waiting."The way he said it, flat, emotionless, made my skin crawl. This wasn't the brother who used to sneak me extra dessert or teach