All Chapters of Betrayed Luna: The Alpha's Claim : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elena's Pov "Is my baby okay?"The words slipped from my mouth before I could even open my eyes. Shaken by my motherly instinct, it had lingered while I was still even unconscious. The steady beeping of the monitor increased, matching the wildness of my heartbeat.White ceiling. Smell of antiseptic. Hospital.I noticed a doctor standing beside me, clutching a clipboard in his hand, and his expression masked with empathy. I just hoped and pleaded quietly to anything that could help that it wasn't what I was thinking."Mrs. Spencer," the doctor began, his voice restrained in a way that can only deliver bad news. "I am Dr. Andrews."My hands instinctively went to my stomach. Flat. Empty. Where there had been the firm fullness of being alive, there was now only softness. "I'm afraid we were unable to save your child." He said, the words falling from his lips like a stone sinking underwater.The words hit me like invisible bricks. My child...was dead."You had a placental abruption," the

lykan POV " He hasn't kept up his end of the bargain." Dominic’s voice pierced the tense silence of the council room, his cold judgment hanging over us like acrid smoke. As my Beta, his voice carried the weight of formal disapproval. I didn’t reply immediately. I stood, gazing out the window—the floor-to-ceiling glass of my mountain stronghold hands behind my back, my figure outlined against the stormcloud masses gathering on the horizon. A bolt of lightning lit up the sky, and for an instant, I saw the blade-sharp planes of my face, the scar of silver cutting through my left eyebrow, and the chill calculation of my gray eyes reflected in the glass. “Alpha, the Blood moon is three days, hence. The Northern Range Pack had offered one of the Spencer sisters as your Luna before that. They are stalling. They are stalling through James Spencer.” “I know,” I whispered, my voice dark and ominously subtle. Slowly, I turned, and the three council members who stood at the long table of bla

Elena PovThe cold door slammed behind me, and the echo was a reminder that I was all alone and dying. I curled myself up in a ball to reduce the cold, but to no avail, feeling the dampness of my blood soak the shirt I had on. I trembled on the cold floor against my skin, but I wasn't trembling because of the cold; no, my body was shaking out of furiousness. No one was coming to save me Not my parents Not James Not my dead mother. I was utterly alone, and the cold air made me shiver. I tried to warm myself up as much as possible, but nothing worked. Was I really going to die here? Never knowing the truth.I couldn't die here. I couldn't even scream. My voice was low from the cold. I watched as more blood flowed out of my fresh C-section wound that was supposed to be healing. Then something sparked inside of me, I felt something or someone. My wolf which has always been dormant stirred for the first time, and I heard footsteps but before I could decipher what was going on I

Elena’s POVI woke up choking on air.My lungs pulled in breath after breath like they hadn’t worked in days. The air smelled... wrong. Too clean. Too sharp. My skin burned as if every nerve had been dipped in fire.Panic clawed up my throat before I even opened my eyes.Where was I?The ceiling above me wasn’t familiar. Stone walls. Tall windows. A fire crackled nearby. The sheets beneath me were smooth, the bed too soft to belong to any place I knew.My fingers twitched against the blanket, and a sharp ache bloomed in my abdomen. The pain made everything snap into focus.I remembered the cold. The cabin. The blood. The absolute certainty that I was going to die.But I hadn’t.I blinked, struggling to sit up.A woman stepped into view a face I didn’t recognize. She was tall, her black braids tied back neatly, a white coat falling past her knees. A doctor. But not from my pack. That much I knew.“You’re awake,” she said softly, moving to the side of the bed. “Try not to move too much.

Elena’s POVA week passed.Seven long, quiet, maddening days.It wasn’t the healing that was hard. Not anymore. My body was catching up fast—unnaturally fast, honestly—but the silence? The questions with no answers? That was worse.Most of my time was spent wandering the halls of the Black Mountain estate, occasionally limping my way through the gardens or pretending I didn’t hear the whispers when pack members passed by. They didn’t speak to me. Not really. Not directly. I was the half-bonded girl with violet eyes and no wolf voice, the Luna-that-wasn’t good enough. Even I couldn't blame them.But my wolf she stirred beneath my skin more often now. Not speaking, not fully formed, but there. Waiting. Watching. And every time Lykan came close, even if I didn’t see him, I felt it. My body would start acting like I was in control, and my blood would pump faster, I hated how much my wolf yearned for him.I was in the room they gave me, curled up close to the window on a bench that