Todos los capítulos de Betrayed Luna: The Alpha's Claim: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Elena pov After much convincing, Cael eventually dropped the whole thing. I stood in front of the moirea clan. All eyes staring at me, some confused but filled with admiration. Mira walked up to the podium. She looked younger, happier, and much more fulfilled. I could understand all the weight on her shoulders that was finally lifted. I stood nervously about to be crowned Alpha queen. Who would know I would go from being bullied and mistreated to being loved, then fighting 2 wars so far. I could hardly believe I had made it this far, but it still wasn't over yet, it wasn't over till I killed Kairos. After the crowning ceremony, I planned to go and meet the Keeper. Lykan said he smelled like a wolf, but I couldn’t smell it. "Silence." An elder said the whole crowd stopped whispering. "We the moirea clan are prideful pack. But we were forced to become slaves and suffered for years. When we finally thought we had a saviour she was killed by the alpha, but the moon godd

Elena pov I let go of all the restraints I had left, I would let him have his way with me. He unzipped my panties and pulled them off. I was left in just my panties. He kissed up my legs slowly savouring every minute of it. He kissed the top of my p*ssy through the panties. He slowly untied the ropes that held it up. The cold made me shiver. Slowly putting his lips on my clit, I felt the warmth of his tongue on my clit. “Mmmh..shh” I let out a moan grabbing a handful of his hair in my hand. It was like that was the encouragement he needed. He used his tongue to twirl around my clit. Before he parted from it. “Ahh..lykan.” I moaned when he inserted one finger into me. My head dropped back and he picked up his pace. Then adding two fingers. “Fu…..ckkk.” sank my nail into his shoulder, not slowing his pace one bit he then sucked on my clit. “Don’t stop please….please..” I pleaded, and he increased the pace of his finger, adding another one. I reached for his hair pushing hi

Lykan pov I stared at the sleeping Elena in my arms. I couldn’t sleep I had been thinking about the journey we were about to embark on. What if u couldn't protect her and something bad happened? No, I couldn’t think such negative things. She moved, adjusting herself. Oh my Elena. She was so beautiful. Her face looked so peaceful when she was asleep. You probably wouldn't believe she was a warrior. She was a strong woman and very independent, which is what scared me the most. I wish she would rely more on me and allow me to share some of her burdens. I wanted her to be happy. That's why I must kill Kairos to give her peace of mind. Those bastards at the Northern Range Pack would also pay. I stared at her again. Running my fingers on her cheeks. I needed to sleep tomorrow was going to be a long day. I closed my eyes and tightened my grip on her. ------------- I could feel someone touching my face. It had to be Elena. What was she doing? She ran her fingers across m

Elena POVWe set up camp just beyond the mouth of the canyon, where the earth finally stopped shaking and the sky began to calm.The others moved with quiet precision. No one spoke much. The adrenaline of the escape still clung to our skin like smoke, and no one wanted to say what we were all thinking:That canyon had nearly swallowed us whole.And something inside it had wanted to.Lykan had posted extra guards. Dominic kept sharpening the same dagger over and over again, his brows furrowed and his usual jokes long gone. Even Sylvester had a haunted look in his eyes as he lit the perimeter torches.But I couldn’t rest.Not yet.The moon hung low and red in the sky. A whisper of the Blood Moon to come.I stood near the edge of the camp, just far enough that I could still see the firelight, but the cold wind brushed harder against my cheeks.And I felt it.A tug.Soft. Gentle. Like someone calling my name from behind a curtain. Something was whispering to me The canyon. It was coming

Elena POV The wind shifted. I felt it before I heard it. That kind of stillness that doesn't feel like peace, but like the world holding its breath. The forest, quiet and draped in frost, seemed to whisper warnings through the trees. My horse slowed beneath me, her ears twitching. Ahead, Lykan raised a hand, signaling us to halt. The crunch of hooves on snow stopped. Only silence remained. Then—a crack. A sharp snap of a branch, followed by hurried footsteps. The scent hit me next: burnt herbs, old blood, and magic. Witches. "Incoming," Dominic muttered, hand already on the hilt of his blade. "And they're not walking." They burst from the trees like shadows given form. Four of them—cloaked in tattered robes, faces pale with fear, blood streaked across their arms and cheeks. One of them stumbled, falling hard into the snow, while the others skidded to a stop at the sight of us. The tallest of them, a woman with tangled black hair and glowing green eyes, raised her hand. A s