All Chapters of Betrayed Luna: The Alpha's Claim: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Elena pov.Dominic hadn't shut ùp the whole ride. We were supposed to make it to the Northern Range in a day, but cause we didn't expect to meet the witches, now we had to rethink, cause it was going to take us 2days.It was getting dark and we still hadn't found a place to camp. The snow was thicker here and we were close to a mountain. One wrong move could trigger an avalanche. It was best to be careful.Looking over my shoulder, I could see Lykan and Dominic talking. We needed more space. We were now 4 extra people might not seem like a lot, but they are actually a lot, especially cause we have a limited supply. Lykan had ordered some scouts to go hunt while the rest looked for a perfect site to camp.“Hi” I turned to see the youngest witch looking at me eyes wide I turned to see the youngest witch, eyes wide and curious. She had the kind of face that didn’t belong in this frozen wasteland—soft features, delicate nose, and the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. Her long blond hair spille

Elena’s POVThe morning came too fast.The sky was still dim, painted in soft gray strokes. Cold air wrapped around the camp like a warning, sharp and whispering. I barely slept my mind kept returning to Lykan’s voice calling the baby “a little Elena.” It played over and over again in my head like a lullaby, warm and soft… until the fear crept back in.What if I lost this one too? No, I couldn't be thinking such negative things.I slipped out of the tent before Lykan stirred. I needed to move, breathe, and think. My legs felt restless. My body needed the movement maybe my baby did too.The snow crunched quietly beneath my boots as I walked, arms wrapped tightly around myself. Most of the camp was still quiet. A few scouts were murmuring as they packed weapons, and a few horses snorted softly, steam rising from their breath. It was peaceful… deceptively peaceful.I walked toward the edge of the clearing, further from camp, just past the thinned-out trees near the base of the mountain.

Elena povLater that evening, with the fire low and the village lights dim outside the curtained windows, we gathered in a tight circle.Everyone’s face was tense, alert. Even Dominic, who was usually sarcastic even in battle, sat upright, chewing on the edge of his glove.“We move at night,” Corra said, voice hushed but firm. “I’ll get you close to the barrier line. But once you cross it... You’re on your own.”“We need a scouting plan,” Sylvester added, tracing something invisible on the floor like a map. “Two teams. One head toward the inner ridge, the other toward the waterway cutting behind the forest cliffs.”Lykan nodded. “We move light. Quiet. No fire. Minimal magic.”“Sounds good,” Aurora said, already threading her fingers through her beads, preparing a charm. “But before we play heroes in the dark... what exactly are we looking for in this place? Like what's the shape or...?"Dominic raised a hand. “Yeah, hi. Sorry to interrupt the council of doom, but I’ve been dying to as

Elena pov.I stared at the glowing sigil in the bark, the Starbloom pulsing above it like a slow, magical heartbeat.It felt… important.But something inside me twisted uneasily.“I don’t think this is it,” I said finally, my voice barely louder than the whispering trees.Aurora looked at me, her eyes thoughtful. “You feel it too?”I nodded. “It’s old. Powerful. Sealed. But it feels… wrong." Or maybe too obvious.”“Agreed,” Aurora murmured. “Kairos is clever. He wouldn’t be after something so easily found. Breaking this might just wake something we were never meant to find.”Dominic rubbed the back of his neck. “So, not our magical murder flower?”“Not today,” I muttered.And then I felt her stir.Eira.Her voice slid like cool silk through my mind."Not it," she said firmly. "But close. So close. I can feel it. That flower isn’t feeding from this tree… the roots run deep. They’re anchored somewhere far beneath. Hidden."Buried magic, I realized. Something sleeping deeper than we coul

James POV It used to be simple. I wanted Elena. Not for politics. Not even for power. I wanted her. The way her eyes lit was like something ancient lived behind them. The way she moved, like she didn’t belong to anyone. Like she didn’t even belong to this world. She was untouchable. And yet, I almost had her. Until Lykan. That mutt stole what was mine. He didn’t deserve her. He never would. He touched her like she was fragile when she was fire. He held her like she needed protecting, when what she needed was someone who could stand in the fire with her—and own it. And now? He walks beside her like some perfect Alpha, like her knight, her sword, her mate. It made me sick. She should’ve bled for leaving me. She should’ve crawled back. Instead, I was left with Sophia. A pale echo. A cracked mirror. A woman made of poison and desperation. I used to enjoy her. The vanity. The hunger. She reminded me of myself once. But now? She was nothing but a vessel. A means to an end. P