Todos los capítulos de Betrayed Luna: The Alpha's Claim: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Cael POVI need to see Elena and my Dad Lykan. I screamed again, My little fists pounding on the oak floor of the left wing hallway. They’ve been gone for too long. What if something bad happened to them???The guards shifted awkwardly at their posts. One of the maids knelt beside me, her voice soft but strained. Cael, please, they’re fine, I promise. Elena and Alpha Lykan are strong, they’ll be home soon.I didn’t believe her. She was only saying it because grown-ups always said things like that when they didn’t know the truth. My heart was thudding too loudly for her words to make sense. My chest felt like it would explode.What if my father, Kairos found them?What if he hurt them?He was supposed to be my father by blood, but nothing about him felt like family. He never smiled at me, never sang, never knelt down to look me in the eyes like my friend Elena did. She always made me feel seen, safe, and like I mattered.And Lykan, he was rough around the edges, but I saw h

Sophia POV The room was silent, not the kind of silence that calms you, but the kind that suffocates. It was as though the air itself had turned into a cold, invisible hand gripping my throat. The only light in the room flickered from a dying candle, casting jagged shadows on the wall like ghostly claws. Then I heard it. A voice, tiny yet audibly clear. Sophia, you just told James that you don't mind burning the world if that's what it costs you to destroy Elena. Do you even know the gravity of what you are doing??? I froze immediately. The voice didn’t belong to anyone I knew, surprisingly. It wasn’t male or female, it was just there, like it had always been a part of the air around me. I felt it more than I heard it. You can back out before it’s too late. My hands clenched into fists. The voice was wrong. It had no idea what Elena had done to me and what she had stolen. I stood up from the rug-covered floor like a puppet yanked by rage. I will never back

Lykan POV The air was sharp, cold, and filled with the scent of age and ash. Trees towered above us like silent sentinels, their bare limbs stretching across the path as though trying to block us from what lay ahead. The trail beneath our feet had long forgotten the sound of footsteps, moss and fallen leaves swallowed what once might have been stone. Every step echoed the warning of a forgotten past. We were close. I could feel it in my bones, the way a wolf knows when prey is near, the map in my hand, aged and yellowed by time, shook slightly with the wind. I narrowed my eyes as I compared the symbols etched in blood to the stones around us. This should be it, I muttered. The warriors behind me came to a halt, Jaban stepped beside me, eyes scanning the area with silent alertness. The others, a mix of trusted guards and witches loyal to our cause, waited quietly, all senses sharp. The place before us looked like a graveyard of stone and memory. A collapsed structure lay a

Evelyn POV The North Range Pack, Sophia’s Quarters The corridor smelled of silence and thick perfume, I didn’t like the air here, too stagnant, too soft. I walked through it anyway, my heels clicking with quiet command against the stone tiles of the Northern Range palace. The guards I passed didn’t greet me, they didn’t need to. My presence alone spoke louder than any words. Sophia's room wasn’t far, but I took my time. Let her sense my approach, let her feel the weight of expectation in every approaching step. That girl had grown too used to comfort and delusion, it was time someone reminded her what it meant to be a queen. I pushed open the door without knocking. It creaked slightly, revealing a dim room full of stale tension. The curtains were half drawn, casting elongated shadows on the walls, and the air was heavy, laced with incense and frustration. Sophia sat on the edge of her bed, her hair disheveled, her posture slouched, and her eyes dull like those of a forgotten gho

Sophia POV Sophia’s face was flushed, her breathing erratic as her chest rose and fell in rapid succession. Her hands trembled uncontrollably, her pupils darting wildly from one corner of the room to the other. Her eyes, red and wide, reflected a storm of fear, confusion, and a growing darkness that refused to be ignored. Her voice cracked like a whip across the still air. I can’t do this anymore, Rina, she snapped, her tone shrill and wounded. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.. Rina rushed to her side, her brows knitted in concern. What is it, My Lady? What happened? Are you hurt? Sophia pointed frantically toward the center of the room. Can’t you see it? Can’t you see the blood all over? It's forming a path, almost like a tunnel leading to the rooftop. Rina’s gaze followed Sophia’s trembling finger, but all she saw was the cold stone floor. There’s nothing there, my Lady, Rina said gently, approaching with caution, the room is clean. No!!! Sophia shrieked,