Semua Bab Betrayed Luna: The Alpha's Claim : Bab 151 - Bab 160

Lykan POV Time wasn't on our side anymore, the skies above were beginning to change colors, giving hints of the full blood moon that would rise tonight. Everything Mila had said was coming to pass faster than I expected, and I hated that I couldn't control it, I hated that we had to wait, wait when every single second meant Elena could be slipping further away from me, into danger I could no longer predict. I stood with Dominic, both of us hidden under the shadows of the outer wall, tension rippling between us like heat. My jaw was clenched so tight I could taste blood from where I bit my inner cheek. My hands trembled, not out of fear, but out of sheer rage I was barely keeping inside. The scent of the approaching moon was wild in the air, thick like iron and ash. It was a warning, but also a promise, something was about to break. Just then, Dominic nudged me slightly, pointing toward the southern corridor of the palace. My eyes darted in that direction and there he was. Kairos.

Kairos POV I wasn’t supposed to be here. Not yet... The blood moon was only a few hours away, its crimson hue already beginning to taint the edges of the twilight sky, a silent omen whispering chaos and power. And yet, as I stood veiled by shadows at the edge of the stone wall near the dungeon corridor, my heart stopped at the sight before me. Elena!!!! She was alive. So was Lykan. What in the name of the goddess had James done? I clenched my fists, digging my nails into my palms as I stepped further into the darkness, hidden behind one of the cursed archways that gave me a clear view into the sacred dungeon, a place meant only for sacrificial rites and executions. The air here was heavier than normal. It buzzed with a forbidden energy, thick with blood-soaked memories and magic that refused to die. But right there before my eyes, James, Sophia, and his mother, Evelyn, were the ones magically bound by glowing ethereal chains. Elena stood proud and commanding, no longer the f

The palace courtyard was no longer the majestic ground it once was, it now roared with chaos. Arrows flew, blades clashed, growls filled the air, and blood painted the walls in streaks of fury. The moon, swollen and red beneath the horizon, threatened to rise fully, and the world felt like it was holding its breath for what was to come. Elena’s footsteps echoed as she entered the grand corridor, her eyes burning with purpose. Her aura was dark, commanding. Her long black cloak fluttered behind her like the wings of vengeance. At the other end of the corridor stood Kairos, leaning against a pillar, arms folded, as if he had been expecting her all along. You came quicker than I thought, Kairos said coolly, stepping away from the shadows. I warned James, but I guess he didn’t have the balls to finish what I started. Elena’s eyes narrowed. And now you’ll try? I don’t try, he smirked, I win. With a flick of his wrist, a surge of raw power exploded from him, hurling dust and sha

Elena’s POV Lykan’s body lay limp in my arms, still no hope to get him to come back to me.. The battlefield had fallen into a terrifying silence. The smell of blood and smoke lingered thick in the air. Everything felt hollow, like time itself had paused to watch the choice I would make. My fingers trembled as they clutched the bloodied collar of his tunic, pressing against the slow cooling of his chest. No breath, no heartbeat, nothing. Lykan, I whispered, my voice breaking. You can’t leave me now, we’re not done… not like this, at least.. His head lolled to the side, and a broken sob escaped my throat. I could feel the magic inside me crackling, restless, desperate. I could burn the entire battlefield to the ground. I could rise now, finish James off while he stood only steps away, too weak to defend himself. But it wouldn’t bring Lykan back. Behind me, Sophia’s voice tore through the quiet like a dagger. James! she screamed, limping toward us. I told you not to hurt him!

Mila’s POV The scent of blood was thick in the air, stronger than ever before. It wasn’t just the stench, it was the memories it pulled out of me. Dark ones, painful ones, I stood there, frozen, watching James on the verge of death, his blood soaking the once-royal robes he wore with pride. It trickled down his side, staining the cracked floor beneath him, yet his eyes remained on me, haunted and desperate. With his breath raspy and shallow, James looked at me as though seeing a ghost. His lips trembled as he choked on his own blood. You’ve been… in this palace for so long, he wheezed. Why… why didn’t you ever tell me that Maria was your mother??? I clenched my fists. Tell you??? Tell you??? Tell you what exactly??? I felt the heat of rage rush to my chest as I took a step forward, voice cracking in fury. Tell you what, James? So you could do to me what you did to her? So you could kill me too, just like you murdered my mother in cold blood? He blinked slowly