Semua Bab Betrayed Luna: The Alpha's Claim: Bab 161 - Bab 170

Elena POV I knew he would come for me. The moment I saw Lykan standing tall amidst the smoke and broken walls, blood on his armor and fire in his eyes, I smiled. It wasn’t just love; it was something deeper, his presence alone awakened the dormant beast inside me. My wolf stirred for the first time in days, responding to the magnetic pull of our bond. Maybe it was the bond, maybe it was fate, or maybe both. The battle had ended or so it seemed. The palace courtyard that once shimmered with opulence was now a ruin of broken pillars, fallen warriors, and blood-soaked flags. Some guards lay dead, some surrendered, and others had run away like frightened rats abandoning a sinking ship. And at the center of it all, kneeling in the rubble like a dethroned empress, was Evelyn. Queen Mother. Once she stood tall, commanding fear and obedience. Now, her crown lay shattered somewhere in the dirt, and the only thing she had left was her pride and even that was cracked. I stepped forward s

Evelyn’s POV The air was thick with tension, the metallic scent of blood lingering as the guards carried Sophia away. Her cries echoed through the palace walls like a ghostly reminder of everything that had happened tonight, everything I had caused. My heart pounded heavily in my chest, the weight of my sins pressing against my lungs until breathing felt like a punishment I didn’t deserve to escape. I stood frozen, watching her fragile body being dragged across the marble floor, her hair matted with sweat and tears. She was broken, but in that moment, I realized I was worse. At least Sophia had been a victim, I was the architect, the main engineer of this chaos. The one who championed evil, nurtured it, and let it flourish under my command. A sharp sting tore through my throat as guilt consumed me whole. James, my beloved son, my pride, my reason for living, is gone. Buried under the very weight of my greed and ambition. I thought I was paving a golden path for him, but instead, I

Dominic’s POV For some reason, Mila and I had been wandering around the palace like two restless spirits, poking our noses into places we had no business being. The war was over, the palace was quieter now, but something about the stillness felt wrong, too quiet, too perfect. The rulers of the palace are no more, and the maids and guards, most have returned to their different places, out of fear of not surviving and engaging in a war not theirs. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned in life, it’s that perfection is always a lie. Why do I feel like we’re doing something we’ll regret later? I muttered under my breath, trailing behind Mila as she led the way down a narrow hallway that smelled of dust and secrets. She threw me a mischievous smile over her shoulder, her brown eyes glinting in the dim light. Because you’re too scared to live a little. Scared???? Hell no, I scoffed, though the truth was, my gut told me this wasn’t a good idea. Cautious???? I guess is a yes and

MILA’S POV The room still pulsed with tension long after Dino’s parting words sank into the walls like poison. His voice lingered in my head, low and dangerous, You have no idea how deep the rot goes. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to quiet the storm in my chest. He stood there so calm, so sure of himself as if he held every answer we didn’t even know we needed. His eyes, cold yet blazing with something primal, made my skin prickle. Who was this man, really??? A son of the late King, or just a cunning liar who knew how to wear a mask???? My gaze flicked to Dominic, and in a voice so low only he could hear, I whispered, Do you think his secret could be in the box??? Dominic’s jaw tightened. His eyes darted toward Dino, then back to me. Slowly, he nodded. I think so, Mila. If the King hid letters about James, what makes you think he wouldn’t hide something about him?? A shiver snaked down my spine. The box, the weight of its secrets still pressed against my though

Evelyn POV We were locked up in the royal prison, a place that had once echoed with the cries of those I ordered to be thrown into its depths. Now, it was my voice, my heartbeat, my trembling breath that filled the silence. The irony was cruel and unforgiving, like a blade pressed against my throat. Every crack in the damp stone walls, every droplet of water dripping from the ceiling, seemed to mock me. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to feel something other than the cold that seeped into my bones. Hope, it was all I had left, a fragile, flickering thing so small it almost felt foolish to cling to it. But what else was there? Without hope, I would crumble. We would both crumble. I kept telling myself that we just had to be positive, even as the damp air suffocated me and the iron bars seemed to close in, tightening around my soul. The room was dimly lit by a single torch outside the cell, its light barely brushing against the walls, leaving most of the prison cloaked