Lahat ng Kabanata ng Betrayed Luna: The Alpha's Claim: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

Coronation Day The dawn of coronation day painted the sky with hues of amber and rose. The Northern Range Pack had risen early, eager to witness the birth of a new era. The entire palace ground, which only days ago bore the scent of blood and war, was now alive with laughter, music, and the aroma of roasted meats. Flags fluttered proudly, their colors vibrant against the morning breeze, and garlands of fresh flowers hung across the courtyard arches, symbolizing peace and new beginnings. I stood watching the flood of people below. Wolves in their human forms moved gracefully among the crowd, their faces painted with joy and relief. After years of tension, betrayal, and uncertainty, there was finally hope. Beside me, Sophia stood quiet, her dark hair swept elegantly over her shoulder. Though she wore a dress of deep silver, an honorary color of the queen’s line, her eyes carried a weight I couldn’t name. Was it fear of the unknown, or the remnants of her wounds that no celebrat

Elena’s POV The palace grounds felt unnaturally quiet that morning, as though the walls were whispering their goodbyes to me. We were preparing for the long journey back to our Pack, and every step I took through the corridors felt like a farewell to a chapter of my life, one filled with pain, revelations, and victories that had changed me forever. The Elders had gathered at the grand courtyard, their silver hair catching the gentle rays of the early sun. Their eyes, wise and filled with a strange mix of pride and sorrow, followed me as I approached. They had always been a presence that felt unshakable, rooted like ancient trees, guardians of traditions and truths too deep to be fully understood. When they spoke, their voices carried the weight of the gods whispers. We will pray for you, child, one of the Elders said, her wrinkled hand lightly brushing mine. Your path is heavy, but it is guided by the goddess herself. May the winds of the earth bear you swiftly home. I bowed my h

Elena’s POV The journey leaving the Northern Range Pack back to our own felt heavier than I expected. There was silence, thick and unbroken hanging over us like a cloak. Even though we had achieved everything we came for, the weight of all we had seen, all we had endured, clung to our souls like shadows. Perhaps it was the memories of that cold land, or perhaps it was the faces we left behind, but none of us spoke for a while. Each hoofbeat of our horses against the dirt sounded louder than usual, like a slow drumbeat marking time. Strangely, the journey home seemed faster, as if the roads themselves were eager to see us leave that place of trials and return to familiar ground. Or maybe it was my heart, yearning for home, for the warm scent of the forest that belonged to us. The tall trees began to change around us, signaling the edge of the enchanted forest. And then I saw them, Scarlet people and the other witches waiting where the trees formed a natural archway. I blinked

I watched Elena as she sat, her posture poised yet alert. Her eyes scanned the room, settling momentarily on Lykan. The intensity in his gaze suggested she had confided in him about the strangers. A silent understanding passed between them, unspoken but palpable. Seeing Elena fully back with us was a joy that overflowed. Her presence brought a sense of completeness we hadn't felt in days. I couldn't wait to share the good news with Cael, he has been asking about her incessantly, wondering if she had forgotten him. But the joy was tinged with unease. The way Elena and Lykan looked at the strangers, there was a tension, a silent recognition that sent a chill down my spine. I knew it was time to inform the Alpha and Elena, but Elena would be the perfect person. I leaned toward Elena and whispered, Can we talk outside? She nodded, rising gracefully. We stepped into the cool evening air, the distant hum of the city a stark contrast to the silence between us. Hi, Elena, I began,

Lykan’s POV I felt something, soft fingers brushing against my skin, gentle but persistent. It tugged me from the deep, dreamless darkness I had sunk into. Ever since we returned from the war, I hadn’t been myself. My body was here, lying on the familiar bed, but my spirit had wandered. Maybe it was the aftershock, maybe it was the weight of all we had seen, all we had lost. Maybe peace was too foreign, now too silent, too suspicious. Another soft tap on my chest. Elena…... I muttered, forcing my eyelids open. She stood there, her face pale, her hair slightly disheveled, as if she hadn’t slept. Her breath came out fast, her eyes wide and worried. That alone shook me out of my grogginess faster than a lightning strike. I rubbed the back of my palm against my eyes and sat upright. Elena, what’s wrong? I managed, my voice still hoarse with sleep. I think Cael might be in danger, she said, panting lightly, her words rapid and clipped. Those strangers, remember them? I don’