All Chapters of Betrayed Luna: The Alpha's Claim: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Lykan’s POV I paced back and forth in my chamber, the heavy thuds of my boots against the floor echoing the unrest in my heart. Ever since Elena brought up her concerns about Cael, I hadn't known peace. I kept replaying her words, her expression, the tremble in her voice when she told me of the strange warning symbol she found under his pillow. She said it felt dark, unnatural, a sign of danger. I clenched my fists... That boy wasn’t just any child; he was the son of Kairos. The heir to a bloodline soaked in betrayal and destruction. But he was also just a child, Innocent at least, for now. I couldn’t decide what troubled me more, the possibility that Cael might be used as a weapon or that something inside him might already be awakening. And yet, I couldn’t act recklessly, any wrong move could trigger another war, and this time, we might not survive it. The air in my chamber felt tight like it was closing in on me. The torchlight flickered against the walls, casting strange sh

Elena’s POV The next day arrived with a tension that clawed at my chest like thorns. I stood beside Lykan in the war chamber, the soft crackle of flames the only sound between us. He was fully dressed, armored, and prepared, his presence exuding the calm-before-storm aura that came just before a battle. I wasn’t calm. I stared into the fire, my hands clenched, heart raging like the blaze before us. I want to go with you, I said quietly, but firmly. Lykan turned to me, his eyes sharp, searching. No, Elena….. you’ve been through enough. I took a step closer, my voice steady despite the storm in my soul. And I’ll go through worse if I stay behind while you fight for our son alone. I’m his mother and I will be there when we find him. A beat of silence passed. Then another. He didn’t argue again. Instead, he nodded slowly. That was all I needed. I turned and hurried to my chamber, grabbing only the necessities, my blade, a pouch of herbs, and the pendant given to me which I ti

Elena’s POV I said, Don't you dare raise your hands on that boy... My voice echoed through the dimly lit room like thunder cracking through silence. The thick, tense air parted as I stepped in, my heart pounding like war drums in my chest. Moriah’s men spun around, startled by my presence, but I stood tall, unwavering, like the storm they hadn’t seen coming. Cael turned toward me, his small face stained with silent tears, but when his eyes met mine, they shimmered with hope. I told you, my mama and papa would come for me… right? he whispered defiantly, turning back to the cruel men who surrounded him. Here they are. I walked briskly to Cael, kneeling beside him, gripping his small, trembling hands. Come on, sweetheart, I whispered, brushing the hair from his forehead. Stand up. We’re going home. Don’t you dare take that child out of here... Moriah's sharp voice cut through the room like a blade. If you try it, you’ll regret it. Before I could respond, another voice, deep and c

Lykan’s POV The council chamber was unusually silent. A thick tension lingered in the air, as if every breath taken was weighed down by unspoken thoughts. I stood at the center of the chamber, my eyes slowly scanning the ring of elders seated before me, each one of them ancient, wise, and respected in their own right. The air reeked of tradition, the kind that did not bend easily. At the far end, Elder Maku adjusted his robe, his grey eyes locked on me with measured intensity. Alpha Lykan, he began, his tone sharp, you returned with Kairos' son.. His words echoed around the stone-walled chamber like a whip cracking in a quiet forest. The rest of the elders murmured amongst themselves, nodding with concern. They all knew who Kairos was. The name alone carried the weight of war, blood, betrayal, and centuries of scars that hadn’t healed. I did, I said firmly, planting my feet on the polished ground. Cael is a child, he did nothing to deserve the chains he was bound in. And he is n

The Northern Range Pack Dino’s POV Being a king is entirely a different thing. No one prepares you for the loneliness. They teach you how to command armies, how to wear the crown with grace, and how to make decisions that affect thousands. But no one ever tells you that power comes with silence, an emptiness in your chest that no roar of a crowd can fill. People bow when you walk past. They keep their heads low and speak only when spoken to, afraid of offending the one who now holds the fate of their lives in his hands. Your words become law, your presence becomes legend. But beneath the armor, the robes, the title, you are still just flesh and blood. A man. Flawed. Tired. Lonely. The moment the crown touched my head, I brought her in the old woman who raised me. She wasn’t my blood, but she was my everything. She saw in me what others couldn’t see. While the world sneered at the scrappy orphan with wild eyes and a short temper, she fed me, bathed me, and prayed over me. Sh