Semua Bab Betrayed Luna: The Alpha's Claim : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Elena’s POV“I want to keep going.”The words tore out of me like a growl.“Let’s keep going. I feel her,” I said, locking eyes with Dominic.His expression shifted slightly impressed, maybe. Or amused.“Okay, little tiger,” he said with a grin. “You suddenly have some spark in you. I won’t hold back anymore.”He turned and walked toward the weapons rack, grabbing a long wooden staff.I didn’t even have time to blink.He was on me.I barely managed to block the first strike from hitting my face, lifting my own stick just in time. The force rattled my arms, and as our weapons collided, I saw it his eyes shifted, brightening unnaturally.His wolf was out.And it wanted to play.I jumped back instinctively, creating distance between us. My blood was roaring now, my muscles twitching with energy.Then I charged.This time, I was faster and stronger. But still, he blocked me effortlessly, his stance grounded, like he wasn’t even trying.“Come on,” he taunted. “You can do better. That was w

Elena’s POV The snow was falling on me. Soft. Silent. Cruel. I was barefoot, running through the cold with cuts on my feet and frost creeping over my toes. I couldn’t feel my fingers anymore, just aching nubs of frozen skin, raw and numb. My breath came in sharp bursts, but the air was too thin, too sharp like I was breathing in blades. I couldn’t stop running. I didn’t know where I was going. I didn’t even remember why I was running. But something in me screamed that if I stopped—I’d never move again. People were running, too. All around me. Wolves in human skin, bare and wild, screaming. The cottages were on fire. All of them. Flames climbed roofs like vines, swallowing wooden beams and melting snow into steam. The village whole village was burning. Children cried. Mothers wailed. Somewhere, someone was begging the moon for mercy. I couldn’t look at them. I couldn’t stop. I just kept running. Then I heard it. My name. “Elena.” A voice is soft and distant like a lull

Lykan povElena wasn't a normal wolf; That much was obvious from the beginning, a wolf who has never shifted or the fact her wolf refuses to speak. It didn’t matter how you looked at it. She was abnormal, even more than me; then they were the Northern Range Pack, knowing all this, but her adopted parents and the stones still took her in. I had someone do some digging, and it turns out that she's always lived with those people, but how there is no record of her being a stray or abandoned infant, she's always lived with the stones, which makes absolutely no sense. No one can provide concrete evidence of what actually happened. Could it be that Elena wasn't adopted but stolen?I stopped at the huge ceiling-to-floor window, and I stood, allowing myself to bask in the light of the moon. Why would the moon goddess allow her to suffer so much? My wolf was stirring harder these days. varyn was always on the edge of my skin, planning to jump out soon, I had a little over a month or two le

Elena's POVThe last of the soldiers had filed out, leaving only Lykan, Dominic, and me. The tension between the two men felt different now, not competitive, not playful, but alert. Watching. Braced.Lykan didn’t waste time. He leaned back in his chair, silver-gray eyes locked onto mine. "Tell me everything you remember from last night. The nightmare. Don’t leave anything out."My breath caught. I hadn’t told anyone yet. Not the full version.I glanced at Dominic. His usual sarcasm was gone. He looked grim as if he already knew he wouldn’t like what I had to say.I swallowed, then nodded."I fell," I began. "From the sky. And it hurt—not just the fall, but everything. The pain was everywhere like it lived in my bones. At first, I thought it was just a dream, but then the snow started falling. It was beautiful, soft... until I realized it was mixed with ash."Lykan's eyes narrowed slightly, but he said nothing."When I looked down, the snow was red. Not pink, not stained. Red. Thick.

Elena pov Stephanie still trembled beside me as she finished speaking. Her eyes brimmed with tears, her voice barely above a whisper.“Please don’t punish her,” she said, bowing. “She only wanted to help me.”The room was silent. Tension hung in the air heavy, waiting for someone to break it. And of course, the one to break it was. The third seat holder, Darren’s father, sat forward in his stone chair, his expression a perfect blend of arrogance and disgust. His voice oozed with false civility.“How convenient,” he said coolly, folding his hands. “Tears and timing. Seems the servant girl knows exactly when to cry. And how loudly.”Stephanie flinched.I took a breath. How dear him I guess like father like sonNope. Couldn’t hold it.“You know,” I said loudly, “for someone in a power seat, you’re remarkably tone-deaf.”Heads turned. Jarrek’s did, too—slowly, like I’d personally offended his throne.“Excuse me?” he said sharply.“Oh, you heard me,” I said, voice steady. “Your son atta