All Chapters of Betrayed Luna: The Alpha's Claim: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Mila’s POV Hey!!! Hey!!!! Hey!!!!! I waved my hand before the king’s face like a madwoman trying to swat invisible flies. Nothing, not even a twitch. The great Alpha of the Northern Range Pack stood frozen, eyes fixed across the courtyard like some lovesick statue. I followed his line of vision, squinting. And then I saw her. Sophia. Even standing still, the woman looked like she belonged on the battlefield and a throne simultaneously. Her hair was braided down her back, loose strands fluttering in the breeze, her posture sharp and powerful. I couldn’t blame the king, she was stunning. But this wasn’t just about beauty; this was different, and I could feel it. The king’s expression, usually so unreadable, carved in stone was now cracked open. There was something in his eyes that made me pause. Something raw. I tilted my head, leaned close, and whispered dramatically. Wow, my king is finally looking at his betrothed Luna. That got his attention. He blinked,

Sophia’s POV By morning, I felt different. Not healed...no. But, emptied. Like all the weight, all the storm that had been sitting on my chest had finally passed. It didn’t leave me whole, but it left me hollow. And somehow, that felt like a beginning. I sat up slowly, my body feeling lighter but my mind still clouded. The pain hadn’t vanished. The regrets, the shame, they still lingered around. But I could breathe now, just a little. Maybe that was something. I rose from the bed without really thinking. There was no ceremony to it. I didn’t feel like dressing to impress or to pretend anymore. I chose something simple, a plain gown, soft against my skin, and tied my hair back in the way I used to when life wasn’t so complicated. No jewelry, no makeup just me. The air outside was cool, the sky a pale grey-blue, hinting at sunlight. The courtyard buzzed with early movement. Guards are exchanging shifts. Maids carrying baskets of fresh linen. Quiet chatter and soft footstep

Sophia’s POV The moment Mila left the hallway, I still stared at her as she was going, as though my thoughts were still wrapped around her presence. But no, my thoughts were already ahead of me, dragging me down the hallway toward ma Lilian’s chamber. I walked slowly. I was tired, though I was, but because a part of me wasn’t ready. Still, I reached her door and knocked softly. I barely caught her voice, faint and distant, yet clear enough to hear the permission I was seeking. Come in… I turned the handle gently and stepped inside. Good day, ma, I said, bowing slightly in respect. My voice came out quieter than I expected. Good morning, Sophia, she said, her tone warm and knowing. She shifted on her bed, patting the space beside her. Please, come in, I was starting to wonder why Mila took so long to bring you here. I walked toward her slowly and sat on the edge of the bed. The room was dim, lit only by the soft light illuminating in from the draped window. Everything a

Mila’s POV Escaping Ma Lilian’s grip was like escaping from the jaws of a lion, dramatic and almost impossible. But somehow, I managed it. She had cornered me at the door, asking why I was eavesdropping on their conversation. I had to work my way out of her hold. She can be so serious. I just had to apply wisdom. Anyway, I slipped out before she could drag me off with one of those infamous Lilian lectures. My feet led me to the only place I really wanted to be, Alpha Dino’s chamber. I came for a mission... A bitter truth to deliver... A confrontation long overdue.. I entered without knocking. He was seated, staring blankly at the wall like he was trying to intimidate the furniture. I raised an eyebrow. His royal broodiness didn’t even flinch, not even a blink, nor a glance. I plopped down on a chair like I owned the place. Still nothing. This man was acting like I was a ghost. A small, annoying ghost who didn’t deserve his attention. Well, I wasn’t going to let that stop me

Evelyn's POV I entered my chamber slowly, my footsteps muted against the marble floor. The room was still, yet it carried the heavy echo of everything that had just happened. Sophia was gone; it still looks like a dream to me, but the truth remains: Sophia was indeed gone. And I… I was the root of it all. I sank into the velvet chair by the window, my fingers gripping the armrest as memories began to pour in, wave after wave, each one a stab to my conscience. I made her work for me. I welcomed her into my world like she was nothing more than a pawn on my political chessboard. And worst of all, I stood by when she got involved with James. Even when I knew Elena, her own sister was already married to James.. I didn't stop them, I saw it as a revenge to Elena who did nothing to me, just unnecessary bent anger for no wrong done. I could’ve stopped it. I could’ve been the voice of reason. But I wasn't. Instead, I played blind, deaf, and conveniently silent. Now look at wher