All Chapters of Betrayed Luna: The Alpha's Claim: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Lykan POV I pushed the door open quietly, expecting to hear her voice humming softly to herself or the rustle of pages turning in her hands, but instead, there was silence. A deep, deafening silence. The kind that settles over old battlefields and forgotten graveyards. My steps slowed. The air felt still, unnaturally so.....Even the wind outside seemed to hold its breath. Elena??? I called softly, letting the door close behind me. My eyes scanned the room, and she was sitting on the edge of the bed, her back hunched slightly forward, shoulders slumped like someone carrying an invisible weight. Her gaze was distant, locked onto something I couldn’t see. Her hands rested limply on her thighs, her lips parted slightly, but no sound came from her. It was like she was here but not really. She didn’t even flinch when I stepped closer. Elena….. I repeated, this time firmer. She blinked rapidly, her shoulders tensing as if waking from a bad dream. Yyyyyyyeeessss??? she finally stut

Sophia POV A heart that bleeds for redemption eventually finds the strength to beat again.... These past few days with my mother have been nothing short of life-changing. When I first returned home from the Northern Range Pack, broken in ways I didn’t even know I could be, I didn’t expect healing. I expected silence, judgment, and maybe even bitterness from the people who had once called me theirs. What I got instead was something else entirely. Acceptance. It wasn’t easy at first. You know how the world works, how people cling to gossip like it’s food for the soul. A woman like me returning home alone, without power, without a title, stripped of the name that once brought pride to our family? Oh, they whispered. They stared, they talked like their mouths were made for nothing else. But I learned something in those early days, people will always talk. Whether you rise or fall, bleed or heal, love or hate, they will still talk. So I stopped caring. Because this time, I knew wh

Sophia’s POV The air in my room was thick, almost suffocating, as if it knew what I was about to do. A strange stillness had fallen over the house since my conversation with my parents, like the walls themselves were holding their breath. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the open suitcase in front of me. The clothes I had laid out were a jumbled mess, half neatly folded, half thrown in without care like my thoughts. My hands moved mechanically, folding a sweatpant, smoothing out the creases, but my mind was already far ahead of me. I was at Elena’s door in my imagination, fingers hovering over the wood, unsure whether to knock or turn and run. And then I saw her face, which I remembered from the last time. No smile, no warmth, just that guarded look in her eyes, like she had built a fortress around herself and thrown away the key. The memory made my stomach tighten into a painful knot. I told myself not to think about it, but the thoughts kept coming. What if she does

Sophia’s POV The journey had been anything but easy. The path from my kingdom to the Northern Range Pack might have been short compared to the treacherous trek to the Black Mountain Pack, but my body did not care for comparisons. My muscles screamed with every step. My bones felt like they were weighed down by stones. I could almost hear my heartbeat in my ears, a dull, rhythmic pounding that matched the horse’s hooves as we rode on. Dust clung to my face like a second skin, and my lips were cracked from the dry wind. If it hadn’t been for the dried meat and flour bread my mother had pressed into my hands before I left, her eyes shining with unspoken worry, I might have collapsed days ago. Those humble provisions had kept me from fainting in the middle of the road, and each time I chewed a piece of that bread, I could almost feel her presence beside me, whispering, You can do this, Sophia, you must. I shifted uncomfortably in the saddle, my body swaying with the rhythm of the hors

Sophia’s POV The wooden bench beneath me felt colder than it should have, the grain pressing against the back of my legs as I shifted uncomfortably. I had been sitting there for what felt like forever, the distant murmurs of guards moving about the palace corridors echoing faintly in the background. I clasped my hands together in my lap to still their fidgeting, telling myself that any moment now, they would return with Elena. Any moment now. But as the minutes bled into what felt like hours, my heart began to twist with uncertainty. Why are they taking so long? Did they even go to call her, or did they decide, without even telling me, that I wasn’t worth the trouble? The thought lodged itself in my chest like a thorn. I tried to shake it off, but it kept creeping back, heavier each time. My stomach churned, not from hunger, but from that gnawing ache of dread and anticipation. I wanted to believe they were delayed, maybe they couldn’t find her, but a darker voice in my head whi