All Chapters of Betrayed Luna: The Alpha's Claim: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Elena POV Days had bled into nights, and nights had bled into restless dawns since Sophia’s letter had arrived. I hadn’t been myself. The pack noticed it, how my focus wandered in meetings, how my scent shifted with unspoken tension, how even the moonlight no longer felt like a balm but an interrogator. I told myself Sophia didn’t deserve this much space in my mind. She had wronged me, gods, in ways so deep that I could barely speak them aloud without tasting the lingering memories of old betrayal. And yet… I had always longed for her apology. When her letter came, I thought closure would follow. Instead, it cracked something open in me, a wound I thought had scarred over. Now, every time I closed my eyes, her handwriting appeared like claw marks across my mind. Why did it affect me so much? I sat at my vanity, staring at the reflection in the mirror. My wolf’s amber eyes gleamed faintly in the dim light, betraying my inner unrest. With a sigh, I pushed away from the chair and

Elena’s POV After the reunion in the courtyard, after the laughter that had briefly masked the raw emotions lingering between us, I guided Sophia inside the palace. The moment we stepped through the large golden doors, the cool air wrapped around us like a quiet relief. She looked exhausted, not just in body, but in spirit, her eyes heavy, her shoulders weighed down as if every step cost her more strength. I didn’t lead her to the grand sitting hall, nor the council chambers, nor the royal garden where guests were often entertained. No, I took her to one of the guest chambers down the quieter wing of the palace, a place where words could be spoken without a hundred ears straining to hear. When we entered, I closed the door softly behind us. The room was simple but warm, cream drapes pulled back to let in the pale afternoon light, a neatly made bed with fresh linen, and the faint scent of lavender from the oil burners. Sophia moved hesitantly to sit on the edge of the bed, her fin

Lykan POV I carried Cael gently in my arms, his little head pressed against my chest. His breaths were soft, calm, and innocent. The hallway to his room was silent, the torches along the walls flickering quietly like tired sentinels keeping watch. All around us was stillness, but my mind was nowhere near still. Too many things were happening at once: Elena’s fragile reunion with Sophia, the growing tension in the air, and now, Mira. Cael stirred slightly when I laid him on his bed. A faint smile showed on his face, as though he were wrapped in a peaceful dream. I brushed my palm through his hair and adjusted the blanket over him. Sleep, little warrior, I whispered. You’ve seen enough for today. I waited for a few more seconds until I was sure he had settled completely. Then I stood, exhaled softly, and stepped out of the room, closing the door with a gentle click. As I made my way back to our chambers, my steps were steady but my thoughts were racing. Elena had be

Dino’s POV The deeper we rode into the northern wilderness, the more I realized why most wolves would rather confront their enemies than embark on this journey. The night here was different, thicker, almost alive. The wind carried stories that were not meant for the faint-hearted, and each step my horse took seemed to echo across a barren, endless land. For hours, we rode in silence. Even the horse rider beside me had stopped humming that lighthearted tune he’d been singing when we left. His hands trembled slightly as he held the reins, though he kept trying to steady himself every time our eyes met. I didn’t blame him; I was scared, too. But I couldn’t show it. A king doesn’t tremble before the dark. We’re almost there, I said firmly, even though I wasn’t sure we were. Just keep moving, the black mountain shouldn’t be far from this ridge. He nodded. Yes. We pressed on. But after another long mile, the road vanished underneath us. The path was swallowed by thick, unforgivin

Dino POV Morning came with a gentle hush, the kind of quiet that settles over unfamiliar places and makes every sound feel louder than it should. For a moment I simply sat up on the cold ground, glancing cautiously at the strangers who had shared this remote spot with me through the night. Thankfully, they had turned out to be harmless hunters caught on the same rough path. We exchanged a few polite smiles and a couple of words nothing more, before we each went our separate ways. But as soon as I climbed back onto the horse and the morning air hit my face, something strange happened. A sudden rush of warmth spread through my chest, like sunlight cracking through a dark sky. I couldn’t explain it. I had spent nights upon nights filled with guilt and regret, tormented by thoughts of what I should have said, what I should have done before Sophia walked out of my life. But right now—even with the aches in my bones and the long road behind me, there was a wild, growing joy inside