Lahat ng Kabanata ng Betrayed Luna: The Alpha's Claim : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

ELENA’S POV I couldn’t open my eyes, no matter how hard I tried. I was scared; what was going on? One second, I was in the middle of punching Sophia the next thing I knew, I blacked out. I tried to calm my beating heart and concentrate on my hearing since I couldn’t open my eyes. "So that's her daughter." I could hear faint whispers. "I'm sure of it, I heard them say so themselves." Who's daughter were they talking about me? Apart from the whispers, the surroundings were quiet. No noise, almost like I was in the middle of nowhere. I smelt the air. It was cold; the smell of pinewoods meant I was in a forest, and it was snowing, so I was still in the mountains. The whispers continued. “She doesn’t look like her, though.” “You idiot, of course, she doesn’t. The Moirea blood hides until it's called. That’s why they kept her so long in the Range—trying to suppress it.” “So... it’s true then. The bloodline royal family didn’t die out?” “No. And if the stories are right,

Elena’s pov The chains dug into my skin. They felt like they were burning my skin. We moved through a city, and the people looked at me with disdain and irritation. I was paraded around town before they dragged The chain, and I stumbled forward into the snow."Get up already." One said with one finger in his ears. I glared at him, and the second one slapped me across the face. "Get up already. We have places to go." He said pissed. I slowly stood up, I was a Luna and didn't deserve this kind of disrespect. We walked deeper into the mountain, the air colder and heavier. Something unnatural pressed against my Then I saw them.Rows of cages were built into the rock, lit by eerie blue flames that didn’t flicker like a fire should. The prisoners didn’t speak. Didn’t move. They just watched. Their eyes glowed faintly in the shadows blue, green, red... all too vibrant. All too still.Something about them struck me as… wrong.No. Not wrong.Familiar.One of them stepped forward in he

Lykans pov I thought I’d trained before. Thought I knew pain. Resistance. Endurance. I was wrong. Silvester didn’t waste time. The second I stepped into the ancient clearing—far beyond the Black Mountain walls, where the snow fell heavier and carried more weight, I knew I wasn’t walking into training. I was walking into war. The old bastard stood barefoot in the snow, robes swirling like he’d stepped out of a forgotten realm. His eyes weren’t cruel. That would’ve been easy to deal with. They were calm. Like a surgeon before a cut. “Strip,” he said, not looking at me. I didn’t move. He glanced up. “If you want to save her, pup, you’ll bleed for it.” So I did. I threw my coat aside and dropped the blade I always carried. Cold air bit into my skin, but I didn’t feel it. Not compared to the storm inside me. The grief. The rage. The bone-deep need to find her. “Now,” Silvester said, stepping closer, “call him.” My chest clenched. “What?” “Call Varyn. Let him rise.” “No

Elena's POVAfter giving what we had bought to Mira. Mira had this calming aura around her. It soothed me, and she felt like family and every time she looked at me. It was almost as if she was reminiscing about something, although she was fast to cover it up. I still noticed.Since I got here, everything I thought I knew about myself seemed like a lie. My pack, I thought, had died out and were actually being kept as slaves and subjected to suffering - torture - and manhandling, and it was unfair.Lykan would never allow such to happen. I could feel the bond between us; although it was faint, it was there because I was probably very far from him, which was why the bond felt faint. I could feel very little of his emotions. It seemed varyn hadn’t completely taken over him- like he promised he hadn't lost control yet.Each time I thought about him, my heart would ache so much that I actually missed him a lot. The way he would watch me from afar, the way he carried himself with confid

Elenas pov It was a blizzard. The snow was harsh, and the sky was dark. I already knew I was dreaming, but this time, it felt different, deeper. I wasn’t watching from the outside anymore. I was inside it. Running. My bare feet hit the ground hard, thudding against the cold snow and soaking the socks I had on. My breath came in sharp bursts, fogging the air in front of me. The sky above was crimson, bleeding like the world was wounded. I didn’t know where I was going. But I knew I had to run. My heart pounded with urgency that wasn’t mine. I have to run. I’ll come back. I’ll come back and set them free. I said the words before I could stop them. They poured out of my mouth like they belonged to someone else. I couldn’t understand that my dreams weren’t usually like this. Why am I running? Who's chasing me? Why do I feel like this? What's going on Eira, can you hear me?. She didn’t answer, more like I couldn’t reach her. My mind screamed. Why am I running? But ther