Semua Bab Betrayed Luna: The Alpha's Claim : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Elena’s pov The cold felt… wrong.The night feels wrong. Not the sharp, biting chill I was used to in the Nytherra mountains. This cold was thick. Heavy. Like it had weight. Like it had intent.I blinked, and suddenly I wasn’t in my room.Stone and torchlight were gone.The underground chambers. The rebels. Mira. All of it… gone.I stood in a forest of bones.The trees were spires of blackened ribcages. The roots writhed like veins in the ground. The sky was the color of dried blood, no stars, only a heavy red moon that pulsed like a heart. I didn’t move.I couldn’t.Not out of fear, but because I recognized the power curling around this place.It wasn’t Nytherran.It was older. Hungrier. And more dangerous. “I’ve been watching you,” a voice cooed from behind.I turned slowly.She stood there barefoot on the twisted bone roots. Her form constantly shifted woman, shadow, flame, rot. Her hair floated around her like smoke, and her eyes were voids that bled darkness.The Blood Witch.

Elena’s pov The sunlight reflected in my eyes as I stepped into the fields, squinting against the glare. It was one of those rare mornings when the clouds hadn’t covered the sky, and the sun dared to shine down on the mountain’s shadowed valley. But even in the warmth of its rays, the weight of where we stood never left. The rest of the pack was scattered across the frozen fields, harvesting with stiff fingers and silent mouths. Their faces were drawn tight with exhaustion, backs bent in rhythm to a routine that had long since turned their bodies into machines. They moved quietly, always watching. The ever-present guards stood at the perimeter, spears in hand, eyes hard. But I saw it. The shift. The whispers. The way some glanced at me now was not in fear, but in anticipation. Because the rebellion had started. And the town was bleeding from the inside. It wouldn’t be long now. I walked through the rows, Mira trailing slightly behind me as we passed groups of Moirea prete

Lykans pov She closed the door behind us. It was quiet inside the small, cracked stone home. A thin rug covered the frozen floor. There was no furniture, just a bed that looked like it was going to fall apart, some worn blankets, and a rusted lantern hanging from a beam. The walls looked like they were made of scraps, wood, stone, and bits of cloth stitched together to keep the cold out. Elena stood across from me, arms crossed. Her face was unreadable now, the calm she wore outside slipping just a little. “What is it?” I didn’t answer immediately. I looked around the room again. Then I looked at her. “This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.” She raised a brow. “What did you expect?” “I didn’t expect luxury,” I said. “But gods, Elena… this? This is how they’ve been living? Like rats shoved underground?” She said nothing, but her gaze fell to the floor. I stepped closer, voice low and rough. “How long have they lived like this?” Her fingers curled around her arms. “Years. Since

Elenas pov The walk from the hut to the main chamber felt heavier than it should have. Not because I was afraid. But because what came next would change everything. Lykan walked beside me in silence, cloak draped over his shoulders, his presence commanding even in stillness. He didn’t need to speak. The way the rebels parted as we passed and the way the air shifted told me enough. They felt him. And they knew. Whispers stirred like wind through dry leaves as we entered the central chamber. A long hollowed-out space carved beneath the mountain, its walls lit by glowing stones and torchlight, its floor worn smooth by rebellion after rebellion. But this one would be the last. Mira was already there, standing near the center of the gathering. Around her were the key rebel fighters, scouts, and elders eyes wide, voices low. Every person turned to us the moment we stepped through the threshold. And the room went silent. I let go of Lykan’s hand. Not because I wanted to. Becau

Elenas povIn the cover of night, when I'm sure everyone is asleep.I get out of bed and slip through the window, making sure not to wake up lykan.I slip through the guards on patrol, making sure no one sees me. I dash for the opposite mountain.Since I got here, no one has spoken about it, almost like it was forgotten.“This isn’t your best idea,” Eira says, her voice low and cautious in my mind.“True,” I admit, slipping past the outer edge of the rebel camp, the wind biting at my skin. “But aren’t you a little bit curious? Plus… I feel a pull toward it.”There’s a pause.Then a reluctant, “Well… I do feel some energy from that place. But that doesn’t mean this is a good idea.”I smirk faintly. “We’ve done worse.”I keep my pace low and steady, my breaths even as I scale the frost-covered incline. The opposite mountain looms ahead—taller, sharper, more jagged than the one the rebels had settled beneath. Its slopes are lined with dark trees, skeletal and twisted, their branches claw