All Chapters of Betrayed Luna: The Alpha's Claim : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Lykans pov Kerren stared at the pin in his weathered hand for a long time before speaking, his voice rasped from age, from memory.“He was a quiet man,” he said. “Respected. Feared by some. Never raised his voice, but when he spoke, the entire court listened. He walked beside Seraphine like her shadow. Some say he loved her. Others say he envied her. I say—” he looked up at me, “he was both.”My brows furrowed. “His name?”“I won’t speak it here,” Kerren said. “Not yet. Names have power. Especially his. And if he is still here, he’s listening.”“Still here?” I echoed. “You think he’s in this camp?”Kerren gave a slight nod. “He never left. Disappeared the same night Seraphine fell. Some think he died in the purge. Others think he walked into the mountain and was devoured by it. But me? I think he changed his face, changed his name… and hid among us.”I clenched my jaw. The idea that Elena could be training with this person, laughing beside them, trusting them—it made my blood turn to

Elena pov The guards came earlier than usual the next day to take us to the fields."Where are the young ones." One asked with a condensing look on his face."They have a very contagious illness, so we are isolating them." Mira didn't flinch. The words flowed naturally out of her mouth. "Who gave you such authority." He raised his hands, wanting to smack her, but the gaze she used to stare at him frightened him into dropping his hands "I was just looking out for us all if their illness happens to contaminate the crops that may lead to an epidemic." She didn’t once stutter.The sun was very much hot. Lykan, Dominic, Sylvester, And his guards, with a few Moirea rebels, stayed back to protect the kids.The guard's mood visibly changed. He panicked about what they seriously wanted with those kids, but at the same time, it didn't matter; I wouldn't let anyone hurt them.The second guard stepped back, clearly rattled, though he tried to mask it with a grunt. “You better pray it doesn’t

Elenas pov Lykan carried me into the room. Dropping me on the bed I stood up from the bed staring at him. "You need sleep, Elena." His voice was low. He was right. I did need sleep, but I couldn’t sleep when war was coming. My head had been hurting lately. But this time, it was worse. I couldn’t feel myself. “My eyes… they feel heavy,” I murmured, the words slipping past my lips like fog, my voice barely audible. “Lykan… something’s wrong.” My legs buckled beneath me. My body went cold from the inside out. “Elena?” his voice rose sharply. “Elena—hey—stay with me!” I could feel him grab me before I hit the ground, his arms wrapping around me, holding me close. His scent pine, warmth, and home surrounded me, but I couldn’t breathe it in. I couldn’t speak. I was slipping. Falling. ‘Eira?’ I reached for her desperately. ‘Eira, answer me… please' But all I got was silence. A terrifying, suffocating silence. And then nothing. --- The world around me was wrong. T

Elenas pov The calmness in her voice frightened me.It wasn’t just the words. It was the way she said them softly, easily, like she was discussing the weather or which tea to drink. Like the destruction of an entire bloodline was just another chess move.She wasn’t sorry.She didn’t regret it.She did what she did to survive.Her hollow eyes bore into mine, dark as void, ancient as time.“I do apologize,” she said, her fingers idly sliding another checker across the board. “But I’m not sorry.”A chill slid down my spine.“In this world, it’s survival of the fittest.”“Only the strong shall live,” I finished for her, voice quieter than I meant.Her lips curved slightly, as if pleased.“I thought the Moirea would win,” she continued, eyes flickering with something unreadable. “Your pack had always been different. Special. Blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. That kind of power doesn’t just vanish. So it surprised me when they lost.”She leaned back in her chair, studying me now instead

Elena pov A woman stood before me.Tall. Regal. Her skin glowed like it had been kissed by sunlight, warm, and golden. Her hair spilled down her back in soft waves of blonde, and her eyes Her eyes were violet.The same shade as mine.But older.Wiser.And brimming with hope. She wore a long white robe cinched at the waist. And behind her, the great white tree glowed, pulsing gently like a heartbeat—steady and ancient.“Hello, Elena,” she said softly like she had known me all my life.My lips parted. “Who are you?”A small smile tugged at her lips. “You already know.”I stared, heart, thudding painfully in my chest.“No…” I whispered. “You’re not…”“I am,” she said, stepping closer, her voice like lullabies wrapped in winter wind. “Seraphine. Your mother.”My knees nearly gave out. “This can’t be real.”“It’s real enough,” she said gently, reaching out. “You touched the tree. That’s how you came here. The same way I once did.”Her hand brushed against mine, and for a moment just a