Semua Bab Alpha's Hidden Luna: Bab 51 - Bab 60

The wind tore through the hills, sending Rayne’s cloak whipping behind her like tattered wings. Dust clung to her boots, her skin, her lashes—but she kept walking. One foot in front of the other, hour after hour, down the cracked stone roads that stretched far from the mountain that once held her entire world.No destination. No allies. No map.Only shame and exile.The forest loomed ahead—tall, cold, unfamiliar.She’d crossed two borders already in the past week. Nights spent in barns or abandoned mills. Days walking, hiding, keeping her hood pulled low.Her mind spun constantly with what-ifs.What if she had done as her father had told her?What if she’d chosen to be the Luna she was meant to be?Now everything she sacrificed had been for nothing.Rayne wrapped her arms tighter around herself, forcing the thoughts away. She had to stay sharp. Alert. Alive.Because she was being followed.It started two nights ago.Twigs snapping just a little too rhythmically. Shadows lingering just

Lucian stood and looked Xavier in the eyes, "Where's Rayne?"“I gave them her last known direction,” Xavier continued, admiring his nails like he was commenting on the weather. “Told them she was a rogue deserter. Said she needed to be contained. Of course, I left out a few details—like how she’s unarmed, alone, and banished for an identity crime.”Lucian stepped forward, fists clenched. “You bastard—”“She could die out there,” Xavier said smoothly. “And no one will know who she was. No one will care. The Council’s already wiped her from the records. As far as they’re concerned, Rei Valen or Rayne Valen never existed.”Lucian’s heart pounded, each beat a war drum in his chest.“What do you want?” he growled.Xavier’s grin stretched cruel and confident.“Forfeit.”Lucian stared hard at him.“Don’t show up to the Final Trial,” Xavier said. “Walk away. Let me take the win. Let the history books remember me, not you. And maybe—maybe—I’ll call my trackers off. Maybe I’ll let her live.”Lu

Xavier stood before the Council, flanked by guards, no longer a contestant—just a disgraced student.Head Councilor Varric’s face was like stone.“You blackmailed your peers, fabricated intelligence, and deliberately endangered a banished student’s life. And then you attempted to sabotage a Final Trial to eliminate your rival.”Xavier didn’t speak.He couldn’t.For the first time, his charm had failed him.His smirk was gone.Head Instructor Rhys Calloway leaned forward, sharp eyes narrowing. “You also exploited another student’s secret, endangering a female Alpha candidate who, despite breaking protocol, has shown more grit and discipline than most of the males in this year’s class.”“She lied,” Xavier muttered weakly. “She—”“She survived,” Councilor Varric cut in, “a year in a school designed to destroy her. That speaks more of her strength than your entire application portfolio ever did.”With a final stroke of the gavel-shaped rune before them, the verdict was declared.“Xavier, y

The fortress came alive over the next several days.What once had been little more than stone and silence began to breathe again—with footsteps echoing down long-forgotten halls, voices filling the courtyard, fires lighting hearths that hadn’t burned in centuries. Rogues who once lived day-to-day, always on the move, now pitched tents beneath ancient battlements or claimed empty chambers within the moss-covered keep.But peace, as always, was short-lived.Because with walls came questions.And with questions… came challenges.“Who put him in charge?”The first time it was asked, it came from a scrappy wolf named Tyron—formerly of a shattered southern pack, broad-shouldered and bitter. He’d fought hard in the battle against the hunters. And like many others, he hadn’t objected when Rei, the boyish, sharp-eyed newcomer, led them deeper into the wilds.But now, surrounded by structure, with whispers of a new beginning circling like wildfire, Tyron wasn’t the only one eyeing the Alpha sea

The moon hung low and swollen over the Wolfe estate, casting a pale glow over the ceremonial lodge deep within the ancestral grounds.Tonight, Lucian Wolfe was to be joined. Fully. Completely.There would be no more delays.The elders said the mating would strengthen his bond not just with his chosen Luna, but with his pack, solidify his right to rule, and prepare him for future leadership over the territories. But Lucian didn’t feel like a rising Alpha.He felt trapped.Inside the chamber, he stood bare from the waist up, robes tied loosely around his hips, silver cuffs still on his wrists from the earlier rite. A faint burn tingled on his skin—the mark of the earlier soul-binding ceremony with Seraphine now sealed permanently into his shoulder: a crescent moon with twin stars, symbolizing unity.He stared at it in the polished obsidian mirror, the weight of it heavier than any crown.Behind him, the ceremonial door creaked open.Seraphine entered quietly.She was draped in the tradi