Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha's Hidden Luna: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Five years.The world had changed in five long, grinding years.Lucian Wolfe, Alpha of the Eastern Highlands, sat upon the obsidian throne carved generations ago by his bloodline. He wore the mark of his status now not just on his skin, but in the heaviness behind his eyes. Once a student warrior of Blackmoon Academy, now he was ruler of one of the largest territories.And yet…He had never felt more powerless.Beside him stood his Luna—Seraphine. Regal. Unflinching. Beautiful in the way ice can be beautiful—silent, distant, deadly. Her silks were pristine. Her posture perfect. Her fingers slightly entwined in his. Not out of love.But out of obligation.They did what they were supposed to.Mated, whenever the opporunity presented itself.They led together.But that was all.But in all this years, she had still not given him an heir. Not from lack of trying. Not from disobedience. But something else—something no elder could explain. The seers called it a spiritual incompatibility. A

Alpha Cain stood tall at the center of the great hall, flanked by warriors and advisors, his expression pinched with disbelief and fury.He looked so much like his father, yet nothing like an Alpha.When Rayne entered the hall, a hush fell. Her boots echoed on the stone floor. Her presence radiated command in a way that made the room tighten with unease.Cain stepped forward, arms crossed, lips curling into a sneer.“Well, well. The exile returns. Should I call the guards or the executioner first?”Rayne didn’t flinch. “You sent out a call for help. I answered.”“I sent a call to allies. Not traitors.”“You sent it to blood,” she said evenly. “And I’m still that—no matter how hard you tried to erase me.”Alpha Cain’s jaw twitched.“Is this a joke to you? Walking back here with rogues behind you? Dressed like a wild Alpha and expecting what? Applause?”Rayne smiled coldly. “No. Just a moment of honesty.”Cain’s fists clenched. “You forfeited your right to stand here the moment you chos

The title of Alpha was not a crown—it was a mantle of fire.Rayne Valen learned this the moment she stepped into her late father’s war hall.The stone walls still bore the marks of his reign—burn marks from old raids, deep gashes where claws had scraped in fury, banners faded by years of battle. But everything else had changed.The elders sat stiffly, their judgment hidden behind wrinkled expressions. The warriors didn’t bow when she passed—they watched. Measured. Waited for her to falter.Cain had not made it easy.Though she had bested him in the Trial of Alpha, his influence still festered in the hearts of many. He spoke with poisoned civility now, calling her “Alpha Rayne” in public while whispering insurrection in the shadows.“It’s tradition, Alpha,” an elder insisted one morning during the war council. “No female has ruled the Valen Territory before. Not since the Old Ages. Even your mother—bless her soul—stood beside your father, not in front of him.”“My mother didn’t wear ar

Later that evening, in the war room…“The Ironfangs have repositioned,” Garran reported. “They’ve abandoned their usual post and are gathering along the East Ravine.”Rayne frowned. “Too close for comfort.”“Too coordinated to be coincidence,” Garran muttered. “They’re planning something.”“Let them,” Rayne said, rising. “If they want a fight, they’ll get one.”But even as she spoke the words, a strange unease crept into her chest. Not fear. Foreboding.She glanced toward the empty seat at the end of the table.Cain wasn’t present.He’d excused himself, claiming a scouting matter.Liar, she thought.Rayne stood. “Double the outer sentries. And summon the guards. I want our best warriors ready to move by nightfall.”The elders blinked.“You want to move first?”“No,” she said, turning to face them all. “I want to be standing when they think we’ll fall.”----Far away, in the Eastern Highlands… Lucian stood on the high cliffs of his territory, wind tearing through his cloak.The Valen

Morning sun streamed through the canopy of Rayne's bed. The fire had died down to glowing embers, the air kissed with the scent of ash, musk… and Lucian.Rayne stirred, warmth still lingering on her skin from the night before—their first night in five years, not as strangers, but as lovers again. Her hand reached across the fur-strewn bed, only to find cool linens where he should have been.Gone.She blinked the sleep from her eyes, rising with a soft groan. The room was still cloaked in silence, but something felt off. She dressed quickly, tugging her cloak over her shoulders, and stepped into the hall—where Garran was already waiting, arms crossed, jaw clenched.“You’re late,” he said grimly.“For what?”“The council summoned an emergency meeting… Lucian’s already there. With Cain.”Rayne’s blood ran cold. She didn’t wait for another word. She moved fast, heart thundering in her chest, boots echoing through the stone corridor.Lucian Wolfe stood like a dark sentinel at the center o