Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha's Hidden Luna: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Alpha Lucian Wolfe dismounted his stallion at the base of the great steps of the Eastern highlands, the wind tearing at his cloak. His men stood at attention, silent, their faces unreadable as the Alpha returned from his unauthorized absence.He had left for the Valen territory without council approval. Without Seraphine's consent. And now, he returned bearing truths that would change everything.He still had a bitter-sweet taste feeling from his visit. Rayne had referred to their relationship as a curse, and there was no certainty things would work out between them, but he was ready to give it a fair shot. And the first and most important step is...severing his bond with Seraphine.Lucian pushed through the arched doors of the main hall, his presence commanding as he strode past the guards and servants. His Beta, waited at the top of the steps—his expression tense.“They’ve been waiting, Alpha. The Elders… your Luna too.”Lucian gave a nod. “Let them wait no more.”He entered the Hig

The morning was gray and overcast in the Eastern Highlands—clouds hanging low over the cliffs like a warning. The wind howled through the windows of the Alpha’s private quarters in the Wolfe estate, yet inside, the silence was even more deafening.Lucian stood at the edge of his bedroom, facing the balcony that overlooked his sprawling territory. His hands were clenched at his sides, his jaw tight as the storm within him mirrored the one brewing outside. He had made up his mind. The bond between him and Seraphine had to be severed.It was the final chain.A chain forged by duty, not love.And maybe... just maybe, Rayne could consider giving their relationship a chance.A knock sounded—soft, almost hesitant—before the door creaked open.Seraphine entered with practiced grace, wrapped in a deep violet robe that clung to her figure. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders like a river of gold. She looked effortlessly perfect, regal even—but Lucian barely turned to acknowledge he

The fire in the council chamber crackled softly, but Lucian Wolfe felt none of its warmth. He stood in the circle of high-backed chairs, facing the oldest Alphas of the region—men who had shaped werewolf law for centuries. His hands were clenched at his sides, but his voice was steady.“I want to sever the bond with Seraphine.”The words echoed like thunder in the chamber.Alpha Garrick of the West Ridge was the first to react, rising slowly from his seat. His beard was streaked with silver, his eyes sharp with the weight of decades. “Do you understand what you're asking, Lucian Wolfe?”Lucian met his gaze. “Yes. And I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t thought it through.”Alpha Marcel, frowned deeply. “This is not some adolescent mating you wish to discard. You were joined before the Moon Temple. The bond was sealed by blood and spirit. Breaking it now—it could kill you both.”“I know the risks,” Lucian replied tightly. “But Seraphine and I were never true mates. We were a political arran

The Eastern Highlands were colder than Lucian Wolfe remembered.Or perhaps it was the hollowness in his chest that made everything feel bleak.He rode through the thick pines alone, his Beta trailing behind with questions he didn't want to answer. The sun had long since disappeared, swallowed by an overcast sky that mirrored the weight hanging on Lucian’s shoulders. He had left the Valen Territory in anger. He had failed Rayne. Failed himself.And now, all he could do was face the wreckage of the choices he couldn’t undo.The castle loomed ahead—stone, formidable, unwelcoming. His warriors stood at the gates with their usual salute, but even they seemed to sense something was wrong. Lucian didn’t acknowledge them. His mind was too far gone—still tangled in the image of Rayne pushing him away, the sharp fire in her voice, the disappointment in her eyes.He had never felt so weak.Inside the keep, Seraphine was waiting.Dressed in ceremonial blue robes, her hair braided in royal fashion

The Ironfang scouts had been stripped of their weapons and chained in the lowest chamber of the Valen stronghold—a cold, circular room carved into the mountain itself. Moss clung to the damp stone walls, and torchlight flickered across the iron bars that separated prisoners from judgment. A biting chill lingered in the air, thick with tension and the scent of blood.Rayne stood in front of the largest of the three scouts, her arms crossed, her expression unreadable. Jace paced slowly behind her, his movements deliberate, his fingers twitching like he itched for violence. Garran leaned against the far wall, quiet, his eyes never leaving the prisoners.The Ironfangs were all young—barely out of training—but their eyes held no fear. Just defiance.Rayne stepped closer to the leader, a wiry male with dark hair and a crooked scar that ran from his temple to his jaw. “Names,” she said, her voice sharp. “Ranks. And who sent you.”The scout spat at her feet.Jace was on him in seconds.A hard