《Alpha's Hidden Luna》全部章節：第 81 章 - 第 90 章

The parchment was still damp with blood when it reached Ironfang territory.Cain had made sure of that.The message—crudely scrawled in sharp, red ink across the stretched hide of an enemy scout—was nothing short of a declaration of war."Three of your own. Slaughtered without trial. Let this be your reward for crossing Alpha Rayne Valen."It was a lie, of course. The truth was more complicated. But Cain didn’t need the truth. He needed fury. He needed chaos.And as the Ironfang warriors read the message aloud in the heart of their war camp, he saw exactly what he wanted reflected in their eyes—rage.Snarls broke out.Shouts filled the air.Beta Roth slammed his fist against a tree trunk, cracking the bark. “She dares butcher our warriors and mock us?”Another warrior spat on the ground. “We should burn her precious fortress to the ground!”Cain stood just outside the center of the camp, watching them boil. His cloak whipped behind him in the wind like the shadow of a vulture circling

The air atop the war tower tasted of rain—crisp, sharp, and full of promises it didn’t intend to keep.Rayne hadn’t moved for over an hour.Below her, the Valen stronghold pulsed with restless energy. Warriors trained. Scouts darted in and out of the gates. Garran had doubled the guards per her command. Jace had updated the patrol routes. Everything was in motion for war, and still—her heart wasn’t in it. Not fully.Not yet.She felt… unbalanced. Like she was standing in two realities at once. One where she was the Alpha of the Valen wolves, leading them into a war that would define their survival. And another where she was just Rayne, the girl who once believed she could steal moments of happiness from the gods if she was careful enough.But she hadn’t been careful.And now the gods were asking for repayment in blood.Footsteps approached behind her—measured and slow.She didn’t need to look to know who it was.“Don’t try to talk me down,” she murmured, her voice hollow. “I’ve alread

The night sky was a canvas of restless stars and storm-stirred clouds when Rayne rode out of the Eastern Highlands. The heavy gates groaned closed behind her, but the ache in her chest roared louder than any iron hinge.The wind whipped through her cloak, her wolf pacing restlessly beneath her skin, sensing the turmoil inside her. Her fists clenched the reins as her horse galloped into the dark, hooves pounding the earth in rhythm with her pulsing thoughts. Rayne’s thoughts swirled like a tempest—Lucian’s confession, Seraphine’s intrusion, the way his voice cracked when he said her name. She should have felt closure. But the truth had only carved deeper wounds.Why didn’t he fight harder?Why didn’t I?Her chest constricted. There had been a moment—brief but blinding—where she’d thought they might begin again. That under the fire of past betrayals, something still survived. But Seraphine’s venom, Lucian’s hesitation, the entire encounter—it reminded her just how fragile hope could be

Rayne turned sharply, bloodied and panting, eyes wild.Xavier stood with Alpha Rurik and Kade, flanked by soldiers. Garran was cornered. Jace was on his knees again, trying to rise.“You fought well,” Xavier said, almost mockingly. “But you’re outnumbered. Outmatched.”“We don’t surrender,” she spat.Xavier tilted his head. “You should.”Kade stepped forward and tossed something from the ledge. It hit the ground with a dull thud.A banner.Tattered. Soaked in blood. The silver crest of Valen territory, clawed and mangled beyond recognition.Rayne’s chest seized.“What is that?” she demanded, already fearing the answer.“You were clever,” Alpha Rurik cut in, his voice smug. “But not clever enough. While you marched into Hollow’s Edge like a war queen, your lands were being surrounded. We have wolves at every border.”Xavier’s eyes glittered with triumph. “Your council is in chaos. Your defenses are splintered. And your people? They’re leaderless.”Rayne’s throat went dry.No. No, it co

The feast hall was warm, filled with the glow of golden lanterns and the heady scent of spiced meats, roasted roots, and bitter wine. The sound of laughter at the Ironfang territory echoed against the vaulted ceiling, heavy with victory and indulgence.Cain sat at the center of it all, his cup never empty, his plate overflowing. He wore a fresh tunic, deep red with gold threading at the collar, and a fur mantle draped over his shoulders—prestigious, regal. He relished the weight of it, imagining it as the pelt of power.To his right, Xavier lounged lazily, a chalice of bloodwine in one hand, his other draped around the back of a serving girl who looked too terrified to breathe. Across from them, Alpha Rurik—grizzled, broad, and grinning hard as he tore into a leg of boar with his teeth, the juices staining his beard.“I’ll admit,” Xavier said, swirling his drink with lazy elegance, “when Cain came to me with his little rebellion plan, I almost didn’t bite.”Cain chuckled, lifting his