All Chapters of The Lost Beta: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The battlefield lay smoldering in the first light. Wolves licked their wounds; survivors wept over the fallen. Survivors wept for the deceased, while wolves tended to their injuries. Emily knelt beside him, with Alexander's head on her lap and his chest rising in uneven patterns. They had merely delayed the conflict, making the hard-fought triumph over the Enclave seem insignificant. She put her arms around him while making barely believable promises in her whispers. This fight had cost more than blood. It had demanded everything she loved.Mira approached, voice low and stern. “The Bonefire Beast is relentless. When it bows to your command, the battle will begin.”Emily’s heart sank. If the Beast obeyed her, she would wield world-shaping power. If it defied her… they'd all die.Alexander’s eyes opened, meeting hers with unwavering loyalty. “We face this,” he said. “Together.”She nodded though terror truly rooted in her chest because he anchored her to the world she fought to save.-

The hooded warlord stepped into the courtyard’s rubble-littered center, raising the ebony‑etched crown high under the blood moon. His voice cut through cheers. “Queen Emily of Moonshadow,” he proclaimed, before continuing, “you stand at a crossroads, your crown forged in unity, or mine, forged in blood. Prove your reign… in single combat.” The air tensed, every warrior in the courtyard freezing like statues.Emily’s breath caught as the challenge echoed. The crown gleamed with runes raven-black against ancient silver. To refuse would signal weakness; to accept meant shedding more blood. She glanced at Alexander; his face was determined but hurt. This was her fight.Visions whirled in her thoughts, her initial fight, her taken memories, the evening she regained her sovereignty. She took a deep breath. “I accept,” she declared, voice steady over the hush. The warlord lowered his crown, smirk curling his lips. “Very well. Blood and steel decide.” He handed the crown to his lieutenant, th

Alexander stood at the boundary of the clearing as the night breath felt burdensome and night wrapped in anxiety. His gaze probes the shadowy wilderness outside the Moonshadow Pack’s territory. Behind him was the firelight dancing and projected long shadows that were unusually not on the ground, yet he stayed focused, and reminded himself of the changes that kept unfolding.Emily sat by the fire as it kept burning, she was lost I. Thoughts while twisting a piece of leather she had found earlier. The weight of Elder Marcus's revelation earlier that day ran all through her mind. The truth about her father, the Rogue King, had broken what little was left of the delicate world she had been trying to establish with Alexander. And now, with Alpha Damien’s blood still hot on their trail, the stakes were higher than ever.Alexander could feel it in his bones the pull between them was stronger than it had ever been, but so were the barriers that kept them apart. She had undergone numerous chan

Emily closed and opened her eyes several times and even had to pinch herself to see if she was dreaming, but there was no change, this was no dream but reality. The darkness remained, heavy and oppressive, pressing in on her chest, she was fully awake. She patiently listened if she could hear any sounds but could only hear her own breath sound, shallow and frantic, it was as though her body was desperately fighting against the invisible chains that bound her.Her heart pounded in her chest, where was Alexander? Where were the others? In the darkness, her eyes strained, but nothing was there, no form, no shape. Nothing except emptiness.Then a voice. Broke through the silence. It was a cold and low sound that sent a chill down her very spine."Emily, you're special, very special."Her pulse quickened. It was her father's voice, and it wasn't simply recognizable. However, how is that possible? Was she dreaming? The heaviness of the words felt overwhelmingly real, almost tangible, to be

Emily felt uneasy looking at Marcus as he stood in the dark. His face was hard to read, but his words were simple but full of danger. He held a glowing object in his grip. Her heart pounded seeing his face from the light of the glowing object.“The prophecy has already started,” Marcus' voice was quiet and cold like he had been waiting for this moment a long time.Emily felt sick inside.She had always thought the prophecy meant more than others knew, but this felt like the final part of a mystery she wasn’t meant to solve. Her destiny wasn’t just about uniting the pack. It revolved around ruin, disorder, and brutality.“What are you saying?”Emily asked with a shaking voice but she remained composed. She was no longer the girl who had felt lost and confused. She had acquired the skills to combat challenges, remaining resilient in the presence of doubt. Yet, this was an entirely different type of conflict.Marcus's lips turned into a slight, joyless smile. “You’ve been deceived, Emily