All Chapters of Betrayed Luna To Alpha Queen: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

It was a fight she couldn't win. Laura knew it the moment she heard Lucian called a name. "Garrick." The warrior stepped forward, his boots crushing the dirt beneath him. Slow and heavy, like a predator taking its time before a kill. He rolled his massive shoulders, his body shifting with a lazy kind of ease, muscles flexing under the torchlight. The scars on his arms and chest weren't just old wounds. They were victories. Trophies. Proof that he had walked into battle again and again—and survived. No, not just survived. He had won. Again and again. And now, she was expected to fight him. Laura kept her breathing steady, her face blank, but inside, her stomach twisted itself into knots. Her palms grew damp with cold sweat. "This isn't happening," she thought, her heart hammering against her ribs. But it was. And there was no way out. This wasn't just any Bloodfang warrior. He was a killer. The kind that didn't hesitate. The kind that had crushed countless opponents without so

The chant washed over her like warm rain. Laura! Laura! Laura! Her legs shook, not from fear anymore but from pure shock. These people, who minutes ago had mocked her, laughed at her were now cheering for her. Her heart pounded against her ribs. She tried to catch her breath, feeling dizzy from the sudden change. "I can't believe it," someone whispered nearby. "She actually won." "Did you see how she moved?" another voice added. "Never seen anyone fight like that." She closed her eyes for a moment, letting it all sink in. The pain. The victory. The realization that she had found something she thought was lost forever. Herself. Her split lip stung. Her ribs screamed with every breath. But none of that mattered now. For the first time in forever, she felt alive. Real. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Garrick staring up at her, confusion and something else, maybe respect, in his gaze. "How?" he asked again, voice rough. A thin line of blood trickled from the corner of h

After Nikolai had said his piece, he walked off, leaving Laura alone with his words hanging in the air. "What does he mean?" she whispered to herself, her fingers trembling slightly as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She glanced across the room where the Alphas stood. They weren't talking, just waiting. Like they knew something was coming. Then there was silence. A silence that felt heavy, pressing down on her chest. Laura felt it before she saw him—a change in the air that made her skin prickle. The invisible weight of another presence. Another predator had entered, and everyone in the room could sense it. "What the hell is happening?" she muttered under her breath, her heart picking up speed. The werewolves surrounding them stiffened. Some bared their fangs, low growls rumbling from their throats. But they didn't move. They didn't attack. "Stand down," Lucian murmured, his voice barely audible in the tense silence. They obeyed immediately. Lucian's order was the

Days LaterLaura's body screamed in protest. Every muscle burned, her limbs shaking with each breath she took. But she wouldn't fall. She couldn't. Not in front of the cocky male in front of her.Sweat trickled down her back, soaking her torn training clothes. Her chest heaved as she gasped for air, lifting her trembling arms to block whatever came next.Lucian moved around her in slow circles, like a wolf eyeing wounded prey. His breathing was calm, his stance strong and sure. For hours, he'd pushed her past every limit she thought she had.Yet somehow, she still stood."Again," he ordered in a rough voice.Laura bit her lip hard and raised her arms higher. Pain shot through her muscles, but she locked her knees firmly."I said, again!" he barked.The command made her heart race, and not just from fear. Something about his dominant tone sent an unexpected heat through her body.Before she could blink, Lucian moved in a blur of movement making her panic as she lost sight of him. Befor

Laura unable to stay in the quarters assigned to her finally cracked and stormed out down the hallway, her mind buzzing with the encounters she'd just had. Her boots clicked against the stone floor, each step fueled by her growing anger while she walked aimlessly. As she rounded the corner, a group of warriors in gleaming silver armor passed by. Unlike before, they didn't look through her as if she was nothing. Instead, they offered small nods of acknowledgment. One warrior even stepped aside, making way for her. The respect in his eyes was still new to her despite it happening days ago, all because she'd defeated Garrick in combat. The memory of that victory was still fresh, the shocked faces of the Bloodfang warriors when she'd stood over their champion, bloodied but unbeaten. Laura barely returned their nods, too caught up in her thoughts about the four men who seemed determined to break down her walls. "At least someone around here knows not to mess with me," she muttered to he