Semua Bab Betrayed Luna To Alpha Queen: Bab 71 - Bab 80

The last trace of connection snapped as Kieran pulled his consciousness back from the shadow wolf. His eyes faded from pitch black to their normal amber color, and he slumped forward in his throne, breathing hard."Did you find her?" Elise's voice came from beside him, soft and eager to please as always.Kieran's hands gripped the armrests so tight his knuckles turned white. "Yes," he hissed through clenched teeth. "She was there, just as my spies reported."He could still see Laura in that thin nightgown, fighting with a fierceness that made his blood boil. And those marks... the way she'd destroyed his shadow wolf with that strange silver light."She's stronger and different now," he muttered. "Something's really changing in her."Elise moved behind his throne, her delicate hands coming to rest on his shoulders. Her touch was cool against his fevered skin."You're stronger too," she whispered, leaning down so her lips brushed his ear. "Stronger than you've ever been. Stronger than a

The smell of smoke drifted through the mansion as servants rushed to pack whatever valuables they could carry. Laura watched from the doorway of her room, a small bag clutched in her hands. She hadn't brought much when she'd fled from Kieran, and haven't taken much from her journey from Lucian to Zephyr to Dante and now Nikolai. She wouldn't start taking much now.Just her dagger, a change of clothes, and the moonstone necklace Zephyr had given her.Zephyr...."Are you ready?" a voice jolted her back to reality.She turned to find Lucian leaning against the doorframe, his massive frame nearly filling the space. His eyes swept over her, lingering on the bandage covering the claw marks on her arm which for some reason was taking time to heal."Yes," she said, tightening her grip on the bag. "Where exactly are we going?" she asked again even though she knew."War camp," Lucian replied, his voice gruff. "Neutral territory at the edge of the mountains. Dante's men have been there for a wee

The silence in the tent was heavy as everyone stared at Zephyr. Laura could almost feel the weight of his revelation pressing down on all of them."What do you mean by family curse?" Dante asked, his voice unusually gentle. "I've heard rumors, but..."Zephyr's jaw tightened. His eyes darted to Laura before fixing on some distant point. "The Duskbane bloodline has been... tainted for generations by my first ancestor. It is a darkness that whispers in our minds. That tries to take control."Laura stepped closer to him, drawn by the pain in his voice."I've know all about the curse from Nikolai. Is that why you zone out sometimes?"A flicker of surprise crossed Zephyr's face. He nodded slowly. "Most of my ancestors went mad by their fortieth year. The voices get louder. The urge to give in grows stronger.""And what happens if you give in?" Dante asked, all traces of his earlier teasing gone."Power," Zephyr said simply. "Terrible power. My great-grandfather surrendered to it. Half his pa

Laura felt a swell of pride watching them. These powerful men, each used to commanding and never following, were creating something stronger together than any could achieve alone.Her gaze met Lucian's across the table, and for a moment, she was thrown back into her dream—his hands pinning her wrists, his mouth demanding on hers. She quickly looked away, only to meet the dammed Dante's curious stare."You okay there, sweetheart?" he asked. "You're looking a bit... flushed.""I'm fine," she said, perhaps too firmly. "Just... impressed with the planning."Nikolai's chuckle told her he wasn't fooled. "Planning does tend to get the blood pumping," he said with a smirk.Laura shot him a glare, which only made his smirk widen."What role do I play in all this?" she asked, desperate to change the subject.The four Alphas exchanged glances."You'll be with the healers," Lucian said finally. "Your mark seems to have healing properties—we saw that with the wounded during the journey here."Laur

Laura turned to find him smirking down at her, his golden eyes dancing with mischief. Her traitorous heart skipped at his closeness, mind flashing to her dream—his hands on her hips, lips on her neck."I can choose my own weapons," she managed to say, stepping back to put space between them.Dante's smirk widened. "Sure you can, sweetheart. But I know what works best with your fighting style." He selected a different sword, slightly heavier, and offered it to her. "This one suits your strength."Their fingers brushed as she took it from him, and she refused to acknowledge the warmth that shot up her arm at the contact."Thanks," she muttered, testing the weight. He was right, of course. The balance felt perfect."I'll be overseeing combat training today," Dante announced, not just to her but to the gathering warriors. "We move out tomorrow, and I want everyone battle-ready."A chorus of acknowledgments rang out as fighters paired off. Laura turned toward Kera, intending to spar with h