Semua Bab The Betrayed Warrior Luna's Second Chance: Bab 131 - Bab 137

ELIZA’S POVThe carriage slowed as the gates of the palace opened.I sat still, numb, staring out at the estate as the wheels stopped.The guards stood at attention. I saw one of them smile at me.It was Luca, the kind one with his brown hair and bright green eyes but the moment he saw my face, the smile died on his lips.They knew something was wrong. They opened the gates anyway with no questions asked.“Alpha Eliza,” another guard greeted gently, but I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My throat felt like sandpaper.The moment the carriage came to a halt, I stepped out, clutching Ryan’s tiny hand.He looked up at me. His bright blue eyes searched my face.I tried to smile, but it barely twitched at the corners of my lips.He didn’t say a word, just squeezed my fingers tighter, sensing that something as wrong.The servants lined up at the entrance. They had smiles on their faces to welcome me as I walked forward.Their smiles fell one by one as soon as they saw me. Mira gasped slightly. I

ELIZA’S POVEvery day since we had left the capital, Ryan had been healing.I saw it in the way he ran now—faster, lighter, with more confidence.His wolf was growing stronger, and the constant fear that once clouded his bright eyes was beginning to fade.He still woke from nightmares sometimes, clutching the blanket. But they were less frequent now.His appetite had returned, his coloring was better, and he was starting to smile more—real, open smiles that made my chest ache in the best and worst ways.We had our own little routine now.Mornings began with smiles from him as I cooked breakfast—eggs, pancakes, sometimes warm porridge with honey.Ryan always sat at the counter, kicking his feet and watching me.After we ate, we played. Sometimes it was coloring, sometimes building things with wooden blocks or chasing each other across the lawn.In the evenings, we walked through the woods together, hand in hand.That was peace. That was home. And yet…something still ached inside me.A

ALEXANDER’S POVThe bottle was half-empty when I picked it up again—or maybe it was already empty. I couldn't tell anymore. There were empty bottles all over the floor.I poured the last drop into the crystal glass. My hand shook as I did. The burn of the liquor didn’t bother me—it never did anymore. It was the silence that hurt. The kind of silence that pulled at your bones and chewed at your soul.“Eliza…” I whispered her name like a prayer.The taste of her name on my tongue felt foreign now. Days, weeks, months—it all blurred together. But the pain? That remained sharp. Her laughter echoed in my head.I saw her smile—the way her nose scrunched up when she laughed too hard, how her eyes sparkled when she was teasing me. I remembered the warmth of her body against mine, her voice saying my name like it meant something. And then I saw the way her face crumpled when she found out about Isabella and me. The look in her eyes—the disbelief, the hurt, the betrayal.My wolf growled inside