Semua Bab The Betrayed Warrior Luna's Second Chance: Bab 141 - Bab 150

ELIZA’S POVI stirred the soup slowly.It was quiet except for the sound of the kettle.Alexander insisted on being near me so, he laid on the couch in the living room right next to the kitchen.Every few minutes, I glanced over at him. He was half-asleep and he still had dark circles still under his eyes.Seeing him like that… it twisted something in my chest.He’d always been the strong one.The man who’d go through gunfire without flinching, who stood tall even when the world crumbled around him.And now, he was propped up on three pillows with a blanket tucked under his arms. His face was pale and his eyes were heavy with exhaustion.But he was here. He came back to me. That was all that mattered.“Smells like heaven,” Alexander murmured as I walked in with the tray.“You’d better mean that,” I said, setting it gently on the side table, “because I put actual effort into this. Herbs and all.”He chuckled, then winced. His hand moved instinctively to his ribs.“Laughing hurts,” he s

ELIZA’S POVThe next morning, Alexander and I strolled side by side through the garden. For once, the palace felt quiet. Peaceful.Alexander bumped my shoulder gently with his.“You’re walking too fast again.”I smirked. “And you’re too slow. I’m convinced your royal blood makes you allergic to actual effort.”He let out a soft laugh. “Effort is for people who have something to prove. I, Eliza, have already proven I can survive your endless critiques.”I turned toward him with mock offense, raising my brow. “Endless? I’ve barely begun.”“Oh gods,” he groaned, hand over his heart. “Save me from her tongue.”“That’s the same tongue that saved your life twice on the battlefield, Your Highness,” I shot back, grinning.“Fair point,” he said, tilting his head toward me. “Then I suppose I owe you another debt. Add it to the list.”He offered me his arm in that old-fashioned, courtly way he knew made me roll my eyes.Still, I took it and leaned into him. The world blurred slightly in that mom

ALEXANDER’S POVI was staring down at the endless stack of reports in my office, trying and failing to concentrate. The ink on the page blurred together. My mind wasn’t in it— I was too tired.A sharp knock interrupted the silence. The door opened.“My prince,” said a guard, bowing low, “Forgive the intrusion. It’s your father. His hand… it twitched.”For a second, I just stared at him.“What?” I breathed.“His hand, my lord,” the guard repeated. “He moved it.”I was out of my seat before he’d even finished the sentence.My feet carried me faster than thought down the corridor, past startled servants and gasping nobles, down the halls that led to the King’s chambers. My heart beat loudly in my chest. Could it be…? After all this time?I shoved the doors open.“Aiden?” I called.The royal healer was already there, leaning over my father’s bed. His hands were filled with his tools and instruments. His apprentice hovered near with a basin and cloth.The king, my father lay still, but his

ALEXANDER’S POVDays passed in a blur. I spent most of my time with maps and other documents on the desk of my war room.The maps laid open before me had become an extension of my mind.I had creases on my fingers from writing too much and my eyes were red because I could barely sleep. My voice was hoarse from barking out orders and directives.Yet we barely made any progress. Isabella was still gone.Still out there.Still out of reach.Edmund sat beside me. He was just as tired as I was. His normally neat uniform was wrinkled.Together, we kept looking. We looked at messages, merchant routes, and border crossings. Nothing felt concrete.But we didn’t stop.We couldn’t.It was Eliza who kept me from unraveling.Every time I was too tired and every time I wanted to run mad because of the frustration, she was there.She would place her hand on my cheek to calm me down or she would kiss me and every time she did that, my wolf would calm down.And so would I.She was the calmness I neede

ELIZA'S POVThe desert wind bit at my face as I crouched low near the patrol camp’s outer ring. I’d only been with the Dune Kingdom’s border patrol for ten days, and already my limbs ached from the heat, the forced marches, and the drills. I was appointed as head of the patrol units.I wasn't here to be one of them. I was here for Isabella.And if pretending to be a loyal tracker meant bleeding my hands raw, earning every ounce of their trust, and walking among executioners with a frozen smile—I would do it.The Dune Kingdom doesn’t ask. It tells.That’s how I ended up walking with a patrol unit. They called it a “provisional recruitment”—which really meant, we don’t trust you yet. I could feel it in their eyes, in the way their hands stayed near their weapons. One wrong move and they’d bury me right here in the sand.So I kept my head down. Helpful, but not pushy. Curious, but not nosy. Just useful enough to keep around.If you want to survive, you learn to blend in.The patrol was t