Semua Bab The Betrayed Warrior Luna's Second Chance: Bab 61 - Bab 70

ELIZA’S POVThe moment we arrived at the camp, the air grew heavier. My heart pounded in my chest—not from nerves, but from the electricity in the air.And then, I saw him.Alexander stood near the center of the camp, speaking in hushed tones with the other marshals and generals.Even in crowd of warriors, he commanded attention with an effortless authority that sent shivers down my spine. There was something attractive about the way he carried himself.As if sensing my gaze, he turned.My breath hitched. Those intense blue eyes locked onto mine.In that moment, it felt as if we were the only two people in the world. I could feel my stomach getting heated up.My throat went dry, and for one reckless second, I let myself drown in the intensity of his stare.His expression was unreadable, but there was something there—something dark something that made my pulse race.I looked away. Quickly.Damn him.I forced myself to focus as I walked towards the gathering warriors.Vivi, Cynthia, Rod

THIRD PERSON’S POVThe cold wind moved through the city walls of Illyria.Viktor Simons, Marshal of the Western Plains, stood on top of the balcony, looking over everything.In the distance, he could see the Lycan Kingdom’s camp.His gloved hands were clenched behind his back. The scent of wolves filled the air, sending a shudder through his own beast. His wolf stirred, not with fear, but with total hate.Viktor’s white hair remained untouched by the wind, but the cold air wrapped around him, making each exhale a cloud of ice.He could hear the snow crunching under the boots of approaching soldiers.Marshal Chandler of the Dune Kingdom was with them.Unlike Viktor, Chandler had spent his years fighting in the heat of the dunes, and the bitter cold of this northern front did little to suit him.“This march has taken its toll,” Chandler said, coming closer to Viktor, “The men need rest, Viktor. They’ve crossed leagues of frozen wasteland. Pushing them any harder may break them before ba

ELIZA’S POVI found myself face-to-face with Alexander.His blue eyes softened as he studied me. He had something in his eyes—concern, maybe even understanding.“Eliza,” he said gently “I know how you feel. Learning the truth like that… it’s a lot to take in. But drinking yourself into oblivion won’t change anything.”I swallowed hard, not wanting to meet his gaze. It wasn’t just the truth that had sent me spiraling—it was everything.The war, the constant fight for survival, the fact that my father and brother died for this.But then, Alexander’s eyes landed on the flask still in my grip. His gaze lingered, and I could see the discipline in his expression wavering ever so slightly.Ah.I knew that look. I’d seen it plenty of times from soldiers and other travelers alike. He wanted a drink.Biting back a smile, I rubbed at my sore nose, pretending not to notice. I didn’t say a word as Alexander turned on his heel and walked toward the command tent with the flask in hand.Boone’s jaw d

ELIZA’S POVThe candlelight reflected across the war table, highlighting the drawn battle maps and strategic placements marked in bold ink.My eyes remained fixed on Alexander as he leaned over the table.His brows were furrowed as his fingers moved over the map. His presence was magnetic, like a force that commanded attention, respect.He looked even more gorgeous when he was focused – the furrowing of his brows, his lips pressed into a thin line, the way strands of his hair fell over his face, the way he flexed his muscles.I was in awe.My wolf purred in satisfaction.The sight of him like this was enough to send heat spreading through me. I had to clench my thighs to control myself. He was so effortlessly charming that it hurt to look at him.His deep, steady voice echoed through the tent.We were all exhausted. Still, I couldn’t care less.It didn’t matter how tired I was. I could stand here and look at him all day, no matter how exhausted I was."We need to secure the eastern fl

THIRD PERSON’S POVUnder the cold moonlight, General Victor of the Western Plains looked down at the Lycan Kingdom's wolves from the towering walls of Illyria.His sharp eyes scanned the battlefield below, where the remnants of the first assault was—bodies scattered across the ground, the scent of blood thick in the air.The city’s wolves had been caught off guard, scrambling to organize their defenses.Now, the walls were lined with archers who were ready for another attack.Yet, the invading forces had withdrawn after only an hour, leaving the defenders uncertain. They were all tense.Victor exhaled sharply.Alexander’s strategy was beginning to take shape, but it was unimpressive so far.The first wave had been a feint.He knew it was meant to test their defenses. And now, as the night stretched on, the second assault came harder.A loud horn sounded from the enemy’s side, and within moments, thirty thousand wolves charged forward.Their war cries tore through the night as they ran