All Chapters of The Betrayed Warrior Luna's Second Chance: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ALEXANDER’S POVStanding inside my tent, I held the Lycan King's reply in my hands.My eyes scanned the carefully written words again and again.The letter stated that the King had gladly granted Eliza the rank of Fifth-Class Brave General in recognition of her outstanding contributions in reclaiming Illyria.A slow, satisfied smile spread across my lips.This was more than just an honor—it was proof of her strength, her determination. I was so proud of her.The paper felt heavier in my hands as I thought about what this truly meant.Eliza’s military rank now surpassed both Derek and Maya’s. By merit alone, the two of them should have earned higher positions, but they had chosen a different path.Instead of striving for true recognition, they had exchanged their military achievements for a marriage decree. This meant they had secured their place in Illyria through alliance rather than battle.But Eliza—Eliza had fought with her own hands, bled on the battlefield, and had proven hersel

ELIZA’S POVThe moment Maya and Derek stepped into the war room, there was tension in the air.I had expected them to come, but seeing them now didn’t make it any easier. The room was already crowded with generals.I held my head high with a neutral expression even as my wolf grew restless and angry inside me.Maya’s eyes were filled with amusement as she walked forward. Her lips curved into a smirk, and I knew then that she had come prepared to gloat.“Eliza,” she said again, “You never mentioned to the generals that you and Derek are divorced.”The words were deliberately loud enough to catch the attention of everyone in the room, and sure enough, heads turned.The generals started to murmur.My fingers curled into fists beside me. My wolf growled, demanding I fight her or do something to defend myself. But she wasn’t worth it.Instead, I arched a single brow and smirked

ELIZA’S POVI stood amidst the gathered generals, keeping my posture straight and my expression unreadable as Alexander questioned Derek about the reinforcements."We've brought 100,000 royal soldiers, 10,000 Sacred Firearms Regiment, and 15,000 Mystic Corps," Derek reported.Alexander nodded in approval.Then, without hesitation, he began assigning the troops like he had given it some thought beforehand.“General Timothy, you will lead the Royal Army along the eastern front. General Howell, you will take the Firearms Regiment and reinforce the western flank."Then his eyes turned to me. "And Eliza—" He paused for a fraction of a second, like he wanted to say something important, "You will command the 15,000 Mystic Corps."I barely kept my breath from hitching. The Mystic Corps were the most formidable warriors. These were elites feared even by seasoned generals.Why would he entrust them to me? Was this a tes

MAYA’S POVThe pain was unbearable.I lay on my stomach. My body burned from the searing lashes of the military cane.Twenty strokes.Twenty excruciating marks seared into my back for doing nothing but speaking the truth.My muscles trembled as I sucked in a breath, forcing myself not to make a sound.I refused to let them break me. I was Maya, a war hero. Not only that. I was a Luna, a warrior who had bled for this kingdom. And yet, I had been treated no better than a traitor.All because of her.Eliza.My wolf growled in my head, restless. My wolf was itching to sink her claws into that woman’s throat.I could see her now, standing with that infuriating smirk, watching as I was dragged out and flogged like a common criminal.And Derek had watched my suffering without lifting a single damn finger.That stupid Alexander.He thought he could do anything he wanted because he was the son of the Lycan king.It had been his orders that had left me in this state.The anger I felt boiled ins

THIRD PERSON’S POVThe discontent spread like an infection.It spread in the hearts of the 120,000 reinforcements who had marched tirelessly across mountains, rivers, and rough lands to reach the battlefield.It began as murmurs among the lower ranks, quiet whispers were exchanged during night watches, but within three days, those murmurs had transformed into open resentment.“Eliza Valford,” one soldier spat, tossing a twig into the campfire. “Fifth-Rank Brave General? What exactly did she do to earn that?”The group of men sitting around him nodded in agreement. One of them, a veteran with scars tracing his arms, scoffed.“She’s only here because of her father and brother. That’s it,” he growled. “Her father’s a war hero, her brother’s a commander—so what? Since when does lineage make a general?”A younger recruit, barely in his twenties, hesitated before speaking. “But… I heard she trained under General Rourke. That has to count for something, right?”The veteran snorted. “Training