All Chapters of Three Alphas, One Luna: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Elijah’s PovThe war room smelled of sweat, candle wax, and the faint tingle of residual magic in the air. Henry stood by the table, tracing the lines of our escape route with a steady finger. Liam paced by the doorway, muscles coiled like a spring. I sat across from them, feeling the weight of every moment since Leila’s capture pressing on my shoulders.We needed a way into Sebastian’s lair, and there was only one person who knew the hidden tunnels well enough to guide us: Flora. My heart tightened at the thought. After her betrayal, I didn’t want to see her face. But desperation has a way of softening even the hardest doubts.I took a breath and stood, smoothing my robes. “I’ve spoken with Flora,” I began, keeping my voice even. Henry looked up, eyebrows raised. Liam’s pacing faltered, and he glared at me.“She’s willing to help,” I continued. “She says she knows a secret path, an old tunnel beneath the eastern cliff that leads straight to Sebastian’s underground stronghold.”Liam’s

Henry’s POVThe moment the last guard fell beneath Elijah’s silent blade and Liam’s silver-edged dagger, the chamber fell into an unnatural hush. I pressed a hand to my chest, lungs heaving, as I took in the scene, the bodies of Sebastian’s minions strewn across the stone floor, torches guttering in the sudden lack of movement. My brothers gathered at the edge of the rune circle, their faces pale under the torchlight.Leila lay at the center, bound to the pillar by silk and runes that glowed a sickly green. My heart clenched at the sight of her pale skin and limp form. Without hesitation, I strode forward, every instinct screaming to free her.“Elijah, the runes!” I called, voice tight. He knelt beside the pillar, pulling out a small pouch of dusty gray powder, the Moonwood ash the Seer had given us.I drew my sword and crouched, running the flat of the blade along the edge of the glowing circle. The runes shimmered where they met steel. “Flora,” I said, turning to the trembling woman

Liam's PovI could feel my own pulse hammering in the corridor outside her door. Every step I took echoed on the smooth stone floors, grinding against the silence like a blade. I’d circled this hallway half a dozen times already today, each footfall a promise and a threat. Guilt and rage warred inside me until my chest felt too tight to breathe.I stopped and pressed my forehead to the door, hand splayed over the wood. Behind this door was Leila, my Leila, yet somehow not the same woman who had laughed with me in the sun, who had rested her head on my shoulder, who had whispered my name like a prayer.I slammed my fist against the door. “Leila!” My voice came out raw, cracking. “Please just talk to me!”No answer. Only the muted echo of my own desperation.I pressed my shoulder into the wood and sank to my knees. Memories flooded me: her bright laugh as we chased each other through the training yard; the way her eyes sparkled when she teased me. That Leila had been soft, gentle, fierc

Henry’s POV The dawn light was pale and cold as I slipped through the quiet halls, carrying a water basin and clean linens. My heart felt heavier than the weight of the world. Last night had been the worst, Leila’s nightmares had echoed through the corridors, cries that stabbed my ears. I had found her pacing her room at the edge of the sky-lit garden, hands clawing at her hair, tears staining her cheeks.This morning, I found her asleep in a low chair by the window, a thin blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Her hair spilled across the floor like ink in water. The moonlight had given way to dawn, and her pale face was pinched with exhaustion.I knelt beside her and gently lifted her hand, brushing my thumb across her palm. The cut on her forearm from Liam’s failed attempt to protect her had scabbed over, but the bruise beneath it was still dark.“Leila,” I whispered, dipping a cloth in water. “I need to wash this. It hurts.”Her eyes fluttered open, the irises clouded with sleep o

Alpha Orion’s POVThe moon rode high and cold in the velvet sky as I mounted my steed outside the packhouse gates. Night had descended fully, wrapping our territory in silver light and deep shadows. A chill wind rustled the pines, carrying with it the earthy scent of pine needles and distant moss. Beneath my cloak, I felt the weight of my mantle: not just leather and steel, but the life of our pack entrusted to me.I had heard rumors of Leila’s restlessness, her desperate longing to flee the safety my sons had built. I worried, as any guardian would, that the magic still tangled in her mind would push her toward danger. Tonight, I resolved to find her before she crossed the border. Under my leadership, no wolf of ours would walk alone into peril.I rode to the eastern boundary, where the forest grew thick and the underbrush tangled between ancient oaks. The moon’s pale beams lit a narrow path I knew well, a path once used by scouts but now largely forgotten. As I trotted forward, memo