บททั้งหมดของ Three Alphas, One Luna: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Sebastian’s POV I stood on the balcony of my high tower, watching the last light of dusk fade over the shadowed treetops. Below me, the courtyards of my stronghold lay quiet, save for the occasional flicker of torchlight as my minions went about their nightly duties. A thin smile curved my lips. At this moment, everything was as it should be, Leila was mine, the bond with her matched only by the power thrumming through my veins, and soon the entire Crimson Moon pack would bow or break before me. I drew a long breath of the cool evening air, tasting the promise of victory. In my hands, I held a folded piece of parchment: the final plan for the attack. I let it rest on the stone balustrade and closed my eyes, recalling the night I first performed the binding ritual. The runes had flared green, a cry of magic so fierce it had rocked the foundations of the chamber. I remembered Leila’s face pale, terrified, and yet quivering with awe as she sank into my arms, her mind cleaved clean of h

Liam’s POVI woke before dawn, as I always did, drawing on the quiet of the camp before anyone else stirred. The air was cool, mist clinging to the grass, and my breath puffed white in the lantern light. I rose from my cot and laced my boots, muscles humming with the memory of sleep’s warmth.I stepped outside into the training yard, empty except for the old wooden dummy I used to practice my strikes. My brothers were still asleep in the main hall, trusting the night watch to hold the line. I liked it that way, alone here, the world belonged only to me and my wolf.I drew my sword, its metal cool in my hand, and began my morning routine: strike, block, strike, block. Each movement precise, measured, the rhythm rail against chaos. As the sky lightened, I heard a soft rustle behind me. I whirled, blade raised, but there was nothing, only the wind dancing through the pines.I lowered my sword, heart hammering. I frowned. Funny, I would have sensed a stranger here. But this felt different

Sebastian’s POV As morning stretched into midday, the courtyard filled with the sounds of training: the thunk of spear into shield, the twang of bowstring, the grunts of men as they sparred. It was a symphony of preparation, an orchestra tuned to bring down an enemy.I found a quiet spot atop a raised platform in the center of the field, a dais carved from black stone. Here, I could watch everything, my army’s heart beating as one. I gestured for a young lieutenant to join me. He offered a salute and climbed the steps, sword at his side.“Report,” I said, voice carrying over the courtyard.He bowed deeply. “My lord, the southern cavalry unit is ready. Eighty riders, all armored in leather and steel. They await your commands just beyond the paddock.”“Good,” I said, noting the troop by scanning the yard. A dozen horses stood in formation, bridles lined in silver. “They will flank Crimson Moon’s rear and cut off any who try to flee.”He nodded. “Yes, my lord.”I turned my gaze back to

Henry’s PovSilence fell, thick as iron. Elijah paled, Liam’s jaw tightened, and I felt a knot of relief and fear twist inside me. Leila was truly still ours, but if Sebastian sensed this…Elijah spoke first, voice strained. “We must keep this secret, for now. We can’t risk telling anyone else until we know for sure. If Sebastian learns we can still bond with her, he’ll tighten his watch. He’ll guard her even more closely.”I nodded. “We also need a plan. We need to find her without alerting Sebastian.”Liam nodded, relief and pain mingling in his eyes. He turned back to the map. “That’s why I called this meeting. We need to break Sebastian’s hold over her.”I knelt beside him, studying the map. “Where would you start?” I asked.Liam pointed to a narrow pass in the mountains, a route I remembered well. “If she’s with Sebastian, he likely kept her in his eastern keep, high on the ridge. We could slip through here under the cover of night.”Elijah frowned. “The guards there are strong.

Liam’s PovThe night was colder than I remembered any other, the air thin and sharp against my skin as I made my way through the dense forest. My breath came in short, visible puffs that dissolved almost immediately into the darkness. Moonlight filtered through the skeletal branches above, painting pale patches on the forest floor, lighting a path that seemed both inviting and foreboding. I tightened my cloak around me and pressed forward, heart pounding in my chest. I had never felt so nervous.I followed the narrow path through the forest under the pale light of a new moon. The trees loomed like silent sentinels, their branches whispering in the night breeze. My heart thudded in my chest, not only from the sprint through thorny underbrush but from the fear and hope that roiled inside me. I clutched my cloak tighter around my shoulders, its hem greasy with the mud of the trail. Every crunch of fallen leaves under my boots made my pulse jump. I was on my way to a secret meeting with L