Semua Bab Three Alphas, One Luna: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Leila’s POV I woke to the scent of incense and blood roses, a muted ache behind my eyes as I blinked into the dim light. The silk curtains draped around my bed let in only a sliver of dawn, softening the shapes of the room into gentle shadows. I lay still for a moment, listening to the faint hum of candles and the beat of my own heart, which thudded like a drum in my chest.Sebastian’s chamber was larger than any room I’d ever known, expansive, with heavy tapestries of glittering black and silver, and a high ceiling carved to resemble a starry sky. His bed was four-postered, draped in crimson silks, and at the foot of it, a long, low divan snaked along the wall. Everything felt sumptuous and alien, like someone else’s dream in which I had little place. But I had learned to navigate these opulent walls, to play the part of his chosen Luna, his enthralled mate, while my mind pieced together fragments of truth.I slid out of bed on limbs that felt too heavy to move, muscles still stiff

Elijah’s POVI woke before the first light of dawn, fingers twisting at the edges of my cot’s blanket. The camp was still, silent but for the distant calls of night birds and the soft shuffle of wolves in their dens. My heart thumped in my chest, a slow drumbeat of worry. Leila was out there somewhere, free from Sebastian’s hold at last, but her journey back to us was far from over. Meanwhile, the war with Sebastian’s forces loomed ever closer. My role was clear: I had to guard not only our packsmen and warriors, but the truth itself, an unseen, fragile treasure.I slipped from the cot and wrapped a cloak around my shoulders before slipping out of the small tent I shared with Henry. He lay curled on his side, breathing evenly, already lost to sleep. I paused at the flap, a flash of memory tugging at me: Leila’s face in the cave, her trust unspoken but unmistakable. I clenched my fists, determination burning hot. “I will find you again,” I whispered.Beyond the tent, the camp was quiet

Elijah’s povI spent that night patrolling the inner gates, listening to the wind whisper through the cracks in the wooden doors. Half my mind was on the patrol, the other half on Leila.I walked between the watch fires, checking the soldiers’ posts, nodding to them as I passed. Their eyes were weary but determined. They’d seen Rusk and Glaydern taken to the Hollow Chamber; they knew the stakes.When I reached the archway leading to the Lord’s quarters, I noticed two figures in the shadows, Ser Korous and Aria speaking in hushed tones. I slowed my steps, straining to hear.“…someone brought him word last night,” Aria said, voice urgent. “A traitor’s letter, wrapped in blood. It detailed our battle plans, everything. If we’d lost that skirmish, the pack would be broken.”Korous swallowed, face grim. “We need to seal every ear. No more rumors, no more wandering enough to be caught. The next war council only essential brothers and me.”Aria nodded. “Understood. We’ll stand guard ourselve

Liam’s POV I slipped through the underbrush just before moonrise, heart pounding so loudly I was sure Leila would hear it from her hiding place. The forest was quiet, the only sounds the soft whisper of wind through pines and the distant rush of the river. My boots sank into moss and fallen leaves, and I kept low, senses reaching for any sign of movement. Every rustle could be Sebastian’s shadow-wolves or worse, his spies watching the trails.But my mind was on Leila. Since that night in the cave, since I had marked her and the spell that bound her mind to Sebastian had finally cracked, every moment apart had felt like a torment. I had carried her scent in my memories, and felt her wolf’s heartbeat in my own chest. Yet I dared not ask her to stay away from Sebastian’s manse; she had to maintain the illusion of loyalty so no alarm would ring in his halls. He was cunning; if he suspected her bond with me was restored, he would tighten his hold or vanish us both in his cruelty.Tonight

Alpha Orion's POV I stood on the ridgeline just before dawn, the first light painting the eastern horizon in pale washes of lavender and gold. In my hand, I held a battered leather map, the edges worn thin, the ink smudged from years of use. Below me, the tide of my pack’s warriors stirred in the camp, tents half-rolled, horses shifting in their stalls. Their breaths fogged in the cold air. I inhaled deeply, the scent of pine and frost filling my chest. Today, everything would change.I turned away from the camp and padded quietly down a narrow path that wound through ancient oaks and towering pines. My long cloak trailed on the forest floor, leaves whispering beneath its hem. In each careful footstep, I carried memories of battle and betrayal, but also of hope. I was going to meet old friends and forge quiet alliances, just as I had done decades before when the Crescent Council had threatened to divide us all.As I rounded a moss-covered boulder, I saw two figures waiting in the hal