Semua Bab Three Alphas, One Luna: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Leila’s POV The ground trembled with the thunder of hooves and the clash of steel as the two armies met at last on the open plain. Smoke curled from scattered fires, and the acrid tang of sweat and blood hung heavy in the air. I stood at the edge of the battle, heart hammering so fiercely I could almost hear it over the din. On one side, Sebastian’s shadow-wolves pressed forward in dark columns; on the other, our Crimson Moon warriors, my brothers and my pack held their line with grim determination.I wore light leather armor rather than Sebastian’s silken robes, my sword sheathed at my hip. My hair was braided back, so nothing hindered my vision or threatened to tangle in my grip. Every breath I drew tasted of smoke and metal, but also of freedom. He had not found me in the woods. My brothers had brought me here, to the heart of the conflict, so I could make this choice in full view of both armies.Liam stood a few paces to my left, shield raised, eyes blazing with concern. Henry wa

Sebastian’s povI felt the air grow thin around me, as though the world itself were slipping through my grasp. My hands trembled, the black iron crown heavy upon my brow. Dust and blood coated my armor, the once-sleek lines now gouged and cracked from the onslaught of Crimson Moon’s final charge. All around me, the clash of swords had slowed to a ragged echo. My shadow-wolves faltered, their dark banners drooping, eyes hollowed by exhaustion and betrayal.I pressed a hand to my side where Liam’s blade had slashed a moment ago, the wound still hot and leaking through my cuirass. My breath came in shallow, ragged gasps. The magic I had drawn from the Moon Goddess, from Leila’s wolf, once a roaring inferno in my veins, ebbed like a dying ember. I felt no power surging in my limbs, no crackle of shadow magic at my fingertips. Only the cold weight of mortality.“Sebastian!” The voice cut through the haze. I turned to see Draven, face pale, robes singed. His hands trembled, reluctant to tou

Liam's POV The battle had ended hours ago, but the earth still trembled beneath my boots as I walked beside Leila. The valley was scarred, muddy craters where hidden traps had swallowed horses, broken spears and discarded shields littering the blood-stained ground. Yet the worst was over: Crimson Moon had stood firm, our pack had prevailed, and Sebastian’s tyranny had been shattered.My heart pounded in my chest, not from exertion but from relief and a fierce, overwhelming love. I reached out and took Leila’s hand, her fingers slipping into mine like the missing piece of my soul. The moment our skin met, I felt a spark: our mate bond, long suppressed by dark magic, now blazed to life with warmth and light.“Are you all right?” I asked, voice rough with emotion.Leila looked up at me, eyes bright with tears and starlight. She nodded, but only barely. “I… I never thought we’d make it,” she whispered.I squeezed her hand. “You were the strongest among us. You gave me the courage to figh

Elijah’s POV I sat by the dying embers of our campfire, the night air cool against my skin. The battle is long over; the valley lies quiet now, littered with broken spears and the hushed murmurs of wounded men. All around me, my brothers and the pack tend their fires and their wounds. But no one tends mine.I came here, to this simple clearing where Leila and I once shared stories by the crackling flame, to think. To let the night carry away the echoes of what might have been.I close my eyes and let the memory come. I see her smile, soft and bright. I hear her laughter, light as summer rain. I feel the spark in my chest the first time our hands brushed, that gentle tremor of joy that told me my heart had found home. I remember the way her eyes searched mine in the cave at midnight, trusting me to guide her, protect her, love her. I remember how her wolf felt beneath my fingertips warm, pulsing with life.I breathe deep, tasting the smoke and the cool breeze, and I remind myself it’s

Leila’s POV The dawn light crept softly over the ridge as I sat alone by the edge of the stream, watching my reflection ripple in the clear water. The hush of early morning felt sacred, as if the world had paused to give me space. My hands hovered above the surface, but I did not touch the water. I was not ready to see my face yet, not when my mind was waking from the long fog of enchantment, the bonds that had held me like chains.I closed my eyes and let the memories come.First, the good. I remembered the day I arrived at Crimson Moon’s gates, frightened and alone and how Henry had knelt to offer me a cloak woven with moonlight, his eyes gentle with kindness. I recalled Elijah’s soft music in the moonlit garden, the way his fingers had lifted my trembling hands to teach me the first notes on a piano. I could still feel Liam’s steady grip when he had caught me as I stumbled in basic drills, his voice firm but caring as he corrected my stance. All those moments of warmth and trust,