Lahat ng Kabanata ng Stronger Than Pain: From Beta To Luna: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Maya’s POVBy the time we reached the bus station, the first light of dawn was breaking across the sky, painting the clouds with pale pink and faded gold. My feet felt numb, every step sending stabbing pain up my calves. Jayden slept heavily against my shoulder, his warm breath tickling my neck.The station was quiet. Only a few people sat on the rusted metal benches, hunched over their bags with tired, resigned eyes. A mother nursed her crying baby in the corner. Two old men sat side by side, their heads bowed in sleep. The smell of old oil and damp concrete clung to the cold morning air.I lowered Jayden carefully onto one of the benches. He curled onto his side without waking, hugging his backpack to his chest like a teddy bear. My wolf flicked her tail, watching him with soft, glowing eyes.I sat beside him, rubbing my frozen fingers together for warmth. Every muscle in my body throbbed with exhaustion, but I couldn’t let myself sleep now.My phone buzzed weakly in my pocket. Its b

Alpha Conan’s POV I walked swiftly down the dim hallway, my boots thudding against the polished marble floor. My wolf paced anxiously inside me, his golden eyes scanning every shadow. The palace felt too silent, too empty without Henry’s laughter echoing through its walls. Find him, my wolf growled, his tail lashing with agitation. He is ours to protect. I pushed open Henry’s bedroom door. The scent of vanilla soap and fresh hay greeted me, the smell of his small body mixing with the stuffed animals he tucked against his pillow at night. The covers were thrown aside. His tiny shoes lay abandoned near the dresser. “Henry?” I called out softly, stepping into the room. Silence. My wolf sniffed the air, ears flicking forward. He’s not here, he murmured, disappointment curling his lip. But his scent is fresh. He

Alpha Conan’s POV The evening sun dipped low behind the palace walls, casting everything in a burnt orange glow. I sat at my office desk, elbows resting on the polished wood, my fingers rubbing my temples. The papers before me blurred together in a meaningless mess of ink and signatures. I couldn’t focus on anything after this morning. Henry slept peacefully in his room now, curled under his wolf-print blanket, his small hands clutching his stuffed bear. The image of him up that tree haunted me all day, the way his little voice broke when he said he wanted to stay there forever. How could I have neglected my own son this much? My eyes drifted to my phone on the table. Maya’s name sat there, unanswered. I had called her before dawn, and she didn’t pick up. I called again after breakfast, and again after lunch. Each time, my chest tightened a little more.

Maya’s POVCold. That was the first thing I felt as consciousness dragged me back from the suffocating darkness. Cold, biting into my skin like a thousand needles. My head pounded with a dull, throbbing ache. I tried to move, but pain shot through my shoulders, making me whimper softly. Wake up… wake up… My wolf’s voice was faint, like an echo far away, but it anchored me enough to force my heavy eyelids open. The world around me was blurred, smeared in grey and black shapes. I blinked rapidly, my lashes crusted with dried tears. Slowly, the shapes sharpened. I was in a small room with cracked cement walls. A dim fluorescent light flickered above, casting eerie shadows across the dirty floor. The smell of damp rot filled my nose, mixing with the metallic tang of my own fear. My arms were twisted painfully behind me, bound at the w

Maya’s POV I could hear my heartbeat echoing in my ears. The courtroom was silent except for the faint rustling of people shifting in their seats, their curious and judging eyes fixed on me. My knees pressed painfully against the cold marble floor, and the ropes around my wrists burned into my skin with every trembling breath I took. My wolf lay curled inside me, her golden eyes dim, her ears drooping. Stay awake… she whispered softly. Don’t let them take him… I tried to nod, but my neck felt stiff, heavy with exhaustion and grief. I forced myself to lift my gaze to where Luna sat on the judge’s throne, draped in deep green ceremonial robes. Her dark hair was pinned up neatly, her golden brooch glinting under the flickering chandelier above her. She looked down at me with cold amusement. “The court is in session,” she a