Semua Bab Stronger Than Pain: From Beta To Luna: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Alpha Conan’s POV The gardens sprawled out in front of us, a messy mix of green grass and golden sunlight filtering through the trees. The air smelled of crushed mint from trampled plants and the faint, sharp sting of blood from the fight we’d just survived. My pack was scattered around, some bandaging wounds, others dragging broken branches and stones to clear the paths.  The pack house was pulling itself back together, and so were we. But my eyes weren’t on the cracked walls or my tired warriors. They were on her. Maya was in the middle of it all, moving like she didn’t know how to stop. Her dark hair was tied back, loose strands clinging to her sweaty neck as she knelt next to a warrior, wrapping a bandage around his gashed arm. She said something to him, her voice too quiet for me to catch, but the guy relaxed, his face softening as he nodded at her.  My

Alpha Conan’s POV The garden was alive with the late afternoon sun, its golden light spilling over the grass and warming the air with the scent of blooming jasmine and fresh earth. The pack house was still a mess, cracked stones and scattered debris from the battle, but out here, it felt like we could breathe. My warriors were off tending to repairs or resting, leaving the garden quiet except for the chatter of birds and the rustle of leaves. My focus, though, was on the small figure skulking near the hedge, half-hidden in the shadows. Henry, my son, stood there, his dark hair falling into his eyes, his shoulders hunched like he wanted to disappear. He was always like this, quiet, reserved, watching the world from a distance. My wolf whined, aching to pull him closer, to break through the walls he’d built. “Henry,” I called, my voice gentle but firm, carrying across the garden. “Come on out. Join us.” Hi

Alpha Conan’s POVJayden’s laughter rang out, high and bright, as he darted around, waving a stick like it was a mighty sword. Maya was right there with him, her dark hair loose and catching the light, her smile wide and unguarded as she pretended to dodge his “attacks.”My wolf hummed, content just watching her, the way her laugh lit up the space around us, making the battered pack house feel alive again.Henry sat nearby, quieter, but even he was smiling, tossing a pebble between his hands as he watched Jayden’s antics.“Daddy, save her!” Jayden called, pointing his stick at Maya, who clutched her chest dramatically, stumbling back like she’d been struck.“Oh, you got me, you little monster!” she gasped, collapsing onto the grass with an exaggerated groan. Jayden squealed, diving onto her, and she tickled him until he was a giggling mess. My chest ached, warm and full, seeing her like this, so free, so here. My wolf wanted to join them, to roll in the grass and soak up her joy, but

Alpha Conan’s POV The pack house was dead quiet, the kind of late-night hush that made every creak feel like a threat. I couldn’t sleep, my wolf restless, urging me to check on Maya. The poison had left her fragile, and the thought of her vulnerable kept me on edge, pacing the halls like a caged animal. My boots echoed on the stone, the moonlight casting jagged shadows, when a faint scuffle near her chambers stopped me dead.  My nose caught it, Jonathan, stinking of sweat and bad intentions. My wolf roared, fury blazing through me as I rounded the corner. There he was, sneaking toward her door, a knife glinting in his shaky hand. I didn’t think, I lunged, slamming him into the wall, my hand around his throat, claws pricking his skin. “You slimy bastard,” I growled, my voice low and raw. “You think you can get to her?” Jonathan’s eyes bugged out, his voice a pathetic sque

Alpha Conan’s POVThe gardens were quiet tonight, the air cool and sweet with the scent of jasmine and damp earth. The moon hung low, nearly full, casting silver light over the paths Maya and I walked side by side.Her steps were soft, her hands tucked into her sleeves, and I could feel her wolf brushing against mine, a gentle hum that made my chest ache. My wolf was calm, content just to be near her, but there was a weight in me tonight, a need to share something I’d kept buried for too long.“You’re quiet,” Maya said, glancing at me, her voice light but curious. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”I chuckled, the sound rougher than I meant. “Just thinking. About you, mostly. And… other things.”She raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching. “Other things? That’s vague, even for you.”I stopped by a low stone bench, gesturing for her to sit. She did, and I settled beside her, close enough to feel her warmth but giving her space. “I’m not good at this,” I said, rubbing the back of my