Semua Bab Alpha’s Regret After His Abandoned Luna Left: Bab 61 - Bab 70

(Alexander's POV)The moon hung heavy in the night sky as I returned to the Blackwood Pack's ancestral den. The severance ritual had left a hollow feeling in my chest, but my resolve remained unshaken. I knew what I wanted—who I wanted.As I entered the main strategy room, I found Elder Blackwood sitting alone at the ceremonial strategy board, meticulously arranging silver territory markers. His amber eyes, so like my own, flicked up to meet mine."The severance has made you quite popular," he remarked, a sardonic smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Pack communications can't stop discussing your heartbroken expression when Aurora walked away."I removed my ceremonial cloak, draping it over a nearby chair. "Pack gossip doesn't interest me.""Doesn't it?" Elder Blackwood's fingers paused over a silver marker representing the eastern hunting grounds. "You've always been keenly aware of your public image."I moved to stand across from him, studying the territory map he'd laid

(Aurora's POV)Silver Creek Territory. Alexander's invitation hung in the air like a challenge.I stared at the crumpled mate bond severance papers on my desk. Going there would be walking straight into his trap. Alexander never did anything without calculation, and his sudden interest in Ethan's family territories was clearly a ploy to lure me back."No," I said aloud to my empty healing den. "I won't play his game."My communication device chimed with an incoming message. An invitation from Margaret Gray—Ethan's mother—requesting a meeting at the pack's trading post café. Perfect timing. Perhaps together we could find a solution to counter Alexander's territorial assault.The trading post bustled with activity when I arrived. Wolves from various bloodlines bartered for rare herbs and exchanged territory gossip. I spotted Margaret immediately at a corner table, her back rigid as a silver pine."Healer Winters," she greeted, not rising as I approached.I was struck by her appear

(Aurora's POV)Two months.Two months of silence from Alexander Blackwood. No mind-link attempts. No territorial power plays. No unexpected visits to my healing den. Nothing.It was as though he had vanished from my life entirely, and I found myself finally able to breathe freely again. My independent healing sanctuary flourished in his absence, drawing wolves from multiple packs seeking treatments unavailable elsewhere.Today marked our first major healing ceremony—sixty advanced rituals completed successfully. Pride swelled in my chest as I surveyed the silver moon clearing where we'd gathered to celebrate."You've accomplished something remarkable," Ethan said, appearing beside me.The summer breeze ruffled his dark hair, and the formal ceremonial attire with intricate silver embroidery suited him perfectly. His injured ear had healed well, though he would never regain full hearing on that side—a permanent reminder of how he'd saved my life."We all did," I replied, including

The moonlight streamed through the windows of my healing den as Alexander pressed me against the wall. His lips were insistent against mine, demanding a response I wasn't ready to give. My ceremonial robe was already damp from the rain, clinging to my skin in ways that drew his attention.When he finally pulled back, his amber eyes swept over me with unveiled possessiveness."You wore this for him," Alexander accused, his fingers tracing the delicate embroidery along the hem of my robe. "This was for Ethan Gray's benefit."I could have denied it. I could have explained that I'd chosen the robe because it was comfortable, or because the healing runes along the hem enhanced my abilities. Instead, I decided to provoke him."Yes," I said simply, my green eyes meeting his defiantly. "I did."The effect was immediate. Alexander's pupils dilated, the amber irises glowing as his wolf surged to the surface. A low growl escaped his throat."You're still mine," he hissed, his hands possessi

(Elara Thornwood's POV)The moonlight streamed through the washing chamber window as I helped Aurora remove her wine-soaked ceremonial robe.My hands moved automatically, unfastening silver clasps with practiced ease. Then I saw it – a small crescent-shaped birthmark on her lower back, glowing faintly under the moonbeams.My heart stopped.Twenty-seven years of grief crashed through me like a tidal wave. I reached out, my fingers trembling as they touched the mark. The same mark my daughter had been born with. The mark of our bloodline."Is something wrong?" Aurora asked, glancing over her shoulder.I withdrew my hand quickly. "No, nothing. Just a bit of wine that stained through."She couldn't see my face, couldn't see the tears threatening to spill. I busied myself with adjusting her fresh robe, fastening the silver clasps with trembling fingers.The last time I'd performed this simple act for my daughter, she'd been just a small pup. A crisp autumn morning, the scent of pine