Semua Bab Reclaiming His Fated Luna: Bab 141 - Bab 150

KIERANI watched them from the shadows of my own thoughts, though they sat right in front of me—the Alpha and Raven, locked in a battle neither of them wanted to name. Lucian was fire, raw and reckless, ready to burn everything if betrayal touched his pack. Raven, though… Raven was ice. She didn’t flinch, not in the way most wolves would when their Alpha’s suspicion turned on them. That told me more than words ever could.Lucian’s voice was all growls and venom. “If you’ve betrayed me, Raven, I’ll slit your throat myself.” He meant it. My Alpha had never been one to bluff, and everyone in this room knew that. But what caught my attention wasn’t his fury, it was her silence before she answered. A silence too measured, too deliberate.I leaned back, arms folded, saying nothing. My role wasn’t to interfere yet. No, my role was to observe. And I had seen enough in my years to know that betrayal never showed itself in grand confessions. It lived in the flicker of a gaze, the tremor in a vo

LUCIANI sat in the council chamber long after the others had left, the echoes of their voices fading into silence. The flicker of firelight danced across the stone walls, but my mind wasn’t on the flames, it was on her. Raven. That woman had been a thorn under Kieran’s skin for weeks, and by extension, mine. He had spies everywhere, and so did I, and yet no matter how much either of us dug, she remained a puzzle. A dangerous one.But tonight, the reports that landed in my hands were different. Damning. Enough to silence even the most hardened wolf in this pack. I spread the papers across the table, each word like a blade to the chest.“She’s lived through hell,” I muttered, my own voice startling me in the empty chamber.The first account was from a village elder outside our borders. He remembered her as a child, small, frail, always hiding behind her mother. A mother who had been branded a traitor, accused of conspiring with rogues. And when the mother was executed, Raven had been f

RAVENI had just finished undoing the braids from my hair, letting the strands fall loose over my shoulders, when there was a knock on my door. For a moment, I thought maybe I was imagining it… it was late, and the pack house usually quieted down after dark. But then came another knock, firmer this time. I frowned, sliding to my feet and pulling the door open, only to find one of Alpha Kieran’s men standing there. His posture was stiff, his eyes darting to the side like he wasn’t entirely comfortable being here.“Raven,” he said, clearing his throat, “Alpha Kieran asked me to let you know… you’ll be joining him for dinner tomorrow evening.”I blinked at him, not sure if I’d heard correctly. “Dinner?” My voice rose a little sharper than I intended.“With him?”The man shifted uncomfortably, nodding once. “Yes. He asked me to tell you personally. Tomorrow evening. You’re expected.”I leaned against the doorframe, folding my arms. “And if I say I don’t feel like going?”He gave me a tigh

ROWENAI stood at the edge of the throne room, arms folded loosely, watching as Kieran ordered for Vee to be brought in. His face was carved out of stone, unreadable, but I could feel the storm in him. I’d seen that look before when his enemies thought themselves clever, when betrayal still lingered hot in the air.The doors creaked open, and Vee walked in with her soft steps, her hands clasped neatly in front of her. Her eyes darted once to me, then quickly to Kieran. She bowed low, her voice smooth as silk. “Alpha, you summoned me.”“Yes,” Kieran said, his tone clipped, cold enough to freeze the air between them. He didn’t rise from the throne; he leaned back, almost relaxed, though I knew it was deliberate. “I find myself… curious. Tell me, Vee, what is it that keeps you awake at night?”She blinked, clearly caught off guard, and her lips parted just a fraction before she forced a small smile. “My loyalty to you, Alpha. I worry whether I’ve done enough to prove it.”I almost laughe

LUCIANI was pacing in my chambers when one of my spies slipped in quietly, his cloak still carrying the scent of the forest.“My lord,” he said, bowing low, “there’s trouble brewing in Kieran’s pack. The whispers are getting loud enough to echo. Rowena and Raven, those two are no longer moving as one.” I froze, my eyes narrowing as I turned to him.“Say that again,” I demanded, and he repeated it with more detail, almost hesitant, like he knew the weight of the words. I muttered under my breath, “Damn it… this isn’t good,” then louder, I asked.“What exactly are they fighting about?” He shifted, eyes darting away. “It seems pride, jealousy, a clash of wills. They don’t hide it anymore. The others have noticed.”I dragged my hand through my hair and let out a frustrated sigh. “Do you realize what that means for me? For us?” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended. The spy flinched but kept his head bowed. “I only bring what I see, my lord. You always told me not to filter.” I nodd