Semua Bab Reclaiming His Fated Luna: Bab 161 - Bab 170

RAVENI found a place in the shadowed alcove where the tree-root pillars carved the council chamber into ribs, and I folded myself small against the stone. From here I could see everything, Kieran’s jaw working as he spoke, the way Marcus’s knuckles whitened when he slammed his fist down, the twitch at the corner of Helena’s mouth when she smelled strategy she didn’t like. I wasn’t meant to be here.I knew that as plainly as I knew my own name. But when Kieran called the council, I followed, because whatever they decided in that room would shove the world I’m tangled in either closer to the edge or back from it. And maybe, if I were being honest with myself, it was because every time Kieran spoke I felt the old pull, the one that had never quite left me since those first reckless nights.“Kieran,” Marcus said, voice like gravel scraped over metal. “You shouldn’t have brought this before the council if you didn’t have blood to back it up. Talk doesn’t stop wolves from dying.”Kieran’s

ROWENAI remember the night like a cut that never closes. I pushed the door open and there she was — Raven, flame in her eyes, not the usual quiet smirk but something raw, hungry. I dropped my pack without thinking.“Rowena,” she said, voice low like a promise, “you have to listen. Now.”“I’m listening,” I lied, because by then I had been trained to listen only to what kept me alive.“What is it? What did you find?”Raven stepped closer, and for the first time I saw the shape of the thing she’d been chasing for months.“Kieran’s not what we thought. He…” she stopped, breath hot, “...he’s been taking our wounded, Rowena. Not to heal them.”My laugh came out too sharp. “Taking them where? You mean to the infirmary? He’s an Alpha, he cares for his own.”Raven’s hand found my wrist, squeezing until I felt the bones. “Do you want the truth or a lie that lets you sleep?”“Truth.” The word tasted like iron.“He sends them to the pit beyond the eastern ridge. Says it’s mercy. Says their injur

KIERANI stood in the shadows of the corridor, half-hidden, listening to their voices drift through the night air. Raven’s sharp tone cut like a blade, and Rowena’s softer replies trembled with that practiced edge of innocence. They thought they were alone. They thought I was too busy, too blind, too arrogant to notice. Fools. My wolves may bend to me, but I bend to no one, and I always know when betrayal is breeding under my roof.Raven’s words were venom, each syllable dripping with the hatred she had nursed against me for so long. She thought she was clever, tearing Rowena away from me with whispers of truth. And Rowena… oh, Rowena. She swore loyalty to her like a desperate woman, and Raven, in her arrogance, half-believed her. What neither of them knew was that Rowena’s loyalty had never left me. Not truly.I remembered the look in Rowena’s eyes when she came to me, trembling, days ago. “I’ll earn her trust, Alpha,” she had whispered, her lips brushing against my ear like a prayer

LUCIANThe waiting that followed felt more violent than any fight I’ve known. Every footstep outside, every clink of a cup, every cough in the alley felt like a bell that could announce my end. I took to sitting where the shadows pooled deepest and watching the light move across the tavern’s floorboards. At some point, Rook did come by, and he smiled like a man who has a secret too heavy to keep. He sat near me, close enough that I could smell the starch of his collar, and he said in that sing-song voice he reserves for strangers.“Evening, Lucian. You look like a man who’s made peace with a bad piece of news.”“You think peace helps?” I asked, keeping my tone light.He shrugged, tilting his head like a dog offering a bone. “Sometimes. Mostly it means you’ve stopped trying.”The way he said it made the hairs on my arm bristle. “You talk oddly, Rook.”“It’s a talent.” He laughed and reached for his drink, fingers brushing mine deliberately. “Tell me, what would you do if you found your

RAVENFrom the shadows of the corridor, I watched it all unravel. Selene, with her nose high in the air, storming out of the kitchen with her little entourage trailing like dogs at her heels, while Rowena stood frozen by the stew pot, her face pale but her spine stiff. I couldn’t help the smirk tugging at my lips, Selene had no idea how much of her venom I had already tasted. She thought she was untouchable, thought her brother’s favor would shield her forever. But the truth? I had seen the cracks in her armor long ago.“She’ll run to him,” I murmured under my breath, pressing my back against the stone wall. “She always does. A little snake slithering back to her master.”One of my spies, a young servant girl with nervous eyes, slipped up beside me, her voice a frantic whisper. “Raven… Selene is going to Kieran now. She said she will tell him that Rowena threatened her… that you poisoned her…”I laughed softly, though there was no humor in it. “Let her. If she wants to spit fire, then