Semua Bab Luna by Contract, Mother in Secret : Bab 11 - Bab 15

Fractured TrustThe rain had slowed to a drizzle as Aria followed Caden through the dense woods, Rollan cradled tightly against her chest. His small, steady breaths were a fragile comfort against the storm of uncertainty raging within her. Caden led the way, his broad frame cutting through the undergrowth with purpose, his blade still drawn and glistening with rogue blood. Kael trailed behind, supporting a groggy Rosalie, who leaned heavily on his uninjured arm. The group moved in tense silence, the weight of Aria’s revelations hanging like a shroud.The keep loomed in the distance, its black stone walls a stark silhouette against the storm clouds. Aria’s heart pounded as they approached, her mind racing with questions. Would Caden truly protect Rollan, or was his promise driven by duty rather than love? Could she trust him with the full truth about the prophecy, about the mark that made her son a target? And what of Kael, whose loyalty seemed torn between his Alpha and the secrets he

The Breaking PointThe trek back to Darkfang Keep was a tense, silent march through the mist-shrouded woods. Aria held Rollan close, his small body a fragile shield against the fear gnawing at her heart. Caden led the way, his broad shoulders rigid, his blade still drawn, its edge stained with the blood of Victor’s rogues. Kael limped behind, his chest wound seeping through his torn shirt, his face pale but resolute. The air was heavy with unspoken accusations, the traitor’s shadow looming over every step.Aria’s mind churned. Victor’s attack on the safehouse meant he was closer than she’d feared, his knowledge of Rollan’s mark a ticking bomb. The prophecy Rosalie had revealed—Rollan as either a savior or a destroyer—hung over her like a storm cloud. And Caden’s fragile trust, strained by her secrets, felt like it could snap at any moment. She glanced at Kael, his loyalty a question mark she couldn’t resolve. Was he truly her ally, or was his devotion to Caden a mask for betrayal?The

The Old Oak’s ShadowThe mist clung to the ground as Aria, Caden, and a small contingent of Darkfang warriors moved toward the old oak, a gnarled sentinel standing alone in a clearing sacred to the packs. Rollan was nestled in a sling against Aria’s chest, his tiny body warm but quiet, as if sensing the danger. The mark on his arm pulsed faintly, a beacon in the pre-dawn gloom. Caden walked ahead, his blade drawn, his broad frame a shield against the unseen threats lurking in the fog. Kael flanked them, his wounds slowing his steps but not his resolve, his eyes scanning the trees for any sign of Victor’s rogues.The old oak loomed closer, its twisted branches clawing at the sky like a warning. Aria’s heart pounded, Victor’s note burning in her memory: "Bring him to me at the old oak by dawn, or I’ll burn the keep." The deadline was here, and the air crackled with the promise of violence. She glanced at Caden, his face a mask of determination, but the sting of his earlier words— I’ll n