Alpha’s Regret: The Return Of The Betrayed Luna 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 161 - 챕터 170

Sophia’s POV“Danny?”I spoke his name into the threshold of his room before I even stepped inside. His door was cracked open, barely, and that alone set unease ticking beneath my ribs.Danny rarely left his door open. Especially not since he started avoiding me. I had no idea if I had annoyed him, if I did, I would apologize, I could not lose my baby boy.I pushed it wider with only my fingertips. “Danny?”There was nothing from it. The air was stale. No fresh scent, no presence. The bedsheets were cold, stretched smooth like he had never even slept in them. The desk was untouched. He was gone.Not just gone. Gone long enough for the room to settle into absence.My breath was not ragged, but my thoughts sharpened like drawn blades. I stepped fully inside, assessed every corner, even checked the bathroom.Nothing was missing. Though the clothes looked a bit messy, but that was how it always had been. He had walked out willingly.And nobody had noticed.A hot, clean anger sliced thro

Danny’s POVI followed Kiran through the dense forest, the canopy above filtering strands of sunlight that danced across the ground in uneven patterns. Each step I took felt heavier than the last, not because of the weight of the pack beneath my boots, but because of the weight of the choices ahead of me.I wanted to turn back and walk away from all of this, but there was something magnetic in Kiran’s presence, a gravity that made it impossible to pull free. He moved with a fluid confidence, his scarred hands brushing past branches, eyes alight with a fire I both feared and envied.“You know why you are here, don’t you?” he asked, his voice low but certain, threading through the forest like smoke curling toward the sky. I stopped mid-step, hesitant, uncertain if I even wanted to answer. “I… I don’t know if I should be here,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper, though the air seemed to carry it effortlessly.Kiran’s gaze locked onto mine, unflinching, and he tilted his head

Lexi’s POVThe sound of Manny’s cough cut through the quiet of the room like a blade. Each time he coughed, thick, black flecks filled the air, coating his lips and chin. And it only got worse and louder. I froze, staring at him, dread gnawing at the edges of my mind. What was happening to him? My hands trembled slightly as I helped him sit upright, pressing a damp cloth to his lips.I wanted to scream and to call someone, but fear held me still. “Lexi…” Manny croaked, voice strained, eyes barely meeting mine. “I… I feel…” His words choked off with another violent cough, and I watched in horror as more of that dark substance rolled from his throat. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew it wasn’t natural. My stomach twisted, panic threatening to consume me, and I felt utterly helpless.I sank into a chair beside him, gripping the handle tightly. “No. I… I can’t wait any longer,” I whispered to myself. I had to do something. I couldn’t just sit here and watch him waste away. He was

Danny’s POVIt had been days since I made the choice to return to the pack, days filled with quiet dread and the weight of Kiran’s shadow lingering in my veins. The first morning back, the sun barely rising, a pair of guards blocked my way as I stepped onto the porch of the packhouse. They eyed me carefully, concern evident in the way their brows furrowed.“Where have you been, Danny?” one asked, his voice low but edged with worry. I could feel the undercurrent of suspicion, the tension in their posture.I forced a weary smile, hiding the turmoil in my chest. “I went to see someone,” I said casually, shrugging as if it were nothing, though every word felt heavy on my tongue. “Nothing to worry about.”Their eyes searched mine, uncertain, and for a moment I could almost see them picking at the truth, sensing the lie. I let them linger in that confusion for a heartbeat too long before moving past them, pretending ignorance, walking into the house as though nothing had changed.Inside,

Jean’s POV (Clara inside)The classroom was unusually still that morning, the usual hum of chatter and shuffling feet replaced by a tense quiet. I walked among the children, Jean’s body moving as I commanded, a calm, unshakable smile painted across my face. Beneath it, Jean’s true self shivered in a corner of my mind, a faint spark trying to push back against the overwhelming darkness that now claimed the rest of me.“Class, today we will explore the connection between energy and willpower,” I said, voice serene, even melodic, concealing the storm within. The children looked up, attentive, but Nia’s eyes drew my focus immediately. Her pupils shimmered with that same golden hue I had taught her to recognize, energy coiling around them like living strands. She was unaware of just how much power she was channeling, how much of it was feeding me, but I reveled in it. Every flicker of golden light bolstered me, reminded me that I controlled not just my host but the very essence of thi