Semua Bab Alpha’s Regret: The Return Of The Betrayed Luna : Bab 171 - Bab 180

Lexi’s POV“Come here….”I ushered Wayne, Dexter and Nia quickly down the narrow stone steps, the shadows of the packhouse wrapping around us like a protective cocoon. A few female elders were waiting, tense but steady, ready to watch over them. “Stay here,” I said, voice firm but gentle, trying to mask the fear clawing at my insides. “Do exactly what I told you. No one comes up here until I return.” The kids nodded, their eyes wide, Nia was trembling, the others stiff with determination. I swallowed, forcing the tremor from my voice, and handed them over to the eldest elder. Once they were safely hidden, I turned to the passageway, dark and winding, leading deeper into the underground halls of the packhouse. Jax was already there, leaning against the wall, silent but alert. His eyes met mine, a flicker of worry there I could not ignore.“We don’t have much time,” I said, moving closer. “Jean or Clara… she’s stronger than we thought. We need to be precise.”Jax nodded, his jaw tig

Serena’s POVThe circle beneath me glowed brighter, pulsing with energy that hummed against my bones. I could feel the vibrations of the packhouse, the shouts, the struggle, the power clashing around me, but I forced myself to focus, to block out everything else. My hands moved in precise arcs, tracing symbols of protection, binding, and expulsion, the air thick with the scent of herbs and moonlit water.“Stay with me,” I muttered under my breath, eyes locked on Clara, who was now thrashing and snarling at the edges of the circle. Her shadow stretched and twisted, dark tendrils lashing out like serpents seeking prey. Every time she moved, the energy from her struck against the circle like a hammer against iron.Lexi shouted from the side, “Serena, be careful! She is stronger than we thought!”I did not look at her, did not let my attention waver. “I know,” I said, voice steady, though a tension coiled in my chest that I refused to acknowledge. “This is why we do it together.”Manny

Lexi’s POVThe silence that followed that storm was suffocating, heavy, pressing against my ears as if the world were holding its breath.The packhouse smelled of burnt herbs and a bit of burnt flesh too, remnants of the battle Serena had waged against Clara’s dark hold.Everything felt unreal. Jean’s lifeless body lay sprawled on the floor, yet there was a strange serenity etched across her face.For a moment, I couldn’t reconcile the horror of the night with the peace she now bore. Her lips curved into a faint, peaceful smile, and it struck me how small, how fragile life could seem in the shadow of such power.Manny collapsed beside Danny. He was trembling, weak, the exorcism having drained every ounce of energy from him, she had her stronghold on him and that was the reason.His blackened veins had finally receded, the curse lifting like smoke disappearing into the morning air.I crouched beside him, pressing his hand into mine, whispering, “It’s over. It’s finally over, Manny. You

Lexi’s POVMorning rose over the packhouse slowly, pale and quiet, the kind of morning that felt like the world itself was catching its breath after a long, unbearable nightmare.The last two nights have been crazy, but I believed we were all past that now.The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of wet leaves and the electric tang of ozone, remnants of the chaos that had raged through the night.Everything looked cleansed, though nothing could ever truly erase the scars left behind. I stood at the window, watching the first rays of sunlight slip through the trees, touching the remnants of our field with a delicate, almost mocking softness.Danny moved through the garden below, carrying the ashes in his hands. I couldn’t see his face clearly, but the way he carried them, with a careful reverence, told me everything.Jax was beside him, silent, a steadfast shadow. I could sense the tension coiled in his posture, the same tension that always lingered after we had faced the worst the

Lexi’s POVThe drive back was quiet, yet the silence didn’t sit between us like it used to. It wasn’t heavy or awkward, just... peaceful. He requested to drive and though I was concerned I let him do it. Manny’s hand rested loosely on the steering wheel, his gaze focused ahead, his expression soft. There was something different about him now, something steady, like the storm inside him had finally begun to calm.But even in that peace, my chest felt unsettled. My thoughts kept drifting, tugging at something I couldn’t quite name.Maybe it was the memory of Serena. Maybe it was guilt that she sacrificed herself for us and never got to see what we’d become. Or maybe it was something far more complicated, the feeling that everything was about to change again.“Manny,” I said finally, my voice low but firm.He glanced at me briefly. “Hmm?”“Can we stop by Serena’s grave before heading home?”He didn’t hesitate. “Of course.”I gave a small nod. I hadn’t visited it since. I’d been so cau