Semua Bab Scarred By The Moon: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Alaina – POV"Alaina?" Adrian’s voice carried a fragile yearning that hit me like a wave. His eyes met mine, searching and pleading, asking the question his lips couldn’t frame. Though the scandalous lies in the newspaper sat between us like a chasm, he looked at me as if needing to believe anything but what was printed.My lips parted, but no words came. My thoughts were tangled, my chest tight. I swallowed hard, forcing air into my lungs. What could I even say?But before I could gather myself, Issac broke the silence. “Alpha, why are you ignoring this?” His tone was sharper now, laced with concern as he stepped forward. “That newspaper… it’s not just gossip. There’s real footage, real clips from that banquet. People are outside. Furious. Demanding answers. You were there.”My body flinched at his words. The pressure in the room mounted like a storm brewing. My stomach turned, and my heart thudded against my ribs. I stood abruptly, emotions boil

Alaina’s POVI never expected Adrian to step in, let alone stand at my side with his gaze locked on Freya, shielding me from the whispers and curious eyes surrounding us.“You don’t understand!” Freya shouted, her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white. “I put it in the newspaper that she cursed everything around her. You could be cursed too, Alpha! Let me help you before it is too late.”Adrian’s eyes narrowed, his expression tightening with disbelief. “Have you lost your mind?” he asked, each word carrying the weight of a slap. He looked at her like she was something he could not comprehend, a puzzle that made no sense.I drew in a shaky breath, trying to keep my voice steady even though my heart thundered in my chest. “Freya, enough of this nonsense. You can still stop before you cross a line you can’t come back from.”Adrian turned to me, his jaw tightening as disappointment flickered across his features. “So you sti

Alaina’s POVIssac and Lucious moved with quiet urgency, lowering Adrian carefully onto the bed. His breathing was ragged, every exhale a reminder of the blood staining his shirt. His eyes squeezed shut, caught between pain and the exhaustion pulling him toward darkness.I could not stop the tears from falling as I held onto his hand, pressing it firmly against my cheek, willing my warmth to seep into him. Relief that he was alive clashed violently with the fear that he might not wake up again.“This is all my fault.” My whisper broke under the weight of guilt, and my tears fell faster, tracing hot lines down my face as they dripped onto our joined hands.“Alaina.” Issac’s voice was softer now, careful, as though he was trying to coax me away from the cliff I was standing on. “You need to take a breath, okay? He needs you to be calm.”I shook my head, refusing to look away from Adrian’s face. “I can’t calm down, not until I know he’s goin

Adrian's POVMy chest tightens every time Alaina walks away from me, as if each step she takes rips something vital from within. The ache is relentless. I never wanted this—I never wanted to fall for anyone, let alone fall this hard. I'd sworn never to love, convinced that opening my heart would destroy everything I had built.But here I am, ready to fall to my knees just to have her look at me the way she once did.Growing up, I learned to bury my feelings. No one cared for them. No one made space for them. I taught myself to stay cold, detached, safe. But Alaina… she melted that armor without even trying. And now, without her, it’s like I’m crumbling.I keep telling myself to focus—on myself, on my pack, on protecting what matters. But my wolf, Blaze, is restless. He’s hurting, howling at the distance between us. And every time I try to silence that pain, it only grows louder.Alaina acts like none of it happened. Like she never confess

Alaina's POVThe alliance between the Crescent Pack and the Blackwood Pack was finally official.For the first time in a long while, the atmosphere around the territory felt… hopeful. There was no more talk of rivalry, no lingering tension or suspicion between the two groups. The people had welcomed Gareth’s leadership without resistance. Whatever doubts they once held had dissolved, replaced by unity and a shared purpose.I should’ve felt at peace—but deep inside, something kept clawing at me. A quiet voice that wouldn’t let me relax.With Gareth stepping into a leadership role, the pack had grown more secure, and for a while, safety had returned. But what most didn’t know—what none of them could guess—was that a grand ball was being planned behind the scenes. A lavish celebration meant to commemorate this historic alliance. It was to be held within our territory, under our roof. A statement of strength and elegance, resurrecting an old Blackwood