Semua Bab The Spy and the Alpha: Bab 21 - Bab 29

Silas’s POV – Crescent Ruins, Underground PassageTheir blades were already bloodied.Two guards fell before Silas could even register their faces.He moved like instinct, like memory.This wasn’t about betrayal anymore.This was about survival.About truth.About reclaiming a name they tried to erase.Beside him, Ethan fought like a storm.Each strike was sharp, merciless.But even with their bond humming, they were outnumbered.Silas’s breath came hard. “There’s too many.”“We don’t need to win,” Ethan muttered, dragging him back. “We just need to escape.”He found the old gate at the far wall barred shut but rusted through.Silas slammed his shoulder into it once.Twice.The wall gave way .Marcus’s POV – Crescent Council ChambersThe room erupted as Elder Myra was dragged in, wrists bound in moonstone.“She forged the execution scroll,” Marcus said coldly. “She planted the poison ink. And she tried to frame my brother for war.”The Elders murmured, stunned.Myra didn’t flinch.“Yo

Silas’s POV – Hollow Spine ChamberHe couldn’t breathe.The pendant burned in his palm, the words etched on it searing deeper than flesh“He who bears the mark must choose which pack to save.”Lucien’s voice echoed in the background.“One bond forged through fire… one pack left in ruin.”Silas dropped the pendant.“No.”Lucien tilted his head. “You thought the Moon would grant you unity? No, boy. It grants balance. And balance always demands loss.”Silas stepped back. “You’re wrong.”But he wasn’t.The bond mark on his chest pulsed againbrighter. Hotter.Reacting. Agreeing.Ethan stood in the doorway, silent.And Silas knew he’d heard everything.Ethan’s POVHe didn’t speak.He couldn’t.Silas stood between two flames. Ethan saw in his eyes a war not just between packs…But inside him.He wanted to reach for him.But didn't.Because if the prophecy demanded a choice…He might be the one left behind.Arden’s POV – Shadow PortThe blade missed his heart.Barely.Blood slicked his side

Silas POV – Hollow Spine AltarThe blade felt heavier now. He hadn’t noticed the weight until now.Lucien pressed it into his palm, his gaze colder than stone.“The Moon asked for blood,” he said. “Yours, mine or his.”Behind Lucien, a second figure stepped from the shadows.Ethan.Bound. Bleeding. Breathing… Barely. But he looked like he’d survived regardless.Silas staggered forward. “What did you do?”Lucien’s voice was even. “ yet. That’s the point.”He turned the blade flat. “You can end the prophecy here.All it needs is one marked soul.”Silas’s fingers trembled at the hilt.“You said I was the Moon’s choice.”Lucien smiled. “That’s what I wanted you to believe.”He turned to the altar and placed a second pendant beside Silas’s.Silver.Delicate.Feminine.“Selene Hati,” Lucien said softly. “Your sister. Hidden. Raised in exile after your mother’s death.”Silas couldn’t breathe. He felt his throat choked.“No. That’s not possible.”Lucien’s tone hardened.“She was the Moonborn.

One Year LaterLocation The Borderlands SanctuaryThe world didn’t end.It just… softened.They built it slowly stone by stone, vow by vow.Not a kingdom. Not a throne.A home.Far from Crescent’s rigid towers.Far from Red Moon’s bloodstained soil.A sanctuary carved from peace.Silas knelt by the garden bed, fingers sunk in the warm earth. His bond mark was still there but it didn’t burn anymore.It pulsed like a heartbeat.Like a reminder.Ethan emerged from the cabin, shirt loose, hair wet from the spring, holding two mugs of wild mint tea.“You’re still planting lavender?” Ethan asked with a grin.Silas smirked. “She said it’s good for wounds.”“She also said I’d lose my left arm. And yet…” Ethan raised his arm, flexing playfully.Silas rolled his eyes and took the tea. “Miracles happen.”They sat on the porch together shoulder to shoulder, knee to knee. The forest beyond their land whispered with life.No guards.No politics.No fear.Just the wind.And them.Letter Fragment – S

Bonus Arc The Rebuilding Era – 3 Ethan’s POV – Moonstone Clearing The sky was open. No clouds. No omen. Just stars. The forest had gone quiet in reverence. He stood in the center of the moonstone circle barefoot, heart pounding, the silk of his ceremonial robes clinging to skin still marked by battles. He wasn't Alpha tonight. Just a man. In love. Silas stepped into the circle barefoot too. No armor. No mask. Just him beautiful in soft gray, a sash wrapped around his chest like an offering. Their eyes met. And nothing else mattered. Silas’s POV – Under the Moon He’d dreamed of this once. When he still believed in fated mates. Before prophecies. Before knives and chains. Now, standing here, looking at Ethan He didn’t need a myth to tell him what this was. He knew. Ethan held out a single black thread. Silas held a white one. They tied it around each other’s left wrists, binding bone to pulse. It wasn’t magic. It was a choice. Ritual Vow (spoken in mangy languag