Semua Bab THE LUNA OF PROPHECY : Bab 111 - Bab 120

In an instant, every Alpha, every warrior, every council member dropped to their knees. Even Elliot bowed without hesitation. Only Xavier and I remained standing, shocked, tense, speechless. Xavier reached for my hand, his grip steady but tight. I felt him inhale. Then he stepped forward.“Father. Mother.” His tone wavered only slightly. “I have chosen her. Please… give your blessing. Because there is no going back for me... I will choose her a thousand times over the throne.”The words hit the hall like thunder.My breath caught and my knees almost buckled.For a moment, I couldn’t feel my hands, my legs, my heartbeat.Xavier… choosing me over the throne?This man was royalty.The future ruler of Aetheris.A man born for power, raised for command.And he was telling the world that I mattered more.A low gasp rippled through the room.Some Alphas glanced at each other, stunned.Even the King’s eyes widened for a heartbeat.My father stared at Xavier like he’d never seen him before

The celebration was everything the packs had dreamed of, joyful, wild, overflowing with hope.Wolves ran beneath the moon, testing their new gifts with childlike wonder. Some leapt higher than rooftops. Some healed cuts in seconds. Some moved so fast they blurred at the edges.For the first time in centuries, the packs felt blessed… unstoppable.Music thundered through the grand courtyard, laughter rising like sparks into the night sky. Lanterns floated above us, glowing silver in honor of the Moon Goddess.I was still trying to take it all in when Sienna grabbed my hands and spun me into a dance.“Look at you!” she squealed, tears streaming. “Liora… my Liora… you’re so beautiful I could cry... actually I am crying!”I laughed through my own tears. “Sienna, stop... your makeup...”“I don’t care!” she sobbed dramatically, pulling me into a tight hug. “You came from being the omega girl everyone ignored… and now you’re the queen of every supernatural being in the realm. I’m so proud of

The room was heavy with fear when I stood up. Every Alpha stared at me as if I held the only light left in a collapsing world. I forced myself to breathe. If I broke, they would break. “My people,” I began, my voice calm but firm, “I know the losses tonight have shaken our hearts. I know fear is whispering that the rogues are stronger. I know we have buried sons and brothers, warriors we love.” Silence fell like a weight. “But hear me, we are not defeated.” Several heads lifted. “We have the blessing of the Moon Goddess. We have the strength of every pack united. We have the Lycans at our side. And most importantly… we have each other.” A faint murmur rippled through the hall. “The rogues want us divided, hopeless, broken. They want us to surrender our thrones, our homes, our children’s future. But we will not bend. Not now. Not ever.” My father watched me with an expression I had rarely seen on him, awe. And my in-laws, the famed Aetheris royals, nodded slowly, pride softe

The days after the war felt almost unreal. Packs that had once fought tooth and claw now worked side by side, Shadowfang aiding Moonspire, Ironclaw rebuilding Bloodmoon’s outskirts. Warriors lifted timber, mothers cooked for neighboring families, and healers tended to wounds that had once been inflicted by rivals. Even the Lycan King himself oversaw supplies, ensuring no pack went without. The air was thick with smoke from cooking fires and the scent of fresh timber, but also with a sense of something the realm hadn’t felt in centuries: peace.Silvermoon, now without a leader, held a quiet council and chose Trevor,.Elliot’s cousin, as their new Alpha. His mate, Samantha, became their Luna. Both were steady and compassionate, and the pack welcomed them wholeheartedly. For the first time in years, Silvermoon felt safe. I was glad for them, especially because they were kind to me when I worked at the palace and how bravely they had fought beside us, even in the wake of Elliot’s betrayal.

The next day, the kingdom was peaceful, truly peaceful, for the first time in years. The war scars were still visible, the rebuilding far from complete, but the threat of rogue attacks had passed, at least for now. Children played in the streets, packs trained without fear, and families worked side by side to restore what had been lost. It was a peace we hadn’t known in a long, long time. But there was still one more task, the Triad Sisters. They had recuperated fully under the healers’ care, their strength returning, their magic flickering brighter with every passing hour. They were ready to leave, to reclaim a life that had been stolen from them for far too long. My heart twisted at the thought of saying goodbye, but I knew this moment had to come. I met them at the edge of the forest where Xavier had arranged transport. The sisters stood together, frail but dignified, their eyes carrying the weight of centuries of imprisonment, yet now shining with quiet power. Even in their weak