Todos los capítulos de His Historical Luna: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Thelma's POV"She should be scared," Xavier said grimly. "She's caught between loyalty to her parents and whatever conscience she might have left. But Thelma, you need to understand, if it comes down to choosing between you and them, she'll choose them. She always has."The words hurt, but I knew they were true. In my previous life, Yvonne had stood by and let me die. Whatever complicated feelings she might have, they hadn't been enough to save me then, and they wouldn't be enough now."So what's our next move?" I asked.Xavier released my hand and returned to the table, pulling out a map of the pack territories. "First, we need to find proof of what Marcus has done. Not just suspicions and circumstantial evidence, but hard proof that will stand up before the Council of Alphas. That means we need to find the missing pack members, uncover the financial trails, and most importantly…""Find out who else is involved," I finished. "Marcus couldn't have done this alone. He would have needed

Thelma's POV"Promise me, Thelma."I wanted to argue, but I could see the determination in his eyes. He was going to reveal himself whether I agreed or not. At least if I promised, he wouldn't be worrying about me."I promise," I whispered.He kissed my forehead quickly, then stepped out from behind the curtain and onto the balcony where everyone could see him."I'm no coward, Marcus," he called down, his voice strong and clear. "I'm here, just as you knew I would be. Just as you planned."The entire hall erupted in gasps and shouts. Guards rushed toward the balcony, but Xavier held up a hand."Before your men do something foolish, perhaps everyone here should know the truth about their Alpha." Xavier's voice carried a power that made even the guards hesitate. "The truth about what he did to the Silvermoon Pack twenty years ago. The truth about the murders, the thefts, the systematic destruction of innocent wolves.""Lies!" Marcus roared. "Nothing but lies from a man desperate to dest

Thelma's POV"Mom, don't talk," Yvonne sobbed. "Save your strength. We can get healers…""No, sweetheart," Elena said gently, touching Yvonne's face. "It's too late for me. But not for you. You can still make better choices than I did. You can still be the woman I should have been."She looked back at me. "The Silvermoon Pack's territory, it's yours by right. Marcus hid the documents, but they're in a safe behind the painting in his office. Take them. Reclaim what was stolen from you." Her breathing became more labored. "And Thelma... forgive me. Not now, maybe not ever. But someday, I hope you can…"Her words cut off as her breathing stopped. Elena Silvermoon, the woman who'd raised me, lied to me, and tried to kill me, was dead.Yvonne let out a wail of grief, clutching her mother's body. I wanted to feel something, anger, satisfaction, grief, but I was just numb. Too much had happened, too many revelations and betrayals in too short a time.Xavier was at my side then, his wounds al

Xavier's POVThe morning started like any other. I woke with Thelma wrapped in my arms, her dark hair spilled across my chest, her breathing soft and even. Six months of being formally mated, and I still couldn't believe my luck. After everything she'd been through, all the betrayal and pain, she'd chosen to trust me. To love me.I brushed a strand of hair from her face, careful not to wake her. She'd been up late last night, going over territory expansion plans with her beta. The Silvermoon Pack was growing faster than anyone had anticipated. Wolves from displaced packs, those who'd lost their homes to Marcus's schemes, were flocking to join her. They saw in Thelma what I'd seen from the beginning: a leader worth following.My wolf stirred contentedly inside me. Our mate, it rumbled with satisfaction. Strong. Perfect.I couldn't agree more.Thelma's eyes fluttered open, those stunning amber eyes that had captivated me from our first real meeting. "Morning," she murmured, stretching l

Xavier's POV"That's not true. Thelma's not the jealous type. She'll understand when I explain about your mother, about the promise I made."Something flickered across Elizabeth's face, too quick for me to read. "You haven't told her about me yet?""I haven't had the chance. But I will tonight, at dinner. In fact, why don't you join us? That way you can meet her properly.""Oh, I wouldn't want to intrude on your time together.""You wouldn't be intruding. Thelma's going to be curious about you anyway. Might as well get the introductions out of the way."Elizabeth bit her lip, seeming to consider. "If you're sure...""I'm sure. It'll be good. Thelma's amazing, you'll love her.""I'm sure I will." But something in her smile didn't quite reach her eyes.That evening, I spent an hour in the kitchen preparing Thelma's favorite meal: herb-crusted salmon with roasted vegetables and wild rice. Cooking wasn't something alphas typically did, but I'd learned early on that Thelma appreciated the