บททั้งหมดของ HIS REJECTION, ANOTHER'S CLAIM,MY TWINS,MY POWER: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

The Luna’s CommandThe clearing still smelled of blood.Smoke curled upward from shattered wagons and torn tents, drifting lazily through the gray morning like ghosts reluctant to leave the battlefield. Bodies lay scattered across the trampled grass — warriors who had stood beside Elena only hours before, now still and silent.No one spoke.Even the wind had gone quiet.Elena stood in the center of it all, the twins pressed against her chest, their small bodies trembling with the aftershock of power. Her heart pounded heavily, but her face remained cold, carved from resolve.She had no time for grief.Not now.Not when the hunter could return at any moment.Damien approached slowly, his golden eyes dark with fury and something deeper — recognition. He saw it in her posture, the rigid strength settling into her bones.The moment had come.Elena was no longer simply the Moon-blessed woman caught between two alphas.She had become something else.Something greater.And everyone in the cl

The Moon’s Cruel GiftThe clearing exploded into chaos.Half the warriors behind Elena lunged forward at once, claws unsheathed, fangs bared, their eyes glowing with unnatural silver light. For a heartbeat, no one moved—shock freezing the loyal wolves in place.Then the betrayal struck.A blade slashed toward Elena’s throat.Damien moved first.His wolf erupted forward with a deafening roar, his massive body slamming into the attacker before the strike could land. Bones cracked beneath his weight as he sent the traitor crashing into the dirt.“Back!” Damien snarled, golden aura blazing around him.But more came.Three wolves leapt from the rear line, their movements sharp and precise—too coordinated to be panicked, too controlled to be fearful.Council control.Zephyr vanished into the shadows.One moment he stood beside Elena.The next, a traitor collapsed silently, a thin line of blood opening across his throat. Zephyr reappeared behind another attacker, twisting their arm until bon

The Kiss of GoodbyeThe battlefield did not breathe.It held itself in a fragile, trembling silence—like the world was waiting to see which life would be taken next.Damien was still on his knees.Blood soaked the ground beneath him, dark and spreading, his chest rising in uneven, shallow breaths. The hunter stood a few paces away, watching him now with patient, calculated hunger.Not rushing.Not wasting effort.It had already chosen how this would end.Elena felt the truth of it settle deep in her bones.The price had begun.Her fingers tightened around the twins as their cries softened into whimpers, their glowing marks flickering erratically, unstable under the weight of the power swirling through the clearing.“Stay behind me,” Zephyr said quietly.His voice was calm.Too calm.Elena turned her head slightly, studying him.There was blood on his shoulder.More along his side.A shallow cut across his jaw that hadn’t been there moments ago.He hadn’t said anything.Hadn’t complained.H

The Hunter’s TargetThe world did not explode.It narrowed.Every sound, every movement, every breath in the clearing drew inward until only one truth remained—sharp, undeniable, and terrifying.The hunter had chosen.It did not look at Damien.It did not look at Zephyr.It did not even look at the warriors still clashing at the edges of the battlefield.Its glowing eyes fixed on the twins.Elena felt the shift like a blade sliding beneath her ribs.“No…” The word slipped out before she could stop it, soft but breaking.The children stirred violently in her arms, their small bodies trembling against her chest. The golden mark flared brighter, radiating heat that pulsed toward Damien’s weakened form. The silver mark lashed outward in jagged bursts, unstable and defensive, as if trying to push something invisible away.They understood.Not with words.But with instinct.They were being hunted.The creature lowered itself slowly, its massive body coiling with predatory precision. There was no w

The Choice Elena stood frozen at the edge of the battlefield, her heart hammering against her ribs like a caged wolf. Damien’s form lay crumpled, blood soaking the earth beneath him, and every instinct screamed at her to run to him, to hold him, to protect him. But the hunter moved with a precision that chilled her blood, eyes locked on the twins, who were barely keeping themselves upright amidst the chaos. Fire and dust swirled around her, fragments of trees and rubble flying in the wind, and she realized the magnitude of the choice before her. Every second she delayed, someone would die, and she could not save them all.Her mind raced, calculating odds, weighing lives against her instincts, and the twins’ glowing marks burned brighter, sensing the threat she could not yet fully confront. She could feel Damien’s presence, faint yet tethering her to the possibility of failure, and it broke her resolve in ways words could never describe. But the hunter was relentless, its ancient