Semua Bab The Alpha's reborn Luna: His Surrogate mate : Bab 21 - Bab 30

CHARLOTTE We hid where the stone jutted out, pressed tight against it so our shoulders nearly touched. The cave air was cold and smelled like old iron and wet fur. Matilda was down in the center, kneeling like some servant of the dark, her silk ruined by mud. She looked nothing like the woman who sat primly at the palace table. Every time she spoke, the sigils carved into the wall flared and a weak, cold light crawled along the stone.Around her, wolves were chained in a ring. Young ones, old ones, big warriors, none of them were moving like living creatures. Their chests rose and fell like they were breathing through cotton; their eyes were dull and vacant. Their fur had lost its shine. Their muzzles twitched like puppets. Seeing that, something inside me snapped. Seeing my pack reduced to that… I could feel my wolf rising with a raw, animal rage.Jeffrey’s jaw was tight. He kept his hand on my wrist like a lifeline, the pressure saying run. He mouthed it without sound. Run. But I c

CHARLOTTE The sound of the gunshot ripped through the air like thunder, and I screamed before I could stop myself.“No!”It echoed off the stone walls, my voice breaking apart as the world seemed to collapse around me. My knees hit the cold ground, my heart slamming in my chest. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even look at my mother.I didn’t want to see her like that.But Matilda’s laughter cut through the silence—dark, mocking, cruel.When I finally forced myself to look, my vision blurred with tears. My mother was still alive. The bullet had missed, grazing the wall beside her head. She was shaking, her lips trembling, but she was alive.Matilda had missed on purpose.“You didn’t think I’d end it that quickly, did you?” Matilda purred, lowering the gun. Her voice was soft, almost playful, but her eyes… they were pure venom. “No, no, dear. That would be too easy. I want you to watch. I want you to suffer.”I rose slowly, fury burning through me, my wolf clawing at the edges of my skin

CHARLOTTE The moment Jeffrey left the pack house, a heavy silence settled over everything.News spread fast. The Blood Well was poisoned. More wolves were dying. The air reeked of fear and decay.I barely had time to breathe before I was out of my room, sleeves rolled up, boots sinking into the dirt as I joined the others outside. Wolves were sprawled across the field — trembling, coughing black blood, their veins dark as ink beneath their fur.“Healers, over here!” I yelled, motioning to two young medics. “Get water, blankets anything that can slow the spread!”My hands shook as I pressed down on the chest of a young omega, trying to steady his breathing. He couldn’t have been older than eighteen. His eyes were glazed with pain, his skin cold.“Hold on,” I whispered, though I didn’t know if he could even hear me. “You’ll be fine, just—just hold on, please.”The healer beside me sobbed quietly as she worked, her hands covered in the same blackened blood. I could feel the fear radiati

CHARLOTTE By the time I reached Jeffrey’s chamber, I could barely breathe. My lungs burned, my legs trembled, and my heart pounded so loud it drowned every sound in the corridor.“Jeffrey!” I shouted, slamming the heavy door open without knocking.He spun toward me, startled, his expression hard and exhausted. A pile of documents sat on his desk, but the second he saw my face, his brows knit.“What now, Charlotte?” he demanded, rising slowly.“She’s gone,” I gasped. “Emmalaine escaped!”For a second, he just stared at me, as if the words hadn’t registered. Then, his entire body went rigid.“What did you say?”“Emmalaine’s cell was open. The guard at the dungeon gate is also dead, Jeffrey. His throat was slit.” My voice cracked on the last word. “She’s gone. I don’t know how she..”He was already moving before I finished. “Guards!” he bellowed, his voice echoing through the corridor like thunder. “Sound the alarms! Seal every exit! Find her!”Wolves erupted into motion almost instantl

EMMALAINE The scream died in my throat the moment my eyes adjusted to the dim light.For a heartbeat, my mind refused to understand what I was seeing. I blinked once, twice, as if that could change the image before me but it didn’t. The figure chained to the floor wasn’t some stranger, or a random prisoner. It was a face I’d memorized too many times to ever forget.“Dad?”The word slipped out of me in a whisper, cracked and fragile.He lifted his head weakly, his face barely visible beneath the bruises and dried blood. The man looked nothing like the father I once knew, yet the slope of his nose, the gray in his hair, it was him. My father. The man who’d vanished years ago, leaving behind nothing but my mother’s lies and my own bitterness.“Em… Emmalaine?” he croaked, his voice broken and hoarse. His body trembled, chains rattling as he tried to move closer. “Is that you?”My knees almost gave out. “Oh my goodness, what did they do to you?” I stepped forward, but the smell hit me bef