Semua Bab I Became Alpha's Nemesis' Beloved Luna via Proxy Marriage: Bab 1 - Bab 8

The carriage jolted to a halt, and the curtain was yanked aside. "Inspection for Sterling Territory! Out!" a cold voice barked.I was hauled down, staring up at the imposing Sterling Keep. A guard announced, "Single young individual found! Suspicious identity!"The captain leading the patrol scanned me. "Take her. Fits the conscription profile. Send her to the Pack Healer’s lodge."Two Warrior Attendants seized me, ignoring my struggles, and dragged me toward the stone cottage flanking the keep.Pack Healer Lyra rushed to meet us, speaking rapidly. "Hurry! Wash her up and change her clothes! The ceremony must start!" She smelled of herbs and antiseptic.I was forced into a chair by Omega Caretakers. They scrubbed me down and stuffed me into an oversized white dress emblazoned with the Sterling wolf crest. Finally, a rough, heavy dark wooden mask lined with wolf fangs and bone shards was clamped over my face, blocking my vision."Escort the Luna to the ceremony hall!" Lyra sighed in rel

Elara’s POVMy first summons to meet Lady Isolde Argent came as a formal "request" from Omega Brigid. Lady Isolde seldom left her sunlit tower at the highest point of Sterling Keep. As the oldest pack member in the territory and a former Luna who had outlived two Alphas, she now reigned above the Argent family, her power second only to the current Alpha. In her eyes, the duties and position of Luna were both sacred and unforgiving. Escorted by Brigid through the keep, I heard the corridors alive with whispered speculations about me—so pale, so quiet, clearly not of Sterling Pack. Silver-haired Brigid, ever loyal, accompanied me, but Lady Isolde’s gaze dismissed her at the threshold. "Leave us." It was not a request. Lady Isolde’s chamber was a repository of antiquity: antique chests, drying herbs, wolf pelts, and shards of moonstone. She sat rigid in her chair, silver hair like frost, her shawl and fingers arranged with military precision, even her breath seeming to enforce propr

Elara’s POVLeaning against the windowsill of the castle's infirmary, the sunlight filtered through the stained glass, casting a pale gold and moon-white glow on my hand. The air was warm and still, mingled with the scent of herbs and crushed moonstones, giving me the illusion of floating in water, silent and soundless. Beneath my toes was a thick carpet adorned with Sterling patterns, quite different from the always chilly stone slabs of Blackwood. Sterling's Pack Doctor was an elderly man with white hair, moving slowly but with extremely sharp eyes. He probed my wrist bones and carotid artery with silver needles and inspected the deep cracks in the wolf spirit with his gentle spiritual power. The wrinkles on his face deepened even more. "Lord Argent!" He suddenly looked up, his voice carrying no concealed reproach. "These wounds...they are not just recent. Her soul is already riddled with holes. Where was her Alpha when she needed him? " My fingers clenched the cloth on my lap, kn

Another season has passed, and the woods of Sterling are brimming with the signs of renewal. As the first snow melts, the cold, clear lake water laps against the stone shore. I carry my medicine basket and follow the secluded path to gather the tender new shoots of mint. Not far away, the young wolves chase and leap, while Grandma Isolde and the cubs prepare pastries for the spring feast. In the distance, Alaric and the forest guards whisper to each other, and their occasional glances at me always bring a sense of reassurance. It's been a year since that night by the lake when we faced off. My body and wolf soul have found some miraculous healing on this land. Pack Doctor used the gentlest herbs and moonlight rituals, and Alaric's unwavering company every day - my sense of direction has improved a lot, and my memory is gradually clearing up. The scar left by the incomplete wolf soul is still faint, but I no longer have nightmares at night. I can walk through the thick forest alone wit