Semua Bab The Alpha king and the Hunt: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Louis’ POV…..I woke up slowly.Not with pain. Not with panic or heat.Just… quiet.The first thing I noticed was the warmth. Not the fevered heat that had burned through me before, but something steady and grounding. The second was the faint scent of herbs clinging to my skin, cool and earthy. The healer’s work.I blinked, my lashes heavy, my body sore in a way that spoke of exhaustion rather than injury.I was alive.The realization settled gently, without fireworks. No rush of fear. No sharp memory of claws or teeth or desperation. Just the soft creak of the den as someone moved outside and the distant sounds of the pack starting their day.I pushed myself upright slowly, testing my balance. My head swam for a moment, then steadied.“You’re awake.”I turned at the sound of the healer’s voice. She stood near the entrance, arms folded, eyes sharp but relieved.“How do you feel?” she asked.“Like I wrestled the forest and lost,” I muttered.She snorted. “You’re lucky to be alive.”I

Damien's pov….. The pack gates creaked open as we returned. The familiar scent of woodsmoke, pine, and warm bread hit me first. Home. Or something close to it. The merged camp had begun to feel almost… real. Alive. Children ran between huts. Warriors laughed near the sparring circle. The guards on the watchtower bowed when Louis and I passed. She walked ahead of me, her spine straight, head high__ Alpha__ Always Alpha. And still, somehow, my undoing. I watched her longer than I should have. The moon was already rising, pale and full above the trees. Its glow dusted her hair in silver and softened the sharp lines of her posture. She turned slightly, as if she could feel my eyes on her. I looked into her eyes and everything stilled. Just for a heartbeat. Something passed between us, Just quiet… awareness. I cleared my throat. “Louis.” She paused and turned to me I stepped closer, ignoring the way my wolf stirred under my ribs. “Would you… want to watch the moonlig

Louis’s POV…… Morning came softly. Not with alarm or dread. Not with urgency or fear. Just sunlight spilling across the floorboards and the quiet rhythm of birdsong outside my window. I stayed still for a moment, staring at the ceiling. It felt… strange. Waking without anxiety clawing at my chest. Without immediately running through threats, duties, responsibilities. For the first time in a long while, my first thought wasn’t about survival. It was about him. Damien. The memory of last night lingered like warmth beneath my skin. The river. The moonlight. The way he’d looked at me when I told him I would try. Not like I was something he owned. Like I was something he treasured. I exhaled slowly. Ridiculous. Completely ridiculous. And yet my lips curved slightly as I pushed myself out of bed. I dressed simply today. Comfortable clothes, my hair braided loosely over one shoulder. No armor, no stiffness. Just… Louis. That alone felt like rebellion. T

Aria’s POV…. The morning sun spilled golden across the nursery, catching the gentle sweep of Caelum’s tiny hands as he reached toward the dangling toys above his crib. His soft coos were like music, threading warmth straight through my chest. I leaned closer, brushing a fine curl from his forehead. “Eat well, little one,” I murmured, lifting the bottle. He wriggled, eager and insistent, and I laughed softly. It was a sound I hadn’t realized I’d missed so much—peaceful and safe. Kaelen sat across the room on the floor, his back propped against the wall. He was quietly watching us, a rare softness in his usually guarded expression. The corners of his eyes crinkled in amusement as Caelum’s tiny fists batted at the bottle. “Looks like he’s got your stubborn streak,” Kaelen said quietly, voice low and gentle. I chuckled. “Let’s hope he has more of my patience than yours.” He shook his head, grinning. “I doubt it. He’s got your eyes; he’ll get exactly what he wants.” The baby g

Louis’s POV….. I bolted through the dense forest, each step tearing through the undergrowth, leaves snapping beneath my boots. My chest heaved, tears stinging my eyes, and my hands shook—not from fear, but from the anger and betrayal that burned hotter than any fire.I had to get away. I had to feel something other than the weight of Damien’s confession—the truth that he had been using me, manipulating me all along for his own gain.The clearing ahead opened into a wide field bathed in silver moonlight. I stumbled into it, my wolf instincts flaring. Here, there was space to think, space to breathe. But the moonlight only made me feel smaller, exposed, vulnerable.“Damien,” I muttered, voice shaking, tasting bitter in my throat. “How could you?”My chest tightened as if the words themselves were iron chains. Every step away from him should have felt freeing, but instead, I could feel his presence behind me, like a shadow trailing my movements. My wolf snarled low in my chest, senses s