All Chapters of A Vengeful Luna. Three Alphas : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

DRAKE POVRage has always been my closest companion.It was not the kind that flares and burns out, but the kind that settles into your bones, heavy and patient, waiting for the right moment to tear something apart. I thought I had mastered it years ago, thought I had locked it behind discipline, duty, and the cold logic of survival.But I was wrong.The moment I learned Damon was behind Elise and Mira’s disappearance, something inside me cracked so violently that I felt it echo through my chest. It wasn’t a clean break, it was splintered, jagged, painful like a bone snapping under too much pressure.Elise was gone, not missing, not lost either. She was taken by my own brother.I didn’t remember crossing the room where my men had assembled and were feeding me with intel. One moment I was standing at the table with my hands braced against carved oak, the next my fist was buried in the stone wall beside one of my men's heads. The impact shattered rock and dust rained down like ash.

Drake POVI stood behind Derek as he carried her in.Elise didn’t move. Not a sound. Not a breath I could hear. Her body lay slack in his arms like she’d been emptied out and left behind. Blood matted her hair, dark against skin that looked too pale, too still.My wolf slammed against my ribs.Then Mira broke.She collapsed into me the second she saw me, sobbing so hard her knees gave out. I caught her by instinct, arms wrapping around her shaking body as she clutched my shirt like it was the only thing keeping her upright.“Drake,” she gasped. “They, they...”Her words fell apart. Her entire body trembled, violent, uncontrollable. I could feel her fear bleeding into me, soaking straight through bone and muscle.I held her tighter. Grounded her.My wolf surged at the distress, snarling, demanding blood, but I shoved it down with iron force. Not now. Not her. My priority was Elise.“She told me everything,” Mira choked. “Everything they did. Everything Damon planned to do to both of us

Elise’s POV I spent the remaining days studying Damon’s routine and the guards’ movements. Damon really thought he was smart. He believed fear was his strongest weapon. That chains, threats, and cruelty would eventually force my obedience and submission. He must be dreaming. But Damon didn’t realize that I had studied him long enough to know the one thing he lacked was the ability to truly think. He struggled to make solid decisions, and that was where I would win. I would manipulate him and use his own tactics against him. He wouldn’t see me coming because I had to leave this place before his twisted mind found new ways to hurt me. There were always four guards stationed outside my cell during the day. Two stood by the door, one remained at the far end of the corridor, while the last paced back and forth like a restless animal. At night, they grew careless for two reasons. First, Damon believed his presence alone was enough to keep them in line. Second, they thought I w

Elise POVI didn’t wake up strong. I woke up broken.My body ached in ways I hadn’t known possible. Every muscle stiff, every joint screaming with protest, every breath a struggle. The nightmares didn’t stop at sleep. They followed me here, into the faint light of dawn, wrapping their cold fingers around my mind. My throat felt raw, as if I’d been screaming silently through the night. My chest tightened with each heartbeat, and even the softest sound, a door creaking, a tray being set down made me flinch.I hated it. I hated the way my body betrayed me, trembling at echoes, shivering at shadows. I hated the fear that lingered like smoke, curling around my lungs, leaving me short of breath. I hated that my own survival instincts felt like chains, that I had to be on alert even here, in what was supposed to be safety.Being the mate of three brothers, the heirs of a powerful Alpha family, should have felt empowering. It should have made me untouchable. Instead, it made me feel watched,

Derek POVI watch her from the doorway, silent, careful not to make a sound. Elise sits on the edge of the bed, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Her hair falls over her face like a curtain, hiding the intensity of her gaze, but I can feel it. I know she is planning how to survive. Every subtle movement, every tilt of her head, tells me she is calculating each step, measuring every risk, and considering every person who crosses her path. I know she is trying to protect herself from the world and from us, and I cannot stop my chest from tightening at the thought.Her breathing is shallow but controlled. I can see her counting each inhale, each exhale, as if trying to steady the whirlwind inside her. I know she is exhausted. She has been running, hiding, thinking, surviving, and I see it in the tightness of her shoulders, in the way her fingers twitch against each other. She has learned to protect herself in ways I cannot. And yet, my instinct to shield her, to guard her from every