All Chapters of A Vengeful Luna. Three Alphas : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Derek’s POVIt has been a while, I ran like that. However, something in me pushes me faster and harder than expected. Whispers rushed through the streets like wildfire, servants murmuring, guards abandoning their posts, nobles standing frozen in disbelief. The King was ill and weak. Not wounded. Sick in the way that made even the strongest men lower their voices.Just days ago, he had summoned us to dinner, sharp-eyed and commanding as ever. Now they said he could barely lift his hand. I couldn’t believe the news, it took some minutes to run from the training ground where I received the news earlier, to the King's chamber. By the time I entered the palace, my stride was fast, my chest tight. The doors to the royal chambers stood open, guards stationed on either side, their expressions grim.I was already too late.Damon stood near the bed, arms crossed, jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscle twitch. Drake was closer, seated beside the King, gripping his father’s hand lik

Elise POVThe first thing I remembered was blood.I watched Derek fighting with all his might while backing my carriage, I felt the urge to go out and support him. When the rogue strike, I saw the blood. Not the scream of it, not the spill but the thick, choking rhythm of it pounding in my ears as Derek staggered.One moment he was still standing, sword clenched in his good hand, shoulders squared like the mountain itself had risen to shield us. The next, his knees buckled.“Derek!” I screamed, my voice tearing through the chaos.The rogues were already retreating into the forest, melting back into shadows as if they had never existed. Guards rushed past me, blades still raised, eyes sharp with the fear that comes after danger, not during it. Someone shouted orders. Someone else cursed.But all I saw was Derek.Blood soaked through his sleeve, dark and terrifying, running down his arm where he had stopped the blade meant for me.I remembered the moment too clearly.The rogue had c

The forest lied ahead of us.At first, it welcomed us, sunlight slipping between branches, the ground damp but forgiving beneath our boots, the air carrying the faint bitterness of crushed leaves and old magic. I thought the herb would announce itself, that it would want to be found. That was what the old stories said.They were wrong.We searched for hours. Nothing in sight, it got to the extent of me touching herb and leaves just to see if I will feel something or get attracted. No bond is found!It's crazy and stressing. Damon moved ahead of us, precise and relentless, slicing through brush with the patience of someone who refused to accept failure. He barely spoke, only gestured when he wanted us to fan out, his focus sharp enough to cut stone. I followed a few paces behind, eyes scanning the forest floor, fingers brushing bark and moss, searching for the telltale silver-veined leaf the physician had drawn for us on that

Drake’s POVHunger strips a man of everything he pretends to be.I didn’t understand that until the moment Elise stand in our front with Derek beside her, both of them carrying food, and my body reacted before my mind could remind me that I was a crown prince.The smell hit first.Warm bread. Roasted meat. Salt. Smoke.My stomach clenched so hard it hurt, a sharp reminder that we’d been chasing shadows all day and surviving on nothing but stubbornness. I stood without realizing I’d moved, boots crunching against dry leaves, eyes locked on what she carried like it was treasure.Elise noticed immediately.She always did.She didn’t hesitate or wait for me to say anything noble. She simply walked closer and held the food out to me, her expression unreadable, calm in that way of hers that made it impossible to tell whether she was observing or already deciding something.“Eat,” she said.One word.

Derek POV. I could feel the weight of the world pressing down on my chest before I even stepped into the chamber. The air was heavy, thick with the scent of incense and something darker, grief, despair, and a faint trace of iron. My paws, my heart, my very instincts were tense; my wolf stirred violently inside me, growling low, a guttural warning that I could not quiet. Drake and Damon flanked me, their own expressions shadowed by disbelief, but I could feel their turmoil radiating through the bond we shared. This was more than sorrow. This was a wound that clawed at the core of our souls.The royal physician, an aged man with hands that had healed countless lives, was standing beside the King’s bed, eyes heavy with a burden we were not yet ready to bear. His lips trembled, and he clasped a scroll in one hand, as though it were both shield and confession. I swallowed hard, forcing down the instinctive growl that rattled my chest. My wolf was restless, howling silently, circling my th