All Chapters of A Vengeful Luna. Three Alphas : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Elise’s POVThe war was barely over and I was enjoying every one of my encounters. I loved how Damon rustled every time we had interaction. I had barely stopped cursing Damon’s entire bloodline when I heard footsteps again, heavy.He couldn’t possibly be coming back.The chains clinked as I pushed myself upright. My wrists were raw, burning, but the fury blazed hotter. I glared at the door, waiting, ready to spit every insult I knew the second he entered.The door swung open.And there he was.Damon Russell, heir to the Blood Trinity throne, the king’s golden son, walking back toward the danger he knew I was.His chest rose and fell sharply, like he’d been pacing outside. His jaw was tight, eyes darker than before, almost… conflicted. The bond shivered in the air like static, crawling over my skin.I hated that feeling.I hated him.“What the hell do you want now?” I snapped the second his boots crossed the threshold. “Didn’t get enough barking orders at your father’s feet?”His eyes

Derek’s POVI told myself I wouldn’t get involved.For weeks, I watched from the sidelines, silent, tense, and increasingly furious. Damon handled Elise like iron meeting fire, and Drake… Drake was a threat I couldn’t turn my back to for a single second.But Elise?She was the one burning alive in the middle of our storms.Tonight, I couldn’t hold my patience anymore.The moon was high when I slipped through the pack house hallway, moving soundlessly toward the locked room. I didn’t need heightened wolf senses to feel her misery; it seeped under the door like smoke.The guards stationed outside stepped aside the moment they saw me. No questions. No hesitation. Being the calm brother came with its advantages, I looked harmless enough that people forgot I was deadly.I opened the door quietly.And there she was.Elise sat curled at the far end of the bed, chained, her hair a tangled curtain, her breaths uneven. She looked furious but underneath it, exhausted. Like she’d been fighting th

Elise’s POV. Fresh air never smelled so sweet. For the first time in what felt like forever, I was free, well, as free as I could be in this godforsaken palace. The chains had been removed, the door to my room finally left unlocked, and I felt like a bird that had been cooped up for months. I inhaled deeply, letting the faint scent of wet earth, cold stone, and the distant gardens fill my lungs.Freedom. A simple, elusive word that felt almost foreign.I didn’t last long in this illusion. Footsteps echoed on the marble floor behind me, deliberate, measured. Servants. They moved too fast, too precise, to be carrying simple messages or delivering meals. My stomach twisted. I knew that tone of urgency all too well.“Miss Elise,” one of them said as they approached, bowing. “Master Drake requests your presence immediately.”Immediately. That word made my heart tighten. Drake’s voice had been a hammer in my mind ever since that… incident in the training grounds. Every time I saw him, ther

Drake POVHumiliation is a bitter taste, thick, metallic, and impossible to swallow.I feel it burning on my tongue even now, long after the sting of her slap has faded from my cheek. The memory repeats in sharp, vicious flashes: her eyes wide with fear, her voice calling me a monster, her trembling hand striking across my face with more courage than she should possess.Elise.That little wolf has no idea what she has done.No woman, no servant, no guest, no allied wolf, has ever spoken to me that way. No one has ever dared raise a hand to me, especially not in my home, under my roof, protected by my name.Yet she did.And she escaped me.My jaw clenches so hard I hear my teeth grind.I pace my chambers like a caged animal, the scent of liquor lingering in the air from earlier. I hate liquor. Hate what it makes me do, hate how it makes me feel, hate how it loosens the restraints I bury deep. But tonight… tonight that poison felt comforting. Necessary.And she still slipped through my

Derek’s POV. Something was wrong with her. I sensed it the moment I stepped into the hallway, her scent, usually sharp and defiant, was faint. Choked. Shriveled down into something that didn’t feel like her at all. And when I reached her door and opened it, the sight nearly stopped my heartbeat. Elise curled against the cold wall, chained again, knees tucked into herself like she could fold her whole existence into a single trembling breath. This wasn’t rebellion. This wasn’t fire. This was fear. Deep, suffocating fear. And the moment I saw it, something inside me tore. I close the door gently behind me and approach her slowly. She doesn’t even lift her head. That's more than anything makes dread curl around my ribs. “Elise,” I say softly. No answer. “Elise… look at me.” Her shoulders jerk faintly, barely a twitch but her gaze stays glued to the floor. I kneel in front of her, lowering myself until my face is level with hers. Her hair hides most of her expression, but I ca