บททั้งหมดของ The Luna they both Claimed (Book 1 ): บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

“I would like to move to another dorm. Immediately,” Damon requested. A moment of silence hung in the air as Director Sylvanus processed his words. “You no longer want to share a room with your brother?” he asked. Damon nodded without hesitation. After what Darius had done, he realised their relationship could never be the same again. He couldn’t share a room with a brother who knew he was innocent, yet still chose to speak against him—something he himself would never have done, even if Darius had been guilty. Sylvanus sighed deeply, leaning back in his chair. “Is this because Darius didn’t speak in your favour?” he asked, clearly trying to understand the sudden rift between the brothers. They had been inseparable when they first arrived at the academy, and now, not even a year later, things had drastically changed. Damon shook his head. “No, sir, that’s not

Amara’s eyes were fixed on the screen of her phone as she dialed Prince Aldric’s number, but the call kept going through—he wasn’t picking up. It had been four months since she came back from her trip to Scotland. During her one-week stay, Aldric’s family had been kind and welcoming. No one had ever mentioned her background or status. They had all accepted her as Aldric did—constantly telling her how much they looked forward to her marrying him. After returning from Scotland, Amara’s relationship with Prince Aldric had improved. They talked every day on the phone, had video calls, and Aldric made sure to visit her at the end of every month. Little by little, Amara started to like Prince Aldric more, doing her best to forget about Damon or Darius. She decided to focus on Aldric and began picturing a life with him. Next week—Saturday—was his birthday, and she had planned to accept his marriage proposal. But suddenly, things h

“I don’t know,” Aldric admitted, his voice strained. “But I don’t want to lose you. I have to take responsibility for my actions, Amara. I didn’t want any of this—but I can’t undo it. I have to marry Sophia. Her father is a close friend of mine—and both our families have agreed it’s the right thing to do.” Amara stared at him, her mind reeling. Part of her wanted to scream, to cry, to hit him—but another part of her was simply… numb. Tears welled in her eyes as she stared at the man she had begun to love—watching him cry openly across from her. “I’m so sorry, Amara,” Aldric whispered, his voice breaking. “I never meant to hurt you. I love you so much. I love you—so, so much.” He reached for her hand again, but she pulled away. “It was just a one-time thing, Amara,” he insisted desperately. “It was a mistake—” “A mistake,” Amara interrupted, her tone cold. “You keep saying that, Aldric. But do y

Darius sat on the edge of his seat, his hands clenching into fists as he replayed his fight in his mind. Edwin had been an easy opponent—but the real challenge was still ahead. He could feel the weight of everyone’s expectations pressing down on him. Especially those of his father. Alpha Richardson’s face remained blank, but Darius knew better. His father was watching closely, waiting to see which son was better. The next rounds passed in a blur, with more students being eliminated until only a few remained. Darius’s next opponent was tougher, but he managed to win—though it wasn’t as clean or decisive as Damon’s victories. His brother was breezing through the competition effortlessly, defeating every opponent who stepped into the ring with him. Each victory only made Darius more frightened and troubled. After rounds of fights, the moment Darius had both anticipated and dreaded arrived—the final round.

The jet hummed in silence, an awkward tension filling the cabin. Alpha Richardson sat across from his two sons, who hadn't spoken a word to each other since boarding. He knew a rift had formed between them for the past five years, and no matter how hard he had tried to settle their differences, he hadn't been able to. He couldn't pinpoint what caused the rift, but he was certain it had nothing to do with the Alpha title. From the day they were born, he had made it clear they would both be alphas, equals in power and responsibility. He had loved them equally, never favoring one over the other. Yet Darius had always believed he loved Damon more. During their time at the Alpha Academy, Alpha Richardson noticed his sons weren't communicating like they used to. Whenever he visited them, he would ask what the problem was. But neither of the brothers could tell him. He tried talking to them, tried mending their relationship, but it never worked. Now, at this moment, they were returning