Alle Kapitel von The Alpha’s Forbidden Luna: Kapitel 121 – Kapitel 130

Damian I stood there amidst the chaotic throng of protesters, my heart pounding with a mix of frustration and unease. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and anger, the crowd's chants still echoing faintly even as they began to quiet under Damon's authoritative gaze. My brothers and I had formed a loose semicircle around the central figures, trying to maintain some semblance of control in front of the palace gates. The thin, nervous-looking Lycan near the center caught my eye, he seemed out of place, fidgeting with his hands, his eyes darting around like a cornered animal.He had just shouted something about evidence, and I couldn't let that slide without clarification. "What evidence are you referring to?" I asked, stepping closer, my arms crossed ov

Lizabella“Damn it!” I cursed under my breath, replaying that cursed video over and over, even though I'd sworn off all devices days ago. The voice in it sounded exactly like mine, smooth, with that slight lilt I'd picked up from years of feeling lost before finding my place here. But what made it truly convincing and what twisted my gut into knots, was how the impersonator spoke of secrets only I and the Lycan Kings knew so it was impossible to explain that it wasn't me, and that some dark force was at play, weaving illusions to tear us apart. Who would believe such a tale when the evidence screamed otherwise?I had tried, oh how I had tried to make them see. "Something's wrong here,” I had pleaded to Damon, Damian, and Donald that first night, my hands trembling as I gripped the edge of the table in our shared chamber. "Someone's imitating my voice, and we need to find out who's behind it."But they had dismissed me with gentle words that stung. "Don't worry, Lizabella,” Damon had

Damon I exchanged glances with Damian and Donald, whose faces mirrored the knot of helplessness twisting in my gut as Lizabella stood there, with her robe clinging slightly to her damp skin. She wasn't usually this emotional, she had always been a pillar of strength, resilient through storms that would break lesser souls. But pregnancy had amplified everything, hormones turning whispers of doubt into tempests, and coupled with the grief of losing Pearl, it had left her vulnerable in ways that tore at my heart. And now, with the officials and youths waiting outside in the courtyard, impatient for us to deliver her to the dungeon, it traumatized me more than I could admit. Sadness clawed at my chest, a

Lizabella “How extreme?” I asked, brows furrowing. “No one would get hurt,” she assured me quickly. “And I will be carrying out the plan with the help of the few maids that love and respect you as much as I do. Together, we would start a massive fire in the main building, just enough smoke and flames to draw the attention of the pack guards around the palace. During that time, one of the maids would find a way to call out the guards guarding the dungeon to come and assist with the emergency. In the chaos, we’ll steal the key, come and unlock the door, and let you out.”I stared at her, heart pounding. “Selene, that’s… dangerou

Kael “Damn it!” I muttered, clenching and unclenching my hands at my sides as the scene replayed in my mind like a loop, from the way her eyes had widened when I snatched the journal from her fingers, to the coldness in my voice, and the way she’d recoiled as though I’d struck her. I can't believe that after weeks of meticulous planning, I had let one moment of panic undo it all and if she became frightened of me now, if that single outburst planted even the smallest seed of distrust, the entire plan could collapse. She was supposed to lean on me, to see me as protector, as husband, as the only safe harbor in her fog of amnesia. “Idiot,” I muttered under my breath, raking both hands through my hair, tugging hard eno