บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha’s Treaty, Now His Luna: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 136

PENIELMorning came. I woke up to an empty bed. The space beside me was cold. Luciano had left before dawn again. I sighed, pushing myself up. My body still ached from the attack yesterday, in a way I didn't mind, it was a constant reminder that we were not safe. Not yet. And we would have to work hard to be.I stood by the window in my room, looking out. People were moving slowly outside. Like ghosts stuck wondering the earth.I pushed away from the window sill and hurried to dress quickly, pulling on a simple blue dress. My arm was still bandaged, but the healer said it was healing well. I tied my hair back and looked in the mirror. Dark circles under my eyes. I looked tired. I felt tired.But I was Luna. There was no time to be tired.Downstairs, the house was quiet. Too quiet. Usually there would be noise, the servants making breakfast, mothers hurrying their little ones out the door so they could get to school on time, the thuds of warriors practicing on the grounds.Now, there

PENIELI spent the next few hours going over lists. Food supplies. Medicine. Guard shifts. Repair teams. It was boring, detailed work. But it was important. It was the work of a Luna. Holding things together when they wanted to fall apart.By evening, I was exhausted. My whole body ached. I went back to our room to clean up.I was pulling a clean shirt over my head when the door opened. It was Luciano. He looked more tired than I felt.“Hey,” he greeted.“Hey, yourself.” I replied.“Long day?” he asked, his voice rough.“For both of us,” I answered.He came over and put his arms around me, resting his chin on my head. “I heard about what happened in the hall this morning. With Jax."“It's fine,” I mumbled into his chest.“It's not fine. He shouldn't have spoken to you like that.”“He's hurting. They all are.” I pulled back to look at him. “We have to let them be angry. As long as they still work. As long as they still help.”He sighed, running a hand down his face. “You're wiser than

PENIEL“We can talk about practical things too,” I said. “About how to make our homes safer. About signs to watch for. About how to protect the children if... if it happens again.”Lin shook her head, but some of the anger had left her face. “It feels useless.”“It's not useless to fight despair,” Elara said softly. “That's what they want. For us to be too scared to live. For us to turn on each other. For us to give up.”We all looked at her. She had been so quiet since the attack.“My little brother is missing,” Elara said, her eyes glistening. “I think about him every second of the day, about where he is, if he's okay. But I also think about what he would want. He would want me to be brave. He would want me to help. So that's what I'm doing. Even if it's just sitting in a room and talking.”Another silence, but this one was different. Filled with understanding. We all were doing our best in the little way we could.A woman named Carla, wiped her eyes and spoke, “My daughter asks whe