All Chapters of The Alpha’s Treaty, Now His Luna: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

PENIELI needed to think. Now that Luciano knew I was planning to go save my mother myself, he would surely stop me. He would lock me in our room or pobably post a guard at my door. He would watch my every move.I had to move quickly.I went back to the pack house, my head down, pretending to be defeated. I went straight to my room and shut the door. I could already hear Luciano's voice downstairs, barking orders. He was organizing a search party. For my mother, yes, but also to keep me contained. I just knew it.He came up after a while, knocking on the door. “Peniel, can we talk?” I pretended I didn't hear him blocking my ears with the pillows even though my wolf was scratching at the back of my mind to let him in.“I'm sorry,” he begged, but I steeled my heart further, and turned away. He left awhile later when I didn't answer, heaving a defeated sigh. I stood up immediately and headed to my wardrobe, pushing all the colorful clothes to the side. I needed dark clothes. Werewolve

PENIELIf you're wondering if I left Preya behind. I didn't. The thought of my father or his goons trying something disgusting was enough to make me stay put.Preya made it back safely, the bundle of clothes sticking out of her small backpack. “From the gardeners’ laundry line,” she whispered. “No one will notice.” she shrugged, “For a while at least.”Once we got past the border markings, we found a dense thicket to hide in. “Ready?” I asked, my voice low.Preya just nodded, her eyes wide but determined.I closed my eyes and called to my wolf. The shift was faster now, smoother than it used to be. Power flowed through my limbs, fur sprouted, and my senses exploded into clarity. I shook out my coat, a deep, smoky grey with silver tips along my back and tail. Till now, I still couldn't believe I was this big, or this strong. My wolf was basically built for battle.Preya shifted beside me. Her wolf was beautiful but smaller, with a coat the color of autumn leaves, filled with rich brown

PENIELA test. He was watching, or listening, to see if I had brought anyone.“I’m alone!” I called out, my voice bouncing off the stone walls. “Just like you wanted! Now, where is she? Where is my mother?”Silence. No one answered.I looked past the stool. The tunnel continued on the other side of the cavern. But written on the wall in what looked like mud were the words:THE MOON’S EYE SEES THE TRUTH.The moon’s eye? What was that supposed to mean? The moon… it was out tonight. Did its light… did it shine down here? I looked up. There were thin cracks in the ceiling of the cavern, and faint moonlight filtered through in one spot, creating a small, bright circle on the far wall.The moon’s eye. That spot of light.I walked over to where the light touched the wall. The beam was so bright it made the surrounding stone look even darker. I ran my hands over the wall inside the circle of light. There, almost invisible unless the light touched it, was a narrow, vertical crack in the stone.

PENIEL“Where is Preya?” I asked suddenly. The question slicing through the tension in the air.Silas blinked in confusion, then his eyes widened in realization. He turned and snapped at a nearby she-wolf. "Find the maid Preya. Now."The she-wolf scurried off. She returned only a few minutes later, her expression uneasy. “She is not in her room, Beta. No one has seen her since this afternoon.” she whispered into his ears.Silas turned back to me, his expression grave. "Preya is also missing." He said, stating the obvious like I wasn't three feet away from him.Of course she was. The pieces must have finally clicked together in his mind because he asked, “You think they went together?”“I know they went together.”“It is… very possible,” Silas said carefully, avoiding my eyes. “Especially as they seemed to have bonded. During the… during the period she.. you know arrived, and then everything…” he trailed off.He didn’t need to finish. During the time she needed her mate, and I was too

LUCIANOThe day of the ball arrived. I stood in my study with my beta, Silas. A map of the Red Moon pack house spread across my desk. It was a rough sketch, stolen by a scout who had risked his neck for it. We didn’t know how accurate it was, but it was all we had.“These are the most likely places,” Silas said, his finger tapping three marked rooms on the map. “The old wine cellar here, the isolated guest suites in the east wing, and the servants’ quarters in the basement. They’re out of the way. Easy to guard, hard to stumble upon by accident.”“And Henry would want them close,” I muttered, my eyes tracing the lines. “He’ll want to be able to get to them quickly if things go wrong. Or to use them as a threat.”“Agreed,” Silas said. “I and my team will infiltrate from the western side during the ball. Rowan will lead a second group through the drainage tunnels marked here.” He pointed to a dotted line on the map. “We search simultaneously. The moment any of us find them, we’ll mind-l