บททั้งหมดของ Luna Maya: Destined as the Alpha's Desire: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Lucien's POVThe halls of Blood Moon were alive with noise, yet it felt like I was moving through a storm. Builders shouted directions. Warriors trained, their claws scraping the dirt. Scouts ran back and forth with reports. The pack needed me in every corner at once, and I could feel the weight crushing my shoulders.Maya moved silently at my side, helping where she could, speaking softly to the frightened and the tired. Her presence kept me grounded, even when exhaustion threatened to take over. But the bond between us, the mating bond was still incomplete. She wasn’t ready for that part yet. Years of chains, of abuse, of fear, made her hesitant. And that hesitation was dangerous. The bond, while strong emotionally, had a weakness that enemies could exploit.I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. I couldn’t fix everything at once. The pack’s infrastructure needed rebuilding, the warriors needed guidance, the wounded needed care, and the Council of Elders demanded reports of ou

Maya's POVThe truth did not come all at once.It came in small, sharp pieces that cut deeper the more I put them together.The first night after Sophie and I decided to tell Lucien, I couldn’t sleep. My wolf, Lyra, paced inside me like a storm trapped under my skin. Every sound felt too loud. The papers spread across the table in my room.Supply records. Approval seals. Code marks. Names. I stared at them again, hoping, and praying that I had read them wrong.But the ink did not change. The marks did not move. And the name that keptappearing was one I trusted.Grayson. Lucien’s Beta. Lucien’s brother.The man who had trained, fought, and bled beside him.The man who had smiled at me, bowed his head, and sworn loyalty when I became Luna.My chest tightened until it hurt to breathe.“No,” I whispered.Lyra growled low inside me.Truth hurts because it is truth, she said.I shook my head. “There has to be another explanation.”But the trail was clear.The contacts dated back three ye

Finn's POVWhen Alpha Lucien named me Beta, my first thought wasn’t pride.It was fear.Not the kind that makes you run.The kind that makes you stand still and realize that if you fall, everyone behind you falls too.Grayson’s shadow was everywhere.In the council hall. In the training grounds. In the way wolves whispered when they thought I couldn’t hear.“He’s too young.”“He’s not ready.”“He’s not Grayson.”They were right. I wasn’t.But Grayson was gone.And Blood Moon didn’t have the luxury of waiting for someone better.So I stepped forward.The first thing I learned as Beta wasLeadership doesn’t wait for you to catch your breath.By sunrise the next morning, I had three problems.The eastern border was weak. Supplies were still missing. And half the pack didn’t trust anyone anymore.I stood in the yard with a list in my hands and exhaustion already burning behind my eyes.“Alright,” I said loudly. “Listen up.”Some wolves turned. Some didn’t.I raised my voice. “This isn’t o

Lucien's POVMaverick grinned.“You look terrible,” he added cheerfully.I huffed out a breath that might have been a laugh.“Good to see you too.”“You’re welcome here,” he said, voice firm now. “Always.”Something in my chest loosened at that.I hadn’t realized how much I needed to hear it.He led me deeper into the territory, toward a fire pit where several wolves sat talking quietly. When they saw me, they stiffened then bowed their heads respectfully.Alpha Lucien of Blood Moon still carried weight, even here.Maverick waved them off.“Give us space,” he said. “The man looks like he’s about to explode.”The rogues scattered quickly.We sat across from each other near the fire. Maverick poured me a cup of something strong-smelling and shoved it into my hands.“Drink,” he ordered. “You look like you’ve forgotten how.”I took a long swallow. The burn grounded me.For a moment, we just sat there, the fire crackling between us. No council. No warriors waiting for orders. No Luna watc

Alpha Lucien's POVThe pack was quiet when I found Maya.That kind of quiet that comes after bad news, after fear has settled into bones and refused to leave. Maya stood near the old oak at the edge of the inner grounds. The tree had survived three wars and two fires. So had she, in her own way.Her back was to me.She didn’t turn when she heard my steps. She knew it was me. She always did.For a moment, I almost turned away.Cowardice whispered that this could wait. That I could hide behind council problems, behind threats and strategy and borders.But Maverick’s voice echoed in my head.“Stop leading with fear.”So I stopped a few feet behind her and spoke.“Maya.”Her shoulders stiffened.That hurt more than I expected.“I’m sorry,” I said immediately.The words came out rough, scraped raw from my chest. She turned slowly then, her eyes guarded, tired. Not angry. That was worse.“I shouldn’t have yelled at you,” I continued. “I shouldn’t have pulled away. I shouldn’t have made you