บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Plump Luna: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

[KAEL]Evening preparations transformed the pack grounds into something from ancient legend.Torches lined the path to ceremonial grounds, flames dancing against approaching darkness. Silver ribbons hung from trees, catching moonlight that hadn't yet risen. Tables overflowed with food—traditional dishes prepared according to recipes older than memory.Music drifted through the air, drums and flutes weaving patterns that made the bond hum with anticipation.I moved through it all with Emrys and Sienna, doing final inspections that had nothing to do with celebration and everything to do with survival."Warriors positioned here, here, and here." Emrys pointed to locations that looked like decoration placements but were actually defensive positions. "Armed and ready but instructed to maintain a ceremonial appearance until the attack begins.""Good." I checked my watch. Two hours until moonrise. "And the sigil suppression?""In place." Sienna gestured to barely visible chalk marks around t

[FREYA]The battlefield sprawled beneath me like a painting rendered in blood and firelight.I stood deep within the tree line, untouched by chaos, watching three hundred rogues tear into Crescent Moon's defenses with coordinated violence. Smoke curled above the ceremonial grounds, thick and acrid. Screams echoed through the night—pain, rage, and desperation mixing into a symphony.I felt nothing.No satisfaction. No guilt. Just cold observation and mounting irritation.'This should have been finished by now,' I thought, watching warriors rally around their Alpha despite injuries that should've broken lesser packs.Conrad had promised clean execution. Overwhelming force meeting unprepared targets, corruption magic spreading faster than healing could counteract, and the pack fracturing under simultaneous physical and magical assault.Instead—chaos, yes, but controlled chaos. Crescent Moon held ground they shouldn't have been able to defend.All because Conrad had underestimated one var

[RHIANNON]Consciousness returned in fragments.Warm hands cradling my head. Kael's scent cutting through smoke and blood. His voice murmuring words I couldn't quite grasp, steady and grounding.I forced my eyes open.The protective circle remained—warriors facing outward, weapons ready, refusing to break formation despite the battle clearly winding down around us. Beyond them, Crescent Moon fighters pursued fleeing rogues with coordinated efficiency.We'd won.The knowledge settled heavy in my chest, relief mixed with grief for whatever losses we'd sustained."Hey." Kael's face came into focus above me, blood-streaked and beautiful. "Welcome back. You scared the hell out of me.""The pup?" My voice came out rough."Safe. With his mother. Because of you." His thumb brushed across my cheek. "What you did—I've never seen anything like it. That much power released simultaneously should've—""Killed me?" I tried sitting up. Failed. My muscles had turned to water."Knocked you unconscious

[KAEL]The dungeon smelled like failure.Damp stone. Old blood. Wolfsbane sharp enough to make my wolf recoil even from a distance. I descended the stairs slowly, boots echoing against rock carved generations ago for exactly this purpose—breaking enemies until they yielded truth.Fifty-three dead. Twenty wounded. Conrad's forces scattered but not destroyed, regrouping somewhere beyond our reach while I stood here trying to extract information from rogues who'd rather die than talk.'This is taking too long,' Saen growled. 'Every minute wasted is another Conrad uses to prepare.'I knew. Didn't make the descent any easier.The first rogue hung from chains bolted into the wall—male, mid-thirties, covered in wounds from the battle that had landed him here. His eyes tracked my approach with contempt instead of fear.Wrong response. Prisoners who understood their situation showed fear."You know why you're here." I kept my voice level, conversational. "Conrad's plans. Locations. Numbers. Te

[KAEL]I couldn't focus.The reports on my desk blurred together—patrol schedules, supply requisitions, damage assessments from Conrad's attack. All necessary. All demanding immediate attention.None of it mattered compared to the gnawing unease in my chest.Three hours since I'd left Rhiannon resting in our quarters. Three hours of forcing myself to maintain distance, give her space, and trust she'd call if anything went wrong.Every instinct screamed to check on her.'Just go,' Saen urged. 'You won't concentrate until you verify she's safe.'I reached for the bond first—checking her emotional state without being intrusive.The connection felt... muted. Distant. Like she was sleeping deeply or had somehow blocked me out.Unusual but not alarming. She was exhausted from the magical attack earlier. A deep sleep made sense.I returned to the reports.Made it through two more paragraphs before my focus shattered again.The mind-link to Emrys opened before I could stop myself. 'Status upd