Semua Bab The Alpha's Plump Luna: Bab 171 - Bab 175

[KAEL]The blade descended.Perfect angle. Clean trajectory.I registered every detail with brutal clarity—the relic sigils etched into black steel, Hunter's cold satisfaction, and the precise geometry that would separate my head from my shoulders.My thigh screamed. Balance compromised. No leverage to dodge.'Move.'Saen snarled the command, but my body wasn't listening fast enough.Then silver exploded across my vision.Rhiannon slammed into me from the side, her body twisting between mine and the descending blade with absolute precision born from instinct rather than calculation.The sound that followed wasn't a scream.Just a sharp inhale forced through gritted teeth as the relic blade sank deep into her shoulder.Black steel hummed. Sigils flared.She should have collapsed. The weapon was designed to disrupt Alpha force, to weaken, to break.Instead—Her power ignited.Silver light erupted from the wound itself, crackling outward in arcs that made the air taste like lightning and

[KAEL]The manor came into full view as we crossed into Crescent Moon territory properly—stone walls unmarred, banners intact despite everything that had happened beyond our borders.Word spread before we reached the gates.The first howl rose from the watchtower. Long, rising, trembling with relief.Then another.Then dozens.Not a battle cry. A homecoming.Warriors at the front were met with tears, clasped hands, and desperate embraces. Parents rushed forward for children thought lost. Mates collided mid-step, shoulders shaking with sobs they'd been holding back for days.I walked to the center of it all.Rhiannon was beside me, holding Lachlan against her chest as if the world might attempt to steal him again if she loosened her grip even slightly. She hadn't let him go since the ruins. Hadn't faltered once during the entire journey home.She looked pale. Exhausted. Blood dried in her hair and stained her torn clothing.Her spine remained straight.The pack parted for us instinctiv

[RHIANNON] The kitchen was chaos in the best possible way. Cora had indeed made breakfast—enough food to feed twice our current number. Lena and Maris were arguing loudly about proper seasoning while Safi rolled her eyes and plated everything anyway. The moment we entered with Lachlan, all activity stopped. Then resumed with renewed energy directed entirely at us. "Sit. Both of you. Now." Cora pointed at the chairs with the authority of someone who'd been running this kitchen longer than I'd been alive. I sat without argument. Kael did the same, settling Lachlan on his lap. Food appeared immediately—eggs, bread, fruit, and meat. More than we could eat. "You need to rebuild your strength," Lena declared, setting down another plate. "Both of you look half-dead," Maris added bluntly. Cora smacked her arm. "What? They do!" I laughed despite myself. This was normal. This was home. Kael ate methodically while keeping one hand on Lachlan, who was more interested in stealing food