All Chapters of Reborn of the Betrayed Luna: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Melody's POV"We're begging you, My King! We need to see Alpha Don!" my father begged, his voice shaking with desperation that cracked across the grand hall. His words were laced with fear and hope, ringing off the marble pillars like a desperate prayer.I stood by his side, holding onto the fabric of my cloak. My heart thudded frantically against my ribcage, as if desperately seeking to be released from the straitjacket of fear enveloping me. Each second that ticked by weighed more and more.Various scenes started appearing before my eyes, horrible pieces of imagery my mind wouldn't keep quiet about. What if Alpha Don had been secretly murdered deep in the dungeons? What if he had been poisoned in his food so he couldn't spill the beans about the truth? What if the king himself had him killed to safeguard a secret no one was supposed to find out?With each picture, he was more intolerable than the last. In all of them, Don was alone, bound in the dark, betrayed by the kingdom he had

Three days.Three long, tormented days.That is how long we had to wait. Three days that stretched eternally, every hour filled with the anguish of uncertainty about what would become of Alpha Don. The dungeon lay quiet, its heavy stone walls holding his destiny from the world. Gossip circulated wildly—some claimed he was being interrogated, others spreading rumors that he had already confessed. I refused to believe any of them. I refused to believe that the Alpha who had once defended our lands, who had been a pillar of strength for so many, could be a criminal chained in prison.I attempted to sleep, but rest escaped me. Each groan of the floorboards and wail of the wind outside the packhouse ran shivers down my spine. I could not eat, nor could I think of anything other than the dungeon under the castle. My heart hurt thinking of him alone in the dark, meeting his destiny with no one by his side.If it were not for my father, I would have completely lost myself in worry."Melody,"

"Alpha Andrew…" Jay began, but his voice cracked when my father lifted a hand to stop him."You can move aside, Jay," Father stated bluntly, his voice slicing through the tension-charged room. "There are points I need to clarify."The whole hall was holding its breath. Even the flickering torches hanging on the walls seemed to lose their light under the burden of his words. Father's eyes scanned across the room — over the councilors, the whispering witnesses, and the Alpha King himself sitting on the raised throne.As a man who has lost comrades who were as close to family to me," Father started, his deep voice laced with emotion, "it hurts me to be here and see one of the Alphas of this realm get pulled through such an obscene spectacle.He stood there for a moment, his jaw clenched in anger before he continued, "I have risked my life repeatedly for this kingdom. I have shed blood for it. Fought for it. Defended it. So, yes—" he lifted his chin toward the throne, "—you can say I have

Melody's POV"Do you want to have a date with me?"There was a hint of teasing confidence and something else—longing, maybe? His voice sounded. Don stood before me, his customary façade shrouding him like armor, but I felt the fissures behind. He had just been let out of the dungeons after being held there for a few days. He appeared collected to anyone who didn't know him, unmoved even. But I understood better. Underneath that tranquil surface lay a tempest—a hurt pride, a humiliated Alpha robbed of dignity in front of his kin.To be kept behind bars like a criminal was punishment sufficient, but to be led forward for the ordinary wolves, chained and helpless, was something no Alpha could long bear. The pride of an Alpha could sail the skies, and yet I saw that same pride now—shattered, but not crushed.My father, Alpha Andrew, had been disinclined to allow me to meet Don. He did not want another ambush or a secret plan. After all, Don had created enemies among people who had previou

The following morning I rose at dawn, heart vibrating with cold purpose. I summoned Mary and the other women who served to keep the house going; their feet came through the halls like a gentle percussion. I stayed in the bath long enough to allow the world to dissolve: scalding water, steam thick with perfume, candles burning low, and the air heavy with lavender and crushed citrus. The decadence wasn't indulgence today—it was armor.When I came out, they fluttered and fussed over me like one living creature. Makeup, a skilled hand molding my face into something both recognizable and harder; hair styled into a gracious cascade. They attired me in a complicated gown—silk that shushed as I moved, embroidery that rebelled against the light in tiny uprisings—and draped jewelry over my collar. When they were done, it was nearly midday. Ideal. The time when everyone emerged to judge, to whisper, to see."Miss, do you have something in mind with Alpha Don?" Mary inquired, securing the final r