Todos los capítulos de The Rise Of The Forsaken Luna : Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

DRAKEWatching Briana sleep in my arms, her head resting peacefully on my chest, I feel a strange calm I haven't known in years. My mark glows faintly on her neck, proof that she's mine, and I'm hers. Is this what real peace feels like? A mate safe in my arms, carrying my pup, surrounded by a pack that respects me not because of my bloodline but because of what I've done for them. If I had stayed in Moonveil and gone through with marrying Laura Joss, I would never have had this."Drake?" Briana murmurs, her sleepy voice breaking through the quiet. Her eyes blink open slowly, hazy from sleep."Yes, sweetheart?" I whisper, brushing my fingers gently along her cheek."Why are you still awake?" she mumbles mid-yawn, her voice soft and innocent, so unlike the fierce woman who had just hours ago moaned my name so loudly I'm sure half the Silver Paw pack heard."Because I'm doing my job," I say, smiling faintly. "Protecting you."She hums softly and snuggles closer, drifting back to sleep

BRIANAThe pride in Drake's voice as he asks the question makes my heart race. He isn't like the other alphas I've known, he wouldn't force me into being a decorative Luna, hosting events and smiling at meetings while decisions were made without me. No, Drake would make me an equal ruler. My word would hold the same weight as his when it came to the fate of our pack.Before I can answer, Linda slams her fist on the table, the sound echoing through the council room. "No! I'm not sending you two back there to die," she snaps, her power flaring faintly around her.I push my chair back and rise to my feet. "Then what would you have us do, Linda?" My voice trembles with frustration. "Marcus has six packs standing with him, all preparing to storm Moonveil and kill everyone here!"Drake's hand tightens around mine, but I don't back down. Linda straightens, shrugging off Jack's hand when he tries to calm her. Her aura flares fully now, raw and commanding. Mine answers without hesitation, pu

DRAKEStaring at the phone in my hand, I can’t help wondering if calling Jack is really the right thing to do. He’s finally managed to rebuild peace in Silver Paw, giving his wolves a sense of safety after years of chaos under Morgan’s harsh rule. If I pull him into this, I’ll be dragging his pack back into bloodshed, all because of a war meant for Briana and me.“You haven’t called yet?”I flinch at the sudden voice and glance toward the doorway. Briana steps in, her golden hair tied up, a determined look in her eyes. Two omegas, June and Charles, follow her in, each balancing trays of steaming food.“No,” I admit with a sigh. “At first, it felt right to involve him, but now”“You’re worried his pack will become a target,” she finishes softly, reading me like an open book.I nod, not even trying to hide my thoughts. Briana always knows exactly what’s going through my head.June and Charles quietly set the trays on the small table near the couch, bow respectfully, and slip out of my

BRIANASitting back in the boardroom, I take a deep breath and glance around the table. There are two new faces here today, and the room feels fuller, more alive, yet heavier with tension.Across from me, Drake and David are fiddling with the computer, trying to connect the split-screen feed. On one side, Marcus’ pre-recorded threats still play, his voice sending shivers down my spine. On the other side, the screen flickers before finally pulling up a Zoom call.“Hello?” Titus’ voice comes through the speakers, clear but slightly distorted. Moments later, his face appears, calm as ever.“Hi, Titus. Thanks for joining us,” Linda says, offering her usual composed smile.“Thank you for inviting me,” Titus replies warmly. “Drake and Briana already filled me in on... everything.” There’s a teasing chuckle at the end that makes a few heads turn.“Everything?” Milan asks, raising an eyebrow.“Everything,” Titus confirms, amusement glinting in his eyes. “From their marking and mating, to the

BRIANASitting beneath the wide arms of the willow tree just outside the packhouse, I breathe in the cool air and let the breeze calm my thoughts. The soft rustle of leaves above me mixes with the sound of pups laughing in the distance, their giggles ringing across the field as they chase a faded ball they must’ve found in storage. It’s peaceful, something rare these days, and I cling to the moment before duty pulls me back again.After the meeting earlier, I’d gone straight to my office to handle my usual beta responsibilities. Together with Royce and Milan, we reviewed the upcoming hunting and training schedules, double-checked our patrol rotations, and discussed which warriors might be ready to advance in rank. The routine work almost made me forget the storm brewing over Moonveil Pack. Almost.Milan had suggested that the pack deserved to know about the coming battle. I didn’t agree. The last thing we needed was panic spreading through the pack like wildfire. Only the warriors, I