All Chapters of The Alpha Who Executed His Luna : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Damion's POV I wasn't sleeping well the past few days as it rarely came easily to me.Of course it wouldn't come easily when there was tension rising in the pack and when the shadows of war stretched long over everything. But then it suddenly felt as though something strange and powerful met me and that something felt more like a vision than a dream.I stood in the grand hall of the Moon Shield Pack...my pack, while sunlight poured through the crystal windows like molten gold.Warriors bowed while courtiers smiled. The pack prospered because there were no fears, no threats, and especially no Henry.I turned to look at Elara who stood beside me. She was dressed in silver-white ceremonial robes, with her hair braided with moonstone threads. Her eyes were bright and soft as she reached for my hand. But she did so not out of duty nor was it out of fear but out of choice and out of her own freewill."Damion", she whispered in a warm voice that sounded real enough that my heart clutched,

Henry's POV The first thing I took note of was how Bloodhound Pack was larger than I remembered.The dark stone walls were fortified, while towering pines surrounded the territory, making shade in specific areas. A bitter chill in the air made every breath I took feel heavy but I still rode through the gates with two of my warriors and almost immediately, Bloodhound guards surrounded us.I knew Bloodhound had such formalities and protocol, but it still made my hackles rise. The carriage stopped and I stepped down.A servant rushed forward immediately. "Alpha Henry of Iron Fangs", he announced with a slight bow. "Alpha Daryl awaits you".I gestured that we go and the servant led the way. We were escorted into the heart of the compound, through the hallways, and into the Alpha's office chamber that had a deep crimson banner stitched with a silver wolf's head above the door.Immediately the guards standing by the open pushed open the double doors, I stepped in only to be met with the fa

Chrysantha's POV I paced the length of my chambers, my boots tapping against the tiled floor like a ticking clock counting down my time.The room felt too tight and suffocating as though the walls themselves were conspiring to expose me. I kept glancing back at the wooden table where scrolls and parchments lay unfurled. They were maps of the Pack's borders, weapon inventories, tactical communication logs and all the other things I had tampered with.They were also all the things Henry insisted on fixing, hence the reason he went to Bloodhound. I ran a hand through my hair and exhaled sharply, urging myself to think.I moved back to the table and flattened my palms against the parchment, my gaze tracing the inked lines of the Iron Fangs territory. I had been careful the last few nights as I slipped into the weapon storage at the quietest hours, loosening bolts, spilling small portions of powder, removing essential components from rifles, causing the metal joints on heavier machines t

Chrysantha's POV "Elara's in Bloodhound".The moment I heard those words, something inside me detonated. And for a heartbeat I froze as still as a statue, with eyes wide, and disbelief shaking through my bones."He is in there, Damion. With Elara".But then..."What?". I asked when it finally settled in. My voice cracked like a whip through the forest clearing. "Why would you...why would you send her there?".Damion didn't flinch, but his jaw tightened. "She volunteered", he said in a low and controlled voice. "And I don't require your permission to make decisions concerning my pack".My hands curled into tight fists that my nails were digging into her palms. "You-". I started but bit down the curse. "You're a king, Damion. An Alpha. You should know better than placing your weakest link in the middle of a weapons negotiation! Or-", my voice sharpened, "did you forget Henry is also there? Okay, I know you said Elara is unbothered but do you really know what's inside her heart?".His g

Henry's POV I knew I had felt her because the moment I stepped through Bloodhound's garden, a strange tremor had crawled across my senses.It was so light, soft, and painfully familiar that at first, I thought I imagined it, especially in the hallway earlier because the mind could play cruel tricks when it wanted something it couldn't have.But then the warm scent hit me. It was a soft blend of moonlit Jasmine and something I had never been able to name but would recognise anywhere.It had drifted through the hallway like a whisper, and brushed past my skin making my stop dead with my every instinct snapping into focus.I had followed the scent with quickened steps and a pounding pulse. I turned left and went down the long corridor past the torch-lit windows where the scent grew stronger then it just vanished suddenly.I had walked in circles, checking corners, and trying to trace the air again and again, refusing to believe it was only in my head. But there was nothing which made m