บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha Who Executed His Luna : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Damion POVThe scout found me just as the sun dipped low enough to stain the sky in copper and ash.“She’s close,” he said, breathless, one knee bent in respect. “Lady Elara will reach the eastern gates before night fully falls.”My jaw tightened.Bloodhound. Henry.The name cut through my thoughts sharper than any blade. I dismissed the scout with a nod and stood there longer than necessary, staring at the horizon as if I could make her slow down. Or turn back.The last time I’d seen her up close, she had rejected Henry’s kiss.That should have eased something in me.Instead, it twisted everything tighter.Because rejection didn’t mean freedom where bonds like theirs were concerned. It meant pain. Confusion. Loose ends. And Bloodhound was full of them.By the time the gates opened, the pack was already buzzing. Servants hurried, warriors straightened, council members gathered like vultures pretending to be dignified. Elara rode in at the head of the small group, her posture straight

Elara's POV The first thing I noticed was the noise.It wasn't noise gotten from the voices of wolves speaking. At least not in the way voices were meant to exist but it was thoughts I was talking about.Three thoughts seemed to be about a hundred, with all of them layering against the other, tangling and laced with sharpness that pressed painfully against my skull like an invisible tide. I woke up with a gasp, clutching the sheets as though they could anchor me.Make it stop. I said internally but nothing stopped, it only seemed to grow more.The room shimmered, not visually at first, but spiritually. It felt as though I could feel the walls breathing, and the stones beneath the floor humming with old magic. I saw threads of glowing lines running through the air like spider silk, weaving from object to object, or person to person. I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head, hoping it was all just a terrible dream.But when I opened them again, the threads were still there. I suddenl

Elara's POV I don't think I even lifted a hand yet the vase fell to the marble floor and shattered into pieces.Water splashed from the vase, soaking the rug while petals from the flower crushed beneath my feet. The white porcelain shards spread across the floor to the far wall and I stood frozen with my breath coming in short and sharp puffs as I stared at the destruction as if someone else had done it.I hadn't meant to destroy the vase and yet I did because the power had surged through my veins like lightening. It snapped like it had been looking for some sort of release.I dropped my hand helplessly beside me and gasped. My fingers trembled as I tugged at the sleeves of my gown. I saw as the mark pulsed faintly beneath my skin as though it was etched in silver and black.Every time my powers bursted without warning and out of control, the mark itched more and seemed to pulse.My chest tightened and I let go of the sleeve. "No...no, no", I whispered shaking my head as I backed awa

The silence that followed my words felt heavier than any declaration of war.Elara looked down at the pups in her arms, her jaw tightening as if she were holding something back that threatened to spill if she loosened her grip even slightly. The courtyard seemed to hold its breath with her. Even the wind stilled, the leaves above us barely stirring.“They already feel it,” she said finally, her voice low. “The pull. The eyes that aren’t here yet but are already watching.”My hands curled into fists at my sides. I didn’t ask her how she knew. I had learned long ago that Elara didn’t speak from fear or imagination. When she said something like that, it was because she had felt it in her bones.“Who?” I asked.She hesitated, and that alone was enough to tell me the answer would not be simple.“Not just one enemy,” she said. “Not just Bloodhound, or the packs circling us like vultures. There are… older things, Damion. Forces that remember what Moon Shield once was. What it could be again.

Damion’s POVElara stood near the window, her back to me.Morning light slipped through the tall panes and caught in her hair, and for a moment I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. Then I stepped closer and saw it clearly, the faint silver threading through the darker strands, subtle but undeniable, as though moonlight had tangled itself there and refused to let go.My chest tightened.“We keep this between us,” I said quietly.She turned then, slow and careful, as though sudden movement might set something off inside her. Her gaze searched my face. “Between us?”“Yes.” I nodded once. “What’s happening with the pups? Until we understand it fully.”Her shoulders loosened a fraction. “The council?”“They don’t need to know yet,” I said. “Not when they already fear what they don’t understand.”She studied me for a long moment, then gave a small nod. “Alright.”Silence settled again, fragile and tense. I hesitated before gesturing toward her hair.“Elara… your hair.”Her hand rose