All Chapters of Queen of Wolves : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ALUNA'S POV At first, I thought it had nothing to do with me.That was how it always began. Something shifted in the pack, the air turned heavy, people whispered behind hands, and I learned to make myself smaller and quieter until the storm passed. Silence was survival. Pretending was easier than hoping.So when the strange tension settled over the pack after the coronation and wedding, I told myself the same lie.It doesn’t concern you, Aluna.Keep your head down. Do your work. Breathe.But days passed.Then weeks.And the silence didn’t lift.It thickened.People stopped arguing openly. Laughter vanished first, then idle chatter, then even casual insults. Wolves paced behind their humans with ears pinned back. Guards doubled. Elders gathered more often and stayed longer behind closed doors. Even the air felt tight, like the forest itself was holding its breath.And everywhere I went, conversations died.Not loudly. Not dramatically.They simply… stopped.I would enter a room and w

ALUNA'S POV That night, I lay on what the pack called a bed.It was nothing more than a thin mattress stretched over weak wood, tucked into a corner of a room that never truly felt like mine. The blanket smelled faintly of dust and old soap, and no matter how I shifted, the wooden frame pressed into my ribs.I stared at the ceiling, my eyes burning but refusing to close.This was my life.No this had always been my life.I thought about everything I had endured in this pack. The whispers. The stares. The way people spoke to me like I was a thing that might break or curse them if touched wrong. I tried to imagine leaving this place, being taken away by strangers who looked at me like prey dressed as a prize.I didn’t belong here.But at least here, I wasn’t dead.Yet.If I left… I didn’t know what waited for me. I didn’t even know if I would survive the journey, let alone whatever fate the Crimson Fang Alpha had already decided for me.Fear crept into my chest, cold and heavy.I pulle

ALUNA’S POVJust when I was about to reply to Grace when the words were finally gathering courage in my throat the doors burst open.The sound was violent. Wood slamming against stone. A sharp gasp rippled through the hall, but it wasn’t fear that struck me first. It was dread. The kind that crawls up your spine before your mind understands why.A man stumbled in.No ran.He fell hard at Alpha Wilson’s feet, his knees hitting the floor with a sound so raw it echoed through the hall. Tears streamed freely down his face. Not the quiet kind. These were the kind that came from a place long past dignity, long past pride. The kind you cry when you have already lost everything and are begging fate not to take the last thing too.“My Alpha,” he sobbed, bowing until his forehead pressed against the cold stone. “Please. I beg you. Return my mate to me.”The hall went silent.My breath hitched. I didn’t know why yet, but something about the way he said mate not possession, not entitlement, but

ALUNA'S POV When I finally tore my gaze away from the land and forced myself to look back at Alpha Ryder, I saw him walking away with his beta as though nothing significant had just happened. As though a life had not been ended in front of us. His steps were unhurried, confident, the stride of a man who never once doubted his control. Lynne leaned slightly toward him, murmuring something low and private. Ryder listened without breaking pace, his expression unreadable, detached.They stopped when a woman approached them.She came forward with deliberate grace, her head bowed, her waist slightly bent, her hands folded neatly behind her back. The posture was flawless submission. If I did not know the kind of pack this was, I might have believed she was gentle. Loyal. Harmless.Lynne spoke to her briefly. She nodded at once. Ryder did not spare her more than a glance before he continued walking. The beta followed.The woman remained bowed even after they disappeared from sight.One minut

DALTON'S POVMy mother was not pacing, but she might as well have been. She stood near the long table, fingers pressed against its edge, her shoulders too stiff for comfort. My father sat across from her, calm in appearance, but the crease between his brows betrayed him.They both looked up at once.“You went to see her,” my mother said.Not a question.I closed the distance slowly and took my seat opposite them. “Yes.”Silence fell like a weight between us.My father leaned back slightly. “And?”I exhaled. I had faced wars, rebellions, and full moon madness. Yet speaking about what the priestess said felt heavier than all of it.“She spoke of the Blood Moon,” I said.My mother’s fingers tightened against the table. “That prophecy ended generations ago.”“So I believed.”My father’s voice was even. “Explain.”I dragged a hand through my hair. The images of the chamber returned to me unbidden. The smoke. The cold air. The way her voice echoed as though spoken from two places at once.“