Semua Bab After the Rejection I Became His Luna: Bab 31 - Bab 40

We returned to Crescent Ridge exhausted but victorious. The pack greeted us with howls of celebration. Word had spread about Martin’s capture. About the evidence we’d gathered. About justice served.But I didn’t feel victorious. I felt hollow. Drained. Like I’d given everything and had nothing left.“You need rest,” Sarah said, taking one look at me. “Real rest. Not just a night’s sleep.”“I need to review the pack business. Check reports. Make sure everything ran smoothly while I was gone.”“Everything ran perfectly. Ghost and I handled it.” She physically steered me toward my quarters. “You’re taking three days off. Minimum. No arguments.”I was too tired to argue. For three days, I did nothing. Slept. Ate. Sat in the sun. Let my body and mind heal from months of constant stress.Kaden stayed with me. Not hovering. Just present. Reading while I napped. Bringing me food. Existing quietly beside me.On the fourth day, I finally felt like myself again. Strong. Clear-headed. Ready to re

Northern Pines transformed over five days. What had been a peaceful territory became a fortress. Warriors from a dozen allied packs arrived to help. Traps were set along every approach. Scouts positioned in trees. Everyone prepared for the attack we knew was coming.Diana’s pack handled the pressure well. They’d survived Victor’s cruelty. This was different but familiar. Another fight for survival.“Your wolves are brave,” I told Diana as we surveyed the defenses.“They’re motivated. You gave us a second chance at a good life. We won’t let some mysterious attackers take that away.” She pointed to the main compound. “I’ve moved our vulnerable wolves to the reinforced bunker. Pups, elderly, injured. They’ll be safe there no matter what happens above ground.”“Good thinking.” I marked it on my tactical map. “What about records? Anything valuable they might be searching for?”“Just standard pack documents. Nothing unusual. Though…” She hesitated. “There is one thing. When you removed Vict

The trials started three weeks later. Twenty six conspirators facing charges ranging from conspiracy to commit murder to treason against the Continental Council. The proceedings were broadcast across all pack territories. Everyone would witness justice being served.I testified on the first day. Six months pregnant now. Visibly showing. A living reminder of what was at stake.“State your name for the record,” the Council magistrate said.“Aria Silvermoon. Alpha of Crescent Ridge Pack. Daughter of Marius and Celeste Silvermoon.”The courtroom was packed. Hundreds of wolves watching. Cameras recording everything.“Tell us what you discovered about your parents’ deaths.”I told it all. The safe in Victor’s quarters. The conspiracy list. The attack teams sent to destroy evidence. The confessions from captured mercenaries. Every detail laid bare.The conspirators’ lawyers tried to discredit me. Called me biased. Suggested I’d fabricated evidence for revenge.But then other witnesses testif

Celeste was five years old when everything changed again.It started innocently enough. A routine pack gathering where Celeste, now confident and outgoing, was playing with other young wolves. She’d made friends despite her unusual status. Children who saw past the guards and the expectations to the girl underneath.“Watch me, Mama!” she called out, climbing a tree with the agility of a wolf twice her age.“Be careful!” I called back, even though I knew she was perfectly capable. Her balance and coordination were exceptional, another gift of her bloodline.But then one of the other pups, a boy named Liam, slipped from a branch. He was falling toward a nasty landing when Celeste reacted.Silver light burst from her hands. Not the wild, uncontrolled power of a toddler. This was focused. Deliberate. The light caught Liam mid-fall, cushioning him gently to the ground.The entire gathering went silent. Watching.Celeste climbed down calmly. “You okay, Liam?”“Y-yeah. Thanks, Celeste.” He s

Life after the ritual was complicated in ways I hadn’t anticipated. Celeste carried the binding now, yes. But she also carried something else. Knowledge. Ancient memories that weren’t her own. Visions of past Silver Moon Alphas who’d served as guardians before her.“There were so many,” she told me one morning, her voice distant. “Grandma and Grandpa were just the last. But before them… hundreds. Thousands. All the way back to the beginning.”“Do they speak to you?” I asked carefully. We were in the garden, away from others. These conversations felt too private for public spaces.“Not exactly. More like… I remember things they knew. Feel things they felt. It’s like I’m connected to everyone who came before.” She plucked a flower absently. “They’re proud of me. But also worried.”“Worried about what?”“About me being so young. About the binding being different now. About…” She hesitated. “About what comes next.”“What comes next?”Celeste looked at me with those galaxy-filled eyes. “Th