All Chapters of The Jilted Luna : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Carlisle came down the stairs with long, quick strides, his face locked into a cold expression that gave nothing away. Sylas followed a few steps behind him, quiet as always, though his sharp eyes missed nothing. Something about Carlisle had changed the moment he left that room. The air around him felt tense, almost suffocating, like a man forcing himself to keep moving before his thoughts swallowed him whole. For several seconds, the only sound between them was the echo of footsteps against the stone floor. Then Sylas finally spoke. "Alpha Carlisle, the Royal Convoy has arrived. They’re resting in their suites now. If you wish to speak with them, I can arrange a meeting." Carlisle did not even glance back at him. "No need." The answer came immediately, flat and cold enough to end the conversation on the spot. Sylas raised a brow slightly but continued anyway. "Then what about Miss Raquel’s condition? Do you wish to check on her? Or should I inform the Royal Convoy of the situati

"Sylas."Carlisle’s voice was steady, but there was something firm underneath it that immediately told Sylas this was not a request."Come with me to the office."Without another word, Carlisle turned and continued down the stairs. His pace remained quick, almost restless. Earlier, he had intended to go to Victoria’s garden, but that thought had been pushed aside for now. There were too many things unraveling at once, too many questions circling in his mind, and he needed answers before his thoughts drove him insane.Behind him, Sylas frowned slightly.The sudden change in Carlisle’s attitude made no sense. One moment the Alpha looked like he was on the verge of collapsing under guilt, and the next he had pulled himself together again, cold and focused like before.Sylas could not understand what was happening inside Carlisle’s head, but he hid every trace of confusion behind a blank expression and followed him silently.The moment they entered the Alpha’s office, the scent of fresh c

Before Sylas could even process what he had just heard, Carlisle continued speaking. "The worst part was..." He stopped briefly, his expression tightening. "She was already pregnant when I found her." His voice came out lower this time, rough with something that sounded painfully close to pity. "I was horrified." Carlisle looked away for a moment, like the memory itself was difficult to face. "She never told me who the father was. Every time I asked, she shut down completely. I tried asking how long she’d been trapped there too, but she avoided that question just as much." His jaw tightened harder. "And when I pushed for answers... she didn’t even argue with my assumptions." A bitter look crossed his face. "She just laughed." Sylas frowned slightly. Carlisle let out a slow breath before continuing. "It wasn’t a happy laugh either. It sounded..." He searched for the words. "Broken. Like she had already given up on herself a long time ago." Even now, he could still

Carlisle and the others found the arrangement far more acceptable than they had expected. Holding the front lines and drawing the vampires’ attention was dangerous, but it was a danger they understood. It was a battle they could see coming. Sneaking into the fortress was an entirely different matter. Once a team crossed those walls, they would be completely on their own. No reinforcements would come. No rescue party would arrive. If things went wrong, they would die surrounded by enemies, and no amount of shouting would bring help.Compared to that, remaining outside and creating a distraction felt like the safer end of the bargain.With everyone eventually reaching an agreement, the meeting came to an end. The Alphas and their representatives stepped out of the tent and returned to their respective camps. Morning had only recently begun, and the camp was unusually quiet. Warriors could be seen sleeping beneath wooden overhangs, while others rested inside their tents, taking advantage

Marcus had intentionally increased the portion size before bringing the meal over. Carlisle was an Alpha, and even among werewolves he was larger and stronger than most. A body like his demanded an enormous amount of energy, especially when he spent nearly every day fighting on the front lines. The power Alphas possessed came with a cost. Every battle, every transformation, and every swing of a weapon burned through far more energy than an ordinary wolf would ever need. If Carlisle failed to eat properly, his strength would suffer, his reactions would slow, and sooner or later it would affect his performance in combat. Out here, where a single mistake could cost lives, that wasn’t something anyone could afford. The meat floating in the soup had been preserved through smoking and drying. Fresh meat rarely lasted long enough to be useful during a campaign, so most packs depended heavily on preserved food to keep their supplies from spoiling. The drawback was that dried meat became tou