บททั้งหมดของ The Demoted Luna : บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Torin's POV I sat behind the dark oak desk in my private office, staring down at the endless stack of territorial defense reports and supply ledgers that had accumulated over the past seven days. The dim morning light filtered through the high arched window, casting long shadows across the littered parchment, but my mind was nowhere near the dry numbers on the pages. Ever since Nia was brought into the infirmary bleeding and unconscious, an unsettling weight had settled deep inside my chest, a quiet whisper of doubt that I fought every single second to smother under the weight of my devotion.My fingers tightened around my pen until the wood groaned under the pressure, my silver eyes tracing the same line of text three times without absorbing a single word. I rubbed my aching temples with my thumb and forefinger, letting out a heavy, exhausted sigh that echoed in the quiet sanctuary of the room. I wanted so desperately to believe that the woman resting in the eastern wing was the very

Narek's POV The icy wind swept through the high stone archways of the eastern corridor, carrying the sharp scent of oncoming rain. I stood near the heavy wooden doors of the primary council room, my arms crossed tightly over my leather harness as I watched the woman who called herself Nia walk down the hallway. Something about the subtle cadence of her steps had been gnawing at my instincts for days. The real Nia moved with a light, graceful dignity, but this female walked with a subtle, heavy hesitation that no amount of soft silk dresses could hide.She stopped several paces away from me, her silver eyes widening slightly in mock surprise as she held a small wooden tray loaded with teacups against her chest. "Is there a specific reason why you are staring at me so intently this morning, Beta Narek?" she asked, her voice dripping with a gentle, artificial warmth that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. "You have been following my movements through the upper halls for nearl

Rapheal's POV I stood silently near the cold stone wall of the lower canal parapet, my fingers tracing the damp grooves in the ancient masonry as I watched the secondary guard patrol march past my assigned post. My mind was spinning with an intense, chaotic mix of urgency and tactical calculation after hearing Kiera's desperate message through our brief mental connection. Nia was being systematically drained of her life force inside that hidden incense room, and I knew with absolute certainty that every single second I wasted standing around acting like a common dock laborer brought her closer to an agonizing death.Once the sound of the patrolling sentinels' heavy iron boots faded into the dark archway down the hall, I quickly slipped into an unlit alcove hidden behind a massive wooden support pillar. I unbuttoned my heavy linen tunic, reaching deep into the hidden leather lining of my travel pack to pull out the compact demolition charges and alchemical blasting caps I had managed

Third Person POV The icy waters of the mountain river roared violently against the jagged rock faces, dragging the battered bodies of Gamma Raphael, Nia, and Kiera through the dark, rushing current. Raphael fought with every remaining ounce of his physical strength to keep Nia’s frail head above the freezing surface, his right arm locked securely around her waist while his left hand gripped Kiera’s waterlogged tunic. They were washed downstream for nearly two miles before the raging waters finally deposited them onto a muddy gravel bank at the southern edge of the Blood Thorne border checkpoint.A squad of eight heavily armed Blood Thorne sentinels, patrolling the riverbank under the pale moonlight, spotted the three figures collapsing onto the shore. The patrol commander recognized Raphael’s broad shoulders and military crest immediately, shouting orders for his men to lower their weapons and rush forward with warm blankets and medical stretchers. Within minutes, the exhausted survi

Epilogue Five full years had passed since the dark, oppressive shadow of Malakai was purged from the sanctuary, and the land of the Blood Thorne pack had transformed into a thriving haven of unprecedented peace and unity. The formal merger with the remnants of the Dark Crest Moon territory had brought thousands of families together under one glorious banner, creating the most powerful and prosperous pack in the entire northern alliance. Sunlight streamed through the high stained glass windows of the central council hall, casting brilliant hues of amber and violet over the marble floorboards where pack elders, warriors, and common citizens gathered to celebrate the half decade anniversary of their united reign.Sitting proudly upon the elevated wooden throne at the head of the hall, Alpha Torin looked down at his people with a deep sense of contentment warming his chest. Beside him sat Luna Nia, dressed in an elegant gown of deep emerald silk that draped beautifully over her noticeabl