All Chapters of My Alpha Buried the Wrong Luna: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

RONANThe territorial document had been sitting on my desk for nearly three hours, and I still hadn't decided whether it was the answer we needed or the beginning of another problem.The parchment looked genuine.That was what bothered me most.The seal belonged to the founding period. The ink had faded naturally, and the fibers had aged in a way that would have been difficult for anyone to imitate. Even the handwriting matched the examples we had recovered from the original council archive.If someone had forged it, they had done an extraordinary job.I placed the current Blackridge map beside it and studied the borders again.The difference was impossible to miss.The old document showed a wide stretch of land belonging to House Veylor. On the modern map, that same territory belonged to another family entirely. The river marked as the boundary had also changed.I called Cassian into the room."You've seen this before?"He leaned over the table."Not this particular document.""The s

KAELNoah found me in the archive before breakfast.He carried Adrian's journal beneath one arm and looked more serious than usual. I had been reviewing the territorial documents from the previous day, but the moment I saw the journal in his hands, I closed the file."You found something."Noah nodded."Something I missed before."He placed the journal on the table and opened it to several marked pages. The small symbol Adrian had drawn beside certain entries looked almost insignificant, but after Noah showed me the same mark in the founder records, it became difficult to ignore."You've seen this?""Not exactly this one," I said. "But something close."Noah pointed to the first marked entry."It appears beside places my father visited.""How many?""Seven that I've found.""And all of them connect to founder records?""Not directly."He hesitated."But they connect to decisions made during that period."I studied the pages more carefully.Adrian hadn't marked important names or polit

KAELBy morning, the claims against the Ninth Founder had become harder to ignore.Ronan had spent most of the night comparing the documents brought by the three families with the records already stored in the council archive. When I entered the investigation room, he was standing beside a table covered with maps, letters, and old seals.Elara had told me about the family who arrived yesterday. Their story still troubled me, especially the photograph carrying the same symbol we had found in Adrian's journal.I looked at Ronan."What did you find?"He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he pushed one document toward me."House Veylor's claim."I recognized the parchment from the previous investigation."The territorial document?""Yes.""And?"Ronan pulled another page from the pile."This is the original land register."I studied the writing.The difference was subtle, but it was there.The original register showed House Veylor receiving the disputed territory through a transfer appro

KAELFor several minutes after Elias spoke, nobody moved.The words remained in the room like a door none of us wanted to open.The Ninth Founder wasn't the last person to hold that authority.I looked at the records spread across the table. The old territorial claims, Adrian's journal, the founder registry, and the documents recovered from the sealed archives had seemed like separate pieces only hours earlier.Now they were beginning to fit.Cassian pulled the oldest founder register toward him."If someone received the authority after the Ninth Founder disappeared, there should be a transfer record.""There isn't," Ronan said."Not in the official archive."Cassian opened another volume.The pages contained names, dates, appointments, and succession decisions. Several entries had been altered, while others had been removed entirely.Elara leaned over the table."What are we looking for?""A change in authority," Cassian replied. "Something that explains who could make decisions in t

ELARAThe argument began before breakfast.I heard raised voices from the eastern courtyard while I was helping one of the healers sort medicine. By the time I reached the center of the House, several families had gathered around the fountain, divided into two clear groups.One side supported House Veylor.The other believed the disputed land had been taken from another family generations ago."They have the document!" a man shouted. "The council has returned the land because it was theirs."An older woman shook her head. "That document was altered. You know it was.""You only say that because your family wants the territory.""My family lost it!""And Veylor did too!"The argument grew louder.I stepped between them before anyone could move closer."Stop."The courtyard slowly fell silent.I looked at the families surrounding me."This House belongs to all of you. It is not a courtroom, and it will not become a battlefield."A man from House Veylor's group stepped forward."We aren't