Todos los capítulos de My Alpha Buried the Wrong Luna: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

ELARAThe first warning came from the eastern watchtower just after sunset.One of the scouts hurried into the main hall, rain dripping from his cloak and his breathing still uneven from the climb."Elara, there are riders approaching."I looked toward the windows. The House of Aurelis had already settled into its evening routine. Children were being called inside, healers were finishing their work, and families were gathering around the dining tables. Nobody had expected trouble tonight."How many?""About twenty."Ronan entered behind the scout, already fastening the straps of his weapons."They're armed."The room changed immediately. Conversations stopped, and several adults moved toward the doors while the older children were guided away from the windows."Do we know who they are?" I asked.Ronan shook his head."They're carrying different banners. Some are from packs that recently recognized House Arven."My stomach tightened."Why would they come here?""We're about to find out

KAELWe left Blackridge before sunrise.Noah's discovery from Adrian's journal had given us a direction, but not much else. The pack that had refused the old succession system had no name in the current council records, and Adrian had deliberately avoided writing its location plainly. He had only left a series of old landmarks in the margin: a river that bent around black stones, a ruined watchtower, and a valley where the northern road disappeared into the forest.Ronan had helped us match the descriptions to an old map.The place was nearly a day's journey from Blackridge.By late afternoon, the road had narrowed to a dirt trail surrounded by thick pine trees. We eventually reached a wooden bridge crossing a shallow river. Beyond it stood a small settlement hidden between the hills.There were no grand walls.No watchtowers.No banners announcing the strength of the pack.The houses were simple, and several families were working together in a field near the river."This is it," Rona

KAELBy sunrise, the political map had changed.House Arven was no longer simply a family making an ancestral claim. Seven packs had recognized its restored authority, and several others were openly considering the same decision. Alpha Garrick's withdrawal from my alliance had added another fracture, while the House of Aurelis had become the one place where supporters and opponents of the old system could still meet without immediately turning against one another.I stood in the council chamber with Cassian, Ronan, and several other Alphas as reports continued arriving from the territories."House Arven has established a formal council of its own," Cassian said. "They're calling it the Bloodline Assembly."Ronan placed another report on the table."Three more packs are reviewing their ancestral records. If they recognize Arven, the restored bloodline will have enough support to demand permanent representation."I looked at the growing pile of documents."They've moved faster than I ex

KAELThe meeting was held beneath an old stone arch where three territories met.I had chosen the place carefully. There were no council buildings nearby, no banners, and no permanent guards belonging to any of the three packs. Only a wide stretch of grass separated the representatives, with the disputed valley visible beyond the northern ridge. If this meeting failed, I wanted everyone to be able to leave without feeling trapped.Ronan stood several yards behind me with a small group of Blackridge warriors. They were there for protection, not intimidation. I had made that clear before we arrived.Across the field, the three Alphas approached with their own representatives.Dalen of Redbrook came first. He looked tired but willing to listen. Rowan of Pinecrest followed, his expression guarded after recently withdrawing from my alliance. The third Alpha, Marek of Westfall, arrived last. He had said very little since the border mobilization began, which made him the one I watched most c

NOAHThe injured Redbrook warrior was still awake when I returned to the treatment room that afternoon.His name was Taren. He was young, perhaps only a few years older than me, and his left arm had been wrapped tightly by one of the healers. A shallow cut crossed his cheek, but the wound on his arm was worse. He sat against the wall while a healer prepared another bandage.When he noticed me, he straightened."You're Noah."I nodded."Yes.""Adrian's son."There it was again.My father's name had a way of arriving before I did."I want to ask you about the attack," I said.Taren glanced toward the healer."Ronan already asked me.""I know. I want to understand something he may not have asked."The healer looked between us before moving to another table. Taren waited until she was out of earshot."What do you want to know?""Who attacked you?"His expression tightened."I don't know.""Then tell me what you remember."Taren looked toward the window."We were moving along the western e