Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Alpha Buried the Wrong Luna: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

KAELThe room remained silent after Cassian explained that the old succession clause had already been activated. It wasn't the kind of silence that comes from having nothing to say. It was the kind that comes from everyone in the room understanding the same terrible thing at once and not wanting to be the first to give it words. The Keepers had spent generations preserving a system that should have died out quietly, buried under the weight of its own irrelevance, and now that system had found a legal path straight back into the world, dressed up in language old enough to sound inevitable. Even if we exposed every person responsible for reviving it, the laws themselves would remain. The records would remain. The bloodline claims, meticulously preserved through centuries of careful copying, would remain. Someone else, years from now, could simply reach into the same archive and pull the same lever again.Ronan was the first to break the silence, pushing back from the table with the restl

RONANThe first arrow struck the outer wall before the attacking force had even reached the road.It wasn't enough to cause real damage — a single shaft skidding off stone and clattering harmlessly into the dirt below — but it changed the entire mood along the defenses in an instant, the way a single spark changes a room full of dry kindling even before any real fire catches. Warriors along the Blackridge line raised their shields on pure instinct, while others scrambled toward the positions they'd been assigned hours earlier, half-forgotten in the tense waiting that had stretched since dawn. Across the valley, the advancing force didn't slow at the sight of our readiness. If anything, they pressed forward with more urgency, weapons drawn, formation tight enough that I could tell whoever commanded them had trained them well.I climbed onto the nearest section of the wall, my boots finding the familiar grooves worn into the stone by generations of defenders before me, and looked down at

NOAH For several seconds, I could only stare at the shelves bearing my father's name.The letters were small, unassuming, carved into a plain wooden marker that someone could easily have walked past without a second look. But I had spent enough hours with Adrian's journal by now to recognize his handwriting anywhere, even reduced to a few burned-in characters on old wood, and something in my chest went very still the moment I understood what I was looking at.The archive around us had been preserved for generations — that much I already knew from the stories, from the reverence in the way Elias spoke about it, from the sheer weight of history pressed into every shelf we'd passed on the way here. But this section looked different from everything else. Where the rest of the archive felt ancient, worn smooth by centuries of careful handling, this corner looked deliberate in a way that had nothing to do with age. The boxes were arranged with an almost obsessive precision, their labels wri

MERINMerin reached the restoration camp before sunset, but he could already feel that something had shifted beneath him, the way you feel weather changing before the first cloud appears on the horizon. The warriors who had once greeted him with open confidence — hands raised, voices calling his name across the camp — now watched him with something closer to caution, their eyes following him a beat too long before dropping away, their conversations lowering to whispers the moment he passed within earshot. Several of the old bloodline leaders had gathered near the command tent, and not one of them looked pleased to see him arrive. The movement still carried his name stitched into every banner and every rallying cry, but increasingly, he was beginning to understand, its decisions were being made by people who no longer believed they needed his permission to make them.He pushed the tent flap aside and stepped in to find six leaders clustered around a large map of the northern territories

KAELThe council's proclamation had barely been read when the first horn sounded from the northern wall.It cut through the hall before anyone had time to fully absorb what the sealed document in Cassian's hands actually meant. A second horn answered it from the western gate, and a third rose from somewhere down in the valley, overlapping the first two until the sound became one long, unbroken warning. The army that had separated from the larger force was no longer content to wait at a distance. Thousands of warriors began moving toward Blackridge at once, their banners disappearing beneath the dust their own march kicked into the air, so that from the wall it looked less like an approaching army than like a storm rolling in low across the ground.Kael folded the council's proclamation without reading it a second time and pressed it back into Cassian's hands. "Keep that safe. If we survive this, they'll have to answer for claiming the archive before anyone else even had the chance to