All Chapters of My Alpha Buried the Wrong Luna: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

KAELThe Keeper stood beneath the dim light of the archive, holding the original succession charter as though it were something far heavier than an old piece of parchment had any right to be. The chamber around them felt smaller than it should have, the shelves of hidden history pressing in from every side, the air thick with dust that hadn't been disturbed in longer than either of us had been alive. After everything we had uncovered — the altered clauses, the buried comparisons, the years Adrian had spent quietly proving what the Keepers had spent generations hiding — I had braced myself for resistance. I expected them to defend the charter, to threaten its destruction rather than let it fall into hands they didn't control.Instead, they simply watched me, unhurried, as though they'd already made their peace with however this ended."You know what this represents," the Keeper said."I know what you want it to represent," I answered, stepping further into the chamber, close enough now

CASSIAN The council chamber had never felt so uncertain. I had walked into this room more times than I could count over the past several months, and always before, whatever the disagreement of the day happened to be, there had been a kind of bedrock underneath it — an unspoken agreement that the council itself belonged here, that its authority to settle matters was simply a fact of the world the way weather was a fact, not something anyone needed to argue about before getting to the actual argument. For generations, its walls had witnessed decisions made with that particular kind of confidence, the confidence of people who never had to ask where their right to decide had come from in the first place. Now the same room, with the same worn stone and the same long table scarred by centuries of use, was filled with people arguing over whether the council should exist at all. The succession system had been challenged in front of every pack that cared to look. The archive had been opened,

ELARAThe House of Aurelis had never been this full.I had walked its corridors at every hour of the day and night over the past weeks, and still the sheer weight of people crowded into its rooms caught me off guard each morning, as though I hadn't fallen asleep the night before to the sound of children crying somewhere down the hall and woken to the smell of too many meals being prepared in a kitchen built for far fewer mouths. For weeks now, families had arrived carrying whatever they could manage to save from territories the fighting had touched — some with wagons still loaded with furniture they couldn't bring themselves to leave behind, others with nothing at all beyond the clothes on their backs and whatever fit into a single bag slung over one shoulder.Some came with injured relatives carried on makeshift stretchers, their bandages already soaked through by the time they reached our gates. Others arrived with children too young to understand why they were leaving home, or elde

ELARAThat night, I was preparing to leave the courtyard, the lists finally gathered and tucked beneath my arm, when several young women approached me from the direction of the kitchens, their steps hesitant in a way that told me they'd been working up the nerve to speak with me for longer than the walk across the courtyard had taken.I recognized most of them immediately. They had spent much of the conflict helping wherever help was needed most — the kitchens during the worst of the crowding, the infirmary when the healers were stretched too thin to manage alone, the children's rooms on nights when frightened, displaced kids needed someone patient enough to sit with them until they finally slept. I had watched several of them grow into that work over the weeks, taking on responsibility nobody had formally assigned them simply because someone needed to and they happened to be present.The youngest of the group stepped forward slightly ahead of the others, her hands twisting together i

NOAHFor the first time, Adrian's legacy didn't feel like something sitting heavily on my shoulders, waiting to crush me the moment I stopped holding it up through sheer effort of will.It felt like something I could actually choose to carry, on my own terms, in whatever shape made sense to me rather than the shape everyone else kept trying to press it into.That afternoon, once Kael had gone to attend to whatever else demanded his attention, I walked alone through the archive and stopped beside the section containing Father's copied records — the same shelves Elias and I had first uncovered together, the wood still bearing the careful labels Adrian had written in his own hand years before either of us had known any of this existed. I remembered, standing there in the quiet, how angry I had once been at him for keeping so much hidden from me. I had believed, for longer than I liked admitting now, that he had left me a burden without giving me the knowledge necessary to understand its