All Chapters of My Alpha Buried the Wrong Luna: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

RONANThe roads looked different after the armies left.I had traveled through these same territories during the worst of the fighting, when every stretch of road had been filled with constant, urgent movement — warriors marching hard toward contested borders, messengers driving their horses at a pace that risked injuring the animals just to deliver word a few hours sooner, supply carts rattling past loaded with weapons and armor rather than the grain and cloth they might have carried in better years. Now, weeks after the signing at Blackridge, the roads had gone quiet in a way that felt strange to move through, and that particular quiet made the damage the war had left behind considerably easier to see than it had been while everything around it was still in motion.I arrived at Westfall shortly after sunrise, my horse's hooves the loudest sound on a road that would once, not so long ago, have been crowded with foot traffic long before this hour.The first thing I noticed, riding int

NOAHThe document from the distant pack remained on my desk long after everyone else had left the archive that evening, the lamplight around it burning low as the hours slipped past without my fully noticing their passage.I had read the first page three times without turning it over, unable to move past those opening lines to whatever waited on the reverse side. The paper itself was older than most of the records we had uncovered beneath Blackridge, its edges softened by age in a way that suggested careful handling across many years rather than neglect. There was no Keeper seal pressed into its surface, no founder's mark authenticating it, no political declaration waiting patiently on the other side to explain why it had been sent to me specifically. It was simply a letter, addressed directly to me by name, carried across considerable distance by a courier who likely had no idea what weight it actually carried.Elias stood near the doorway of the archive, giving me enough silence to

CASSIANThe hall had never held so many representatives at once.I stood near the entrance for a moment before taking my place at the center of the room, simply absorbing the sight of it, because I suspected I would want to remember exactly how it looked later, once the difficult work of the day had worn the novelty away. For the first time within living memory, Alphas who had spent generations defending their territories from one another, sometimes with words and sometimes with far worse, sat around the same table without an army waiting outside the doors to back up whatever position they'd come to argue for. There were no banners hanging from the rafters overhead to suggest that one bloodline held precedence over another, no ceremonial trappings designed to remind everyone present exactly where they stood in some inherited order of importance.The old council seal, the one that had hung on the far wall for longer than anyone currently living could remember it not being there, had be

CASSIAN I placed the final document in front of Kael, the ink still fresh where the last clause had been copied out by hand only an hour earlier, the parchment carrying that particular stiffness that comes before a document has been handled enough times to soften. Every other signature had already been added, each one placed carefully in the space designated for it, the names crowding closer together toward the bottom of the page than I'd originally anticipated when I first drafted the layout. Elara had signed for the sanctuary communities, her signature steady and unhurried, the same way she seemed to approach everything that mattered to her. Ronan had signed in support of the shared defense agreement he'd spent so many weeks building piece by careful piece between packs that had, not so long ago, counted each other among enemies. Noah had signed as well, though his signature carried a particular designation beneath it that I'd insisted on including at his own request — keeper of th

KAELRonan had already begun organizing the shared defense agreement between the packs by the time the ink on the larger document had fully dried, moving from the signing hall almost directly into a stack of correspondence he'd apparently been holding off on answering until the formal agreement was settled. It was still being tested in practice, every clause of it, and arguments over borders would certainly continue for months or years yet, old grievances not simply dissolving because a piece of parchment now governed how they'd be handled going forward. But something fundamental had shifted in how the warriors themselves were being trained. They were no longer taught, as a matter of course, to treat every neighboring territory as a potential enemy waiting for the right moment to strike. That single change, subtle as it might have seemed to anyone watching from outside, represented years of assumption finally being unwound.Cassian had returned to the council chamber almost immediatel