Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Alpha Buried the Wrong Luna: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

“Run.”I stared at the silver blade beneath her ribs.“No.”The woman grabbed the edge of the hidden passage to steady herself. Blood darkened her clothes, spreading slowly beneath her cloak.“Elara, get inside.”“You saved my life. I’m not leaving you here.”A bitter breath escaped her. “If you stay, we both die.”Behind us, the masked attacker moved through the smoke. I could no longer see him clearly, but I heard furniture scraping as he recovered from the fall.I pulled the woman’s arm over my shoulder.“Then we leave together.”She tried to resist, but her strength was fading. I guided her through the opening in the wall and felt along the darkness until my foot found narrow stone steps.The passage descended beneath the storage room.Above us, fire consumed the estate.Each explosion sent dust falling from the ceiling. The woman stumbled twice before we reached the bottom, and the second time she nearly dragged us both to the ground.“Stop,” she whispered.“We keep moving.”“You

KAELBlackridge’s mourning bells began before sunrise.The first strike rolled across the pack grounds, deep and slow. By the third, people had gathered outside their homes. By the sixth, every wolf in Blackridge knew what the council had announced.The Luna was dead.I stood at the window of my office and watched servants remove her banners from the central courtyard. No one had ordered them to do it. Tradition demanded that a dead Luna’s colors be lowered until burial, but seeing the black-and-silver cloth disappear felt like watching Elara being erased.Behind me, council members spoke in low voices about security, succession, and public panic.I heard none of it clearly.I had not slept.Each time I closed my eyes, I saw Elara leaving my office between two guards. She had not cried. She had not begged me to change my decision. I had mistaken her silence for acceptance when it had been something else.Something final.One sentence kept returning.There is something you need to know

KAELElara was buried under her own name.I stood beside the grave while Blackridge mourned a woman I had sent away less than three days earlier. Rain darkened the shoulders of my coat, but I barely noticed it. Around me, hundreds of pack members filled the burial grounds in complete silence.The coffin remained closed.Maeve had advised against anyone seeing the body. The fire had taken too much, she said, and I had not argued. I had already seen enough in the ashes.Noah stood near Selene, holding her hand. He looked smaller than usual in his black coat. Once, his eyes met mine, and he lowered his head as if he carried guilt no child should understand.Then Cassian stepped forward.“Elara Voss served Blackridge with strength and devotion,” he began. “In grief, we must remember that a pack survives by standing together.”My jaw tightened.I hated every word.Not because they were false, but because they sounded clean. There was nothing clean about Elara’s death. Someone had chained t

ELARA“What do you mean, unusual?”The healer lowered the notes but did not answer immediately. I pushed myself higher against the pillows, ignoring the pain in my ribs.“You said my baby is alive.”“She is.”My breath caught. “She?”The healer paused. “Too early to confirm with certainty. Forgive me. I meant the pup.”I placed a hand over my stomach. “Then explain.”“The heartbeat is unusually strong for this stage. More than that, your body recovered from the bleeding faster than I expected.” She glanced at her notes. “After the smoke you inhaled, the blood loss, and the distance you traveled, I prepared for a much worse outcome.”“But you said the pup is healthy.”“As far as every examination shows.”Relief moved through me, warm and painful at once.“Then that is enough for now.”The healer seemed ready to argue, but a knock interrupted her. Ronan Ashford entered before she reached the door.He had changed from his field coat into dark clothes marked with Greyhaven’s crest. His ex

ELARA Three days after I nearly bled out in the northern woods, the wound on my arm had almost closed. I noticed it while changing clothes. The cut had come from torn metal near the tunnel exit. At least, that was what I remembered. A thin silver fragment had been lodged in the wound when Greyhaven’s healer examined me, and she had warned that it would heal slowly. Werewolves recovered quickly from ordinary injuries. Silver was different. I ran a finger beside the fading wound. The skin was still tender, but the deep cut had narrowed to a pale red line. Something was wrong. The healer arrived before noon carrying a leather case and the same guarded expression I had begun to recognize. I had learned her name was Tessa, though in front of anyone outside Ronan’s trusted circle, she called me Eira. She examined my arm first. Her fingers paused. “This was deeper three days ago.” “I know.” Tessa looked at me. “Any fever?” “No.” “Pain?” “Less every morning.” She listened to