Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Alpha Buried the Wrong Luna: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

KAEL“Who are they?”Selene stood near the cold fireplace, staring at the ashes of the letter she had tried to burn. I had asked her the same question before, but this time I had no patience left for half-truths.She folded her arms across herself. “I told you, I can’t say.”“You said they promised Elara would only be removed.”Her face changed at the sound of Elara’s name.I stepped closer. “You knew someone was planning to remove my mate from her position. You knew before the fire. So I will ask once more. Who are they?”Selene looked toward the door.“Noah is with his tutor,” I said. “He cannot hear us.”“That is not what I’m afraid of.”Her answer made my anger colder.I waited.At last, she sat down. “I did not return to Blackridge alone.”“I know.”“No. You don’t.” She rubbed her hands together. “When Noah started asking about his father, I wanted to come back. I had wanted to for years, but I was afraid you would refuse to see me.”“So someone helped you.”She nodded.“They arr

KAELThe second blood test arrived before sunrise.I opened the report in my private office with the independent healer standing across from me. The real samples had reached her clinic safely through the hidden route I arranged. No council officer had touched them. Cassian did not know the test existed, and Selene had not been told.I expected a simple answer.Instead, the healer said, “Alpha, we have a problem.”I looked up from the report. “Am I Noah’s father?”She hesitated.That alone filled me with fear.“Answer me.”“The result does not support direct biological fatherhood in the normal way.”I stared at her.For several seconds, I heard nothing except the low fire behind me. Then I looked down at the numbers again.“What does that mean?”“It means the first result cannot be trusted as a clear answer.”I pushed the report across the desk. “The first test gave 99.8 percent.”“I know.”“And this one?”“This one shows a close biological connection, but several markers do not fit di

KAELThe message reached my desk without a sender’s name.It came inside a small packet of copied records gathered through a neutral contact. Most concerned council routes and hidden transfers, but one sentence caught my attention because it had been marked twice.The heartbeat is still stronger than expected.I read it again.It meant nothing to me.The notes beneath it meant more. Someone had linked the message to pregnancy, unusual development, and a restricted bloodline. I was still studying them when Maeve entered my office to discuss Noah’s recovery.I pushed the paper toward her.“Have you ever seen this before?”Maeve looked down.Her face changed.It happened so quickly that another man might have missed it. Her fingers stopped above the page, and the color left her cheeks.“Where did you get this?”I stood. “You know it.”She did not answer.“Maeve.”Her eyes remained fixed on the sentence. “These words are connected to Elara.”The room went silent.“What do you mean?”Maeve

ELARAI had already waited most of my life for answers about my mother. I would not wait again.Two days after Ronan showed me the location record, we left Greyhaven before sunrise. The paper was dated eleven years after Liora’s supposed death, and I carried a copy inside my coat. Ronan had argued that we needed more time to check the route. I reminded him that someone had reopened my Aurelis file before Selene arrived at Blackridge.Time had never protected me.We travelled as ordinary traders. Ronan used the name Rowan Hale, while I remained Eira Vale. I had grown used to answering to it, though each time someone called me Eira, I felt as if I were borrowing another woman’s life.The location lay several hours north of Greyhaven, beyond a small farming settlement. I had imagined many things during the journey. A hidden council building. A guarded compound. Perhaps an abandoned clinic with sealed records.Instead, we found an old two-storey house beside a narrow river.Its white pain

ELARAWe had barely returned to Greyhaven when Ronan received the warning.I was still thinking about Room Seven, the three-line crescent carved beneath the drawer, and the small letter beside it. I had wanted time to decide whether the E meant anything at all. Instead, Ronan entered the archive before breakfast with a sealed note in his hand.“We have a problem.”I looked up from Liora’s records. “What happened?”He placed the note before me. “A contact found the surname Vale in old protected relocation files.”For a moment, I did not understand why that mattered.Then I remembered my own name.Eira Vale.“What kind of files?”“Witness protection. Emergency transfers. Relocated women. People moved between packs under sealed council orders.”I stared at him. “Vale is a common surname.”“Sometimes.”The way he said it made my stomach tighten.Ronan opened another folder and spread several copied records across the table. Different first names appeared on each page, but the surname rema