Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Alpha Buried the Wrong Luna: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

ELARATessa called me back to the medical wing the next morning.I found her surrounded by old papers, copied archive pages, and two medical books that looked ready to fall apart. She had spent the night comparing the Aurelis fragments we found with my treatment records.The moment I entered, I knew she had discovered something.“Is the baby all right?”“Yes,” she said quickly. “The heartbeat is steady.”Relief came first, but it did not last. Tessa closed the door and asked me to sit beside the examination table.“I need to explain something carefully,” she said. “And I need you to understand that some of these records are incomplete.”“Tell me what you know.”She placed one of the copied pages between us. The three-line crescent appeared near the top.“Werewolf traits do not always show in the same way. Some bloodline features are clear from childhood. Others remain quiet for years.”“Like Aurelis?”“Possibly.”I disliked the uncertainty, but at least she was not pretending to know

ELARAThe description of the man who had followed my mother’s trail bothered me before I understood why.Nessa remembered little about him. He was tall, perhaps in his early forties, with short brown hair and a thin scar near his left ear. He wore an ordinary travelling coat and gave no name. What stayed with her was the way he asked questions.“He already knew which records he wanted,” she had said. “He was not searching. He was checking.”That difference followed me back to Greyhaven.I sat across from Ronan in the archive, trying to place the face in my memory. A scar near the ear. Quiet voice. Council manners.Then it came to me.“I have seen him.”Ronan looked up. “Where?”“Blackridge.”The word felt strange now.I closed my eyes briefly, searching through old council meetings and administrative visits. I remembered the man standing outside a closed session months before Selene returned. He had carried sealed files between offices while I waited to review a dispute involving two

KAEL The name meant nothing. The handwriting meant everything. I remained beside the inn register long after Darius finished speaking. The woman behind the counter had returned to her work, but I could not take my eyes off the correction written above the room number. Eira Vale. A false name. Yet the small change to the register carried habits I knew too well. Elara always wrote quickly, but she never left a mistake uncorrected. When she crossed out a word or number, she used one clean line instead of scratching over it. Even the way she wrote the number seven—with a short line across the middle—had become familiar after years of reading reports she prepared for council meetings. I had noticed those details without ever thinking they would matter. Now they were all I had. "Darius," I said quietly, "we're taking this page." He looked toward the innkeeper. "She may object." "We'll copy the entire register and leave it with her. I only need this page examined." The innkeeper

KAELThe missing name stayed in my mind long after I left the healer's office.The second blood test had answered one question but opened another. Noah was connected to my bloodline, yet the relationship did not fit a father and son. Somewhere in my family's history was a missing piece, and I had reached the point where I no longer believed missing records were accidents.Early the next morning, I returned to the Blackridge archive with Darius. I chose not to inform the council of my visit. Every time I shared information too soon, someone seemed to know exactly where to interfere.The old archive keeper unlocked the family records room and welcomed us inside. Tall shelves lined the walls, filled with books that recorded generations of births, marriages, deaths, and bloodline histories. Dust covered the highest shelves, and the smell of old paper filled the quiet room."I need every revision made to my family's blood registry," I said. "Especially anything repaired, corrected, or seal

KAELThe more I uncovered, the less I trusted the records inside Blackridge.At first, I believed the mistakes surrounding Elara's trial were isolated. Then I discovered the altered security report, the missing guard payments, the manipulated paternity test, and the hidden passage beneath the northern estate. Every investigation led me back to the same invisible hand. Someone had been changing records for years, and they understood the council's system well enough to make those changes look ordinary.That was why I ordered a complete inspection of the council archive.Officially, it was part of a review of old administrative procedures. Only Darius knew the real reason. I wanted to see who became uncomfortable when old files were opened again.The inspection began shortly after sunrise. Clerks moved between tall shelves carrying ledgers while archive keepers compared records against the master catalogue. Everything appeared calm, but I noticed several nervous glances whenever my offic