Todos los capítulos de My Alpha Buried the Wrong Luna: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

KAELSmoke poured through every corridor of the mountain archive, turning each hallway into a maze of fire and shadows. Burning pages floated through the air while heavy beams groaned above my head, threatening to collapse at any moment. The heat grew stronger with every step, but I refused to stop.Somewhere inside this building, Elara had been standing only moments earlier."Darius!" I called.His voice answered from the next corridor."This way!"I hurried toward him, climbing over broken shelves and shattered stone. Entire sections of the archive had already disappeared beneath the flames. The fire had not started naturally. It had spread too quickly, feeding on carefully placed oil that soaked the old timber.Someone had planned to destroy every record hidden inside these walls.Darius pointed toward a side passage where fresh footprints crossed the dusty floor."They're heading for the eastern exit."I knelt beside the tracks.One set belonged to heavy boots.Another was smaller

KAEL Night settled quietly over the mountains. The fire that had consumed the archive still burned in the distance, sending a dull orange glow into the clouds. Ronan had found us shortly after the reunion, bruised but alive, and after making sure no one had followed them, he led us to a small hunter's cabin hidden among the pines. It was old and simple, with one stone fireplace and just enough room for the four of us to rest until morning. No one spoke much. The silence wasn't uncomfortable. It was simply heavy with everything that had happened. Darius stood outside keeping watch while Ronan sorted through the records rescued from the archive. Elara sat near the fire, carefully drying the leather satchel that held the Aurelis master file. Every few moments she checked inside to make sure the pages had survived. I watched her from across the room. For months I had imagined this moment countless times. In every version, I thought finding her would erase the weight I carried. It

KAELMorning arrived quietly over the mountains, but the peace outside the cabin did little to calm my thoughts.The discovery of Authority Eight had answered questions that had haunted us for months, yet another truth still waited to be faced. Ever since the second blood test, I had known something about Noah's story was wrong. The results never truly said I was his father. They only proved that he belonged somewhere within my bloodline.Now, with the surviving records from the mountain archive spread across the table, I was finally ready to learn the truth.Maeve had arrived before dawn.She entered through the back door wearing a heavy travelling cloak, having crossed the border with the help of trusted Greyhaven healers. Her journey had been dangerous, but she insisted there was one part of this investigation that needed to be finished in person."The family registry," she said, placing a sealed leather folder on the table. "Cassian managed to recover the missing section before an

KAELThe cabin no longer felt like a hiding place.It had become our war room.Maps covered the table from one end to the other. The surviving Aurelis records lay beside Blackridge council files, while Ronan's investigation notes filled the empty spaces between them. Every document we had recovered over the past several months pointed toward the same conclusion.Authority Eight had existed for years.Now we finally knew enough to expose it.Cassian arrived shortly after sunrise.Unlike his previous visits, he wore no council robes. His plain travelling cloak carried no Blackridge crest, and he had come alone. The decision spoke louder than any words.He had chosen a side.The moment he entered the cabin, his eyes met mine before moving toward Elara.For a brief second, neither of them spoke.Then Cassian bowed his head."Luna."Elara looked surprised."I don't deserve that title anymore.""You never lost it."His voice remained steady."The council failed you. That doesn't change who

ELARASix months later...Spring arrived quietly in Blackridge.The scars left by winter had begun to disappear beneath fresh green leaves, and flowers once again lined the paths leading to the Alpha House. The northern estate remained untouched, not as a monument to tragedy, but as a reminder of what happened when pride became stronger than truth. The council had voted to preserve the ruins exactly as they were, allowing future generations to remember the cost of silence and deception.Life had changed in ways I never believed possible.The hidden council division no longer existed. Every surviving record of Authority Eight had been placed into the public archives of both Blackridge and Greyhaven, ensuring no one could bury the truth again. Families who had spent years living under false names were finally given back their identities, while the rewritten Aurelis records were restored to their original purpose.Aurelis was no longer a bloodline to be controlled.It was a family histor