Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Luna My Alpha Regrets Losing: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

The final sentence still hung over the room.*If the silver-marked daughter is ever found, do not take her to the throne.*“What does that mean?” Lucien asked.The High Priestess admitted she’d encountered similar instructions before, buried in fragments of the First Oath. The guardians hadn’t been ordered to return an endangered royal directly to the palace.They’d been ordered to keep her away from the political center entirely, until the danger could be clearly identified.“Safe from whom?” I asked.She didn’t answer right away, and that hesitation mattered more than anything she could have said.-----She explained, eventually, that the royal court had already begun dividing in the final days before the massacre. Some remained loyal. Others had been compromised. Some, perhaps, had never realized their own information was being used against the family they served.The guardians had followed a strict rule because of it. Never return a surviving royal child to the throne until the th

I stood before the portrait, everyone waiting for me to say what I’d remembered.I couldn’t. I knew someone had once called me something other than Evelyn. One syllable felt almost within reach. The rest slipped further away every time I tried to grasp it, like water closing around my own hand.“Don’t force it,” the High Priestess said gently. “A memory returning is not the same as a memory being ready.”I didn’t like the answer. I accepted it anyway.-----We left the gallery, though the lullaby kept circling quietly through my mind, refusing to fade the way it should have.I realized, walking through the corridor, that the melody hadn’t come from the portrait at all. The portrait had simply loosened something that had already been living inside me.Impressions began surfacing — polished stone, tall windows, moonlight, servants moving quietly through halls far grander than anything I’d known growing up, the sound of unfamiliar footsteps.I had lived somewhere before the forest. Somew

The librarian still stared at the page, the word *Alive* sitting undisturbed beside Aurelia’s name.I couldn’t stop looking at it either. Someone had written it years after the massacre.“How long after?” I asked.The librarian checked the date carefully. Long enough, he confirmed, that the infant princess would have grown well past infancy by then.Someone had held information about her, years after the initial rescue. Not simply on the night she’d disappeared.-----He compared that date against the settlement records, and found the two overlapped. By the time this notation was written, I’d already been living under my new name for some time.I understood the unsettling implication immediately. Someone in the royal administration might have known exactly where I was.And they’d never come for me.-----The High Priestess examined the notation carefully, and noted its phrasing. Not *possibly alive.* Not *rumored alive.* Not *unconfirmed sighting.*Simply, plainly: *Alive.*That kind

I couldn’t stop thinking about that final line.*The traitor wore the royal seal.*“Does that mean the traitor was definitely a royal official?” I asked.The High Priestess explained carefully that the seal proved access, not identity. Someone could have held legitimate authority themselves, or borrowed the seal, or been ordered to act by someone above them, or simply abused a position they’d been trusted to hold honestly.Lucien ordered the document kept secret. I understood, sitting with it, how frighteningly close this ancient betrayal sat to everything we’d just lived through ourselves.-----Rowan began reconstructing the massacre from every surviving record, building it into a single timeline rather than treating each fragment separately. Palace security changed. Guards redirected. The eastern passage opened. The escape route exposed. The royal wing breached. The passage ordered closed. A countermand issued. The guardian carrying me through regardless. The official record, event

The message stayed there beneath the missing record, undisturbed.*We know she remembers.*No one moved for several seconds. I wondered, my stomach twisting, whether whoever had written this could somehow see into the memories themselves.“They don’t need to know what you remembered,” the High Priestess said gently, correcting me before the fear could take hold fully. “They only need to know you’ve been recovering memories connected to Aurelia at all. That’s enough to tell them someone has been watching this investigation closely.”Lucien ordered the archive sealed completely, no further discussion needed.-----Rowan changed the security protocol immediately. I would never enter restricted areas alone again. No archive access without him or Lucien present. Every administrative authorization would be verified twice over. Anything concerning Aurelia would be moved into protected custody, and anyone accessing royal records from now on would be logged personally.“This isn’t about lockin