《The Rise Of The Midnight Heir 》全部章節：第 31 章 - 第 40 章

The Forgotten Moon Forest had become a maze of shadows.Towering ancient trees stretched toward the fading night sky, their twisted branches swallowing what little moonlight remained.Every breath echoed.Luna Seraphine led the way through the dense undergrowth, baby Kaelen pressed tightly against her chest while the remaining Omega stayed close behind.No one spoke.No one dared.Behind them...Death was hunting.Then,Seraphine suddenly stopped.Her entire body stiffened.Ramona nearly collided with her."My Luna?"Seraphine slowly lifted her head.Her silver eyes narrowed."I smell them."Silence."They're getting closer..."Seraphine's jaw tightened."They're no longer searching.""They've found our trail."The forest itself suddenly felt smaller.The enemy was closing in.Fast.Ramona instinctively looked toward little Kaelen sleeping peacefully inside Seraphine's arms.Then...Her eyes shifted toward baby Raegan, whose tiny body rested weakly against the other Omega.The little

Every pair of eyes remained fixed on Luna Seraphine.Alpha Darius' hand still gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his burning crimson gaze."Woman..."His voice was low, but every word carried the weight of an execution."If this is not your son...""...whose child have you placed in my hands?"Silence.Seraphine simply looked at him.Then...To everyone's astonishment...She laughed…. Not loudly….. Not hysterically.Just one calm, quiet laugh that carried more contempt than a thousand insults.The sound echoed through the shattered Pack House.Darius' jaw tightened.His patience snapped.CRACK!His palm struck her across the face.The force threw her to one knee.A thin line of blood appeared at the corner of her lipsThe courtyard fell deathly still.Across the gathered Midnight wolves...Fists clenched.Teeth ground together.Eyes burned with helpless fury.But no one moved…… No one dared.The memory of Alpha Kael's final command still chained themStand down.Seraphine slowly li

The ruined Royal Pack House stood beneath a fading moon.Ash drifted through the silent air.Broken walls…… Collapsed towers.Blood-stained stone.It no longer resembled the proud home of the Midnight Pack.Two figures emerged through the shattered entrance.The first walked with calm, measured steps, his weathered robes brushing the scorched ground.The second followed closely behind.Young.Graceful.Beautiful.Yet every movement carried the confidence of one born with extraordinary spiritual gifts.The Midnight spiritual shaman, Rhema...And his daughter, Alora.The moment they stepped into the courtyard, both of them froze.Everywhere they looked...Death had written its story.Rhema slowly knelt and rested his palm upon the cracked stone.His eyes closed.The lingering traces of Alpha Kael's aura still clung to the earth.Weak.Fading.Gone.His shoulders trembled."So...""I truly was too late."A painful silence settled over him.Behind him, Alora surveyed the courtyard.Her ga

The Bloodseekers returned before dawn.Their once-proud formation had lost its sharpness. Torn cloaks fluttered behind them, their armor stained with mud, blood, and the scars of a hunt that had ended without victory.Inside the ruined Royal Pack House, silence lingered like an unwelcome guest.Alpha Darius remained seated upon the fractured Blackthorne throne.One hand rested lazily against its broken armrest.His crimson eyes lifted as the captain of the Bloodseekers knelt before him."My Alpha..."His voice faltered."The royal maiden is dead."No emotion crossed Darius' face."And the heir?"The captain lowered his head until it nearly touched the floor."...Gone."The word echoed across the throne room.No one dared speak.Not even the warriors lining the hall.For several long heartbeats, Darius simply stared ahead.Then...He slowly rose from the throne.His heavy footsteps echoed through the broken hall until he stood before the kneeling captain."So..."His voice remained fr

The gates of the Red Claw Pack groaned open.The surviving members of the Midnight Pack stood silently outside, surrounded on every side by heavily armed Red Claw warriors.No chains bound their wrists.No ropes restrained their movements.They did not need them.The weight of defeat was heavier than iron.One by one, they were ordered forward.As they crossed the towering gates, Red Claw soldiers lined both sides of the stone pathway.Their expressions varied.Some wore smug smiles.Others laughed openly.A few looked upon the defeated wolves with nothing but contempt.Then came the first insult.A Red Claw warrior stepped forward and spat at the feet of an elderly Midnight wolf.Another followed.Then another.Soon, spit rained across the path, each insult meant to erase what little dignity remained of the once-feared Midnight Pack.No one reacted.Not because they lacked courage...But because they had lost too much already.Mothers lowered their heads.Children clung tightly to tr