บททั้งหมดของ After I Died, I Became the Ruthless Alpha's Luna: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

"You think a few iron doors and twenty armed guards are going to keep me locked in here like a prisoner, Jackson?"I turn around in the center of the massive private chamber, my hands resting on my hips as Jackson steps through the heavy steel doorway behind me.The Obsidian Legion fortress is a brutal monolith built entirely of black stone and reinforced steel, cut deep into the jagged cliffs of the northern territory. My assigned private wing is located on the top floor, surrounded by high narrow windows and guarded by four heavily armed vanguard soldiers stationed outside the door.Jackson closes the heavy steel door behind him with a dull, heavy thud. He tosses his military coat onto a chair, unbuttoning the top three buttons of his black shirt, his massive shoulders flexing under the dark fabric."The guards aren't here to keep you in, Ada," Jackson says, his deep voice carrying a rough, dangerous edge. "They're here to keep my own officers from looking at what belongs to me.""I

"Keep your head up, Alpha Micheal," Cecelia's voice echoes smugly across the grand marble lobby of the Continental Summit hall. "Tonight, every leader in the five territories will see that I am the true Luna of Bloodmoon."Three hundred high-ranking Alphas, Elders, and pack warlords fill the colossal gold-leaf atrium, drinking expensive nectar and discussing border treaties. Micheal walks right beside her, wearing a tailored black suit with gold lion embroidery, holding Cecelia on his arm like a trophy. He smiles like a victor, chest puffed out, completely ignoring the whispering crowds who still remember his family's burned estate. Cecelia wears a glittering emerald gown, her hands resting possessively over her stomach, flaunting her public pregnancy to every camera crew lining the velvet ropes."They're all looking at us, sweetie," Micheal whispers in her ear, kissing her cheek for the press. "The council will give us full control of the eastern trade routes before midnight."The he

"She’s nothing but a cursed whore who spread her legs for the first warlord who offered her a title," Cynthia screams from her iron cell, her raspy voice echoing down the stone corridor of the summit holding facility.The quiet holding wing of the high court is packed with journalists and pack elders whispering among themselves as Cynthia thrashes against her heavy chain restraints. She spat on the polished stone floor, glaring through the black iron bars with bloodshot, frantic eyes as the guards kept their rifles aimed directly at her chest."Don't listen to her lies," Cynthia shouts to the gathering crowd of reporters, her chest heaving wildly. "Ada seduced Alpha Jackson to escape her treason charges! She used black market charms to hide her corrupted blood! She isn't a true Luna! She's a disgraced Silverfang slut who ruined my family!"I step out of the heavy brass elevator at the end of the hall, Jackson walking a half-step behind me with his broad hands resting on his leather we

"You think you can play with dark magic and not pay the price, Ada?" Jackson growls, slamming the heavy iron door of his private command room shut behind us.The tactical screens hum softly along the stone walls, but the air inside the room turns scalding hot in an instant. I spin around, my back hitting the sharp edge of the central war table, blood still drying on my hands and dress from the garden fight."I didn't invite Alpha Malakor to file an emergency decree!" I yell back, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as my heart hammers violently against my ribs."He's at the gate demanding your execution!" Jackson roars, closing the distance between us in two terrifying strides.He grabs my waist with both hands, his calloused fingers digging painfully into my skin as he lifts me up and slams my hips flat against the polished oak war table. My thighs part instinctively as his massive, heavy body presses straight into my space, his chest crushing against my breasts."Let me go, Jack

"Get a medic, her skin is turning to ash!" a pack warlord screams from the bottom of the grand plaza steps, backing away as Cecelia thrashes violently against the stone.Thick black smoke continues to pour out of Cecelia's mouth, nose, and eyes as she shrieks in raw, agonizing pain. The residual silver curse she tried to cast in the gardens is eating her alive from the inside out, reacting violently with the black magic in her bloodstream."Ada, save her!" Micheal yells, stumbling out of the council hall doors behind me, his eyes wild with desperate horror. "She's carrying my child! She's carrying the Bloodmoon heir!"Cecelia lets out one final, blood-curdling scream that turns into a wet, awful choking sound. A gush of dark, silver-tinted blood spills out from between her thighs, soaking through her gold dress and pooling onto the cold grey steps.The dark smoke vanishes instantly, leaving Cecelia lying limp on the pavement, her eyes staring blankly at the sky as her body shivers in