บททั้งหมดของ After I Died, I Became the Ruthless Alpha's Luna: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

"Blow the southern security gate open now!" Cynthia shrieks, her desperate voice echoing down the damp stone corridor of the High Council holding facility.The heavy steel bars of her cell hang twisted and broken, shattered by a concentrated shadow-charge planted by three masked Shadow Pack infiltrators. Sirens blare loudly across the subterranean level, red emergency lights flashing rhythmically against the slick concrete walls."Move, Matriarch, before the vanguard closes the perimeter!" the lead infiltrator shouts, dragging Cynthia by her arm toward the secondary escape hatch."She isn't going anywhere," I say, stepping out from the heavy shadow of the security archway, my black coat sweeping around my boots.The three Shadow Pack mercenaries spin around, raising their silver-bladed rifles instantly.Before their fingers can touch the triggers, Lambert steps out behind me with two heavy vanguard officers. Four sharp, silenced cracks echo through the corridor. The three mercenaries

"Deploy the perimeter vanguard around the training ground right now!" I shout, my boots skidding against the packed dirt as I throw a silver training dagger straight into the wooden target fifty feet away.The dagger embeds itself with a dull, heavy thud right in the center ring. The cool morning air fills my lungs, but my wolf bristles behind my ribs, alerted by a sudden, sickening drop in atmospheric pressure that makes the back of my neck prickle with raw warning."All perimeter posts are locked down, Luna," Lambert says, stepping up to the edge of the weapons rack while adjusting his tactical headset. "Alpha Jackson is finishing the high council report inside, but he insisted on six heavy units surrounding this field.""He worries too much," I say, pulling a second silver blade from my hip holster."He worries because the Shadow Pack leftovers are still breathing," Lambert replies, his eyes scanning the surrounding tree line with sharp, unyielding focus.Before I can throw the sec

"Clear the third floor medical wing right now!" Jackson's roar echoes down the grand corridor, his pitch-black eyes blazing as he drags me by the hand through the double iron doors.The medical floor slams shut under emergency military lockdown, heavy steel blast doors dropping over every window and exit with deafening thuds. Vanguard guards line the hallway with loaded silver rifles, denying access to all pack officials, elders, and tribunal lieutenants."Get every healer, elder seer, and blood-line mage in the northern alliance into this room in five minutes," Jackson growls at Lambert, slamming his palm flat against the central medical desk. "If anyone leaks a single detail about what is on her wrist, I will execute their entire pack.""Units are already en route under black-site escort, Alpha," Lambert says, his face pale as he seals the door behind us.The glowing silver numbers on my left wrist burn hotter against my skin, pulsing with a steady, rhythmic light that casts eerie s

"Sign the emergency reinstatement petition right now, Corvin," Elizabeth says, her hands trembling as she slams a stack of forged parchment onto the low table inside the hidden sanctuary room.The small stone chamber smells of stale wine and fear. Three remaining elders—Corvin, Vane, and Thorne—sit across from her in heavy black cloaks, their faces pale under the flickering candlelight."Jackson has completely locked down the northern borders," Elder Corvin says, his voice shaking as he looks toward the iron door. "His vanguard executed three of my personal couriers this morning. If he finds out we are meeting with you in secret, he will execute us for high treason.""Jackson is a brute who relies on fear!" Elizabeth sneers, leaning over the table, her hollow eyes blazing with desperate greed. "The Supreme High Council decree just put a five-hundred-million credit bounty on Ada's head. You sign this petition restoring my pack rank, and I will hand you the original Silverfang treasury

"Lay back down, Ada," Jackson growls, his broad hand cupping my cheek to press my head into the blood-red silk pillows.The private Alpha suite stays locked down under maximum military clearance, heavy steel shutters keeping out every single sound from the courtyard outside."I can't rest," I say, my voice trembling as my fingers wrap around his thick, claw-scarred wrist. "The Tribunal executioners are coming. Chief Justice Corvin put five hundred million credits on my head.""Let them come," Jackson whispers, his dark silver eyes blazing with possessive, terrifying intensity as he crawls over my body, pinning my thighs beneath his heavy frame. "No executioner touches what is mine. Not while I draw breath."His mouth crashes down on mine, hot, ruthless, and consuming.A sharp gasp rips from my throat as his long fingers hook into the waist of my shorts, tearing the cotton away in one smooth motion.My wolf howls inside my soul, her claws scraping wildly against my ribs as the undeniab