บททั้งหมดของ After I Died, I Became the Ruthless Alpha's Luna: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

"He's loose!" Lambert's frantic voice screams through the tactical radio system, static tearing across the frequency. "Micheal broke the lower shafts! Shadow Pack remnants ambushed the outer guard shift with silver explosives!"I drop the fountain pen onto the mahogany desk, the wet ink smudging across the parchment letters as Jackson bolts upright from the silk mattress."How the fuck did he get weapons into the mines?!" Jackson growls, his pitch-black Alpha aura instantly erupting through the chamber, shattering two glass oil lamps against the stone wall."A rogue vanguard squad from the border patrol helped him!" Lambert yells through the comms. "They planted charges on the southern iron gates! He's heading straight for the main courtyard!"Jackson grabs his heavy tactical blade from the stand, his dark eyes glowing with pure, unadulterated killing intent. "Stay inside, Ada.""No," I say, pushing my weak body up from the oak chair, my bare feet hitting the cold stone floor as my ha

"Hold still and take my wrist," I whisper, my voice cracking as another wave of dark blood threatens to rise in my throat.The master sanctuary is completely still, lit only by the dying embers in the stone fireplace and the harsh, white glare of the glowing marks on my arms."What are you talking about, Ada?!" Jackson demands, his voice raw and shaking as he kneels beside the bed, holding my blood-stained hands tight against his broad chest. "What new mark?!""The temporary soul-shield mark," I say, forcing my eyes to stay open as my vision darkens around the edges. "High Priestess Selene gave me the ritual runes yesterday. It severs your side of the spiritual link before my matrix collapses, so my death doesn't pull your wolf into the abyss.""No," Jackson growls, his pitch-black Alpha aura surging violently around us, shattering the small glass oil lamp on the nightstand. "No! Fuck no, Ada! I am not letting you sever shit!""Jackson, listen to me!" I choke out, my claws digging wea

"Pull the sleeves down and pin them tight," I whisper, my hands shaking so hard I drop the iron safety pin onto the polished wooden floor.Jackson kneels before me in the dim morning light, his broad shoulders tense as he gently retrieves the pin and slides my leather cuffs over the blackened skin of my forearms."You don't have to pretend for them, Ada," Jackson rasps, his voice rough and laced with a deep, silent anguish as his fingers brush against my cold wrists. "The legion knows you fought. They know what you sacrificed.""If the elders see me trembling, the border factions will move," I say, forcing my posture straight despite the agonizing white fire gnawing through my ribs. "We give them strength today, Jackson. Not pity.""Then let me carry you down," he growls softly, his dark silver eyes locking onto mine with possessive, unyielding intensity. "No arguments."For thirty days, the high priestesses and elder healers have poured every forbidden remedy and ancient ritual into

"He breached the lower iron shafts!" Lambert's frantic voice screams through the tactical radio system, static tearing loudly across the open frequency. "Micheal broke the heavy silver restraints! A dying Shadow Pack squad detonated concealed charges along the southern trench!"I drop the silver fountain pen onto the oak desk, dark ink pooling across the parchment letters as Jackson instantly snaps awake from the side of the medical table."How the fuck did he get silver explosives inside the mine shafts?!" Jackson growls, his pitch-black Alpha aura erupting across the room so violently that two glass medicine vials shatter against the stone floor."It was a suicide run!" Lambert yells through the comms, gunfire echoing in the background. "The remnant squad blew their own blood cores to rupture the iron gates! Micheal is dragging himself straight toward the courtyard!"Jackson grabs his heavy tactical blade from the wall rack, his dark silver eyes glowing with pure, unadulterated kill

"Ada, stay with me," Jackson whispers, his rough, blood-stained thumb gently wiping a tear from the corner of my eye as the cold dawn air sweeps across the fortress roof.I rest my head against his broad, muscular shoulder, my vision fading into soft grey shadows while the golden morning light bleeds over the mountain ridge."Look at the sunrise," I murmur, my voice coming out as a faint, shallow breath that barely reaches his ear.Jackson wraps his heavy cloak tighter around my limp body, pulling me flush against his warm chest as his broad hands tremble violently against my waist."I don't care about the sun, Ada," Jackson growls softly, his voice breaking into raw, shattered pieces as he presses his trembling lips against my temple. "I only care about you."Below us, the grand parade ground is dead silent, dark crimson blood staining the cobblestones where Micheal’s body was dragged away hours ago.The Shadow Pack is dust, Cecelia's secrets are burned to ash, and every traitor who