Semua Bab The Feral Alpha’s Rejected Luna: Bab 271 - Bab 275

Diana “After the war, the remaining dark witches scattered. Those who survived went into hiding, slinking into the shadows. And the light witches… we came together. We spent years unraveling the dark magic Caedrim left behind. Healing the plagues. Cleansing the land.” Eleanor pauses, gaze distant. “But the war had cost us too much. We’d lost too many. Entire bloodlines wiped out. The few of us left withdrew from the world. We faded into secrecy. Survival demanded it.” Her voice softens further. “We withdrew from the world. Just as Azrael—your ancestor—did after the sealing. He took the divine rune and vanished with his pack. People forgot, but it was necessary. That kind of power... in the wrong hands..." She trails off, and I feel a chill despite the fire crackling nearby. “After that, peace returned. There were still flickers of trouble here and there—mischief, whispers of dark spells—but nothing like before. The world settled into something resembling calm.” Her eyes

Diana My heart stops. I turn slowly. Eleanor doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch. Her expression doesn’t change. But her silence—her absolute stillness—says everything. I stare at her, my thoughts reeling, crashing, burning. “You…” I whisper. “You’re the Primarch Arcana?!!” my voice comes out high pitched towards the end. She meets my gaze, calm. “Yes,” she says. I blink, trying to process them, but my heart is already racing—hope igniting in my chest like a flare. Eleanor. The Primarch Arcana- granted, I don’t really know how powerful that is, or even what that means- I gasp, “were you the one that fought against the Dark Mage?” She looks at me quietly before answering with a simple, “Yes”, again and this time, my gasp is audible. That person is really Eleanor? My mouth hangs open. She’s that witch? The one who fought alongside my ancestor and Dominicus’s to defeat the Dark Mage? She’s here. Sitting right in front of us. I almost laugh. It’s perfect. I was thin

DianaShe stops in front of him.“The witches at the Castellanos pack…” she says, voice quiet, “they did reach out to me.”I bite down on my lower lip. Hard.“But not to ask me to come. They weren’t calling me for help.” Her gaze flickers to me. “They just wanted me to know what was happening. That the dark witches were there. That the Castellanos were preparing to fall.”Her voice dips, heavy with the weight of regret.“I wanted to go. I swear I did.” Her hands tighten at her sides. “But I knew… I knew if I went like I was, I’d only be a burden.”The words hit like a cold wave.“I couldn’t use my magic properly,” she continues. “It was still tainted. I was still walking that razor’s edge. And if I stepped into a battle like that—drew onto the bulk of magic to battle- the dark magic inside me would’ve stirred violently… fed on the chaos”Her throat tightens.“I would’ve had two choices: fight it or give in. If I had resisted, it would have killed me. If I had given in…” She looks up a