All Chapters of The Twice-Rejected Luna, His Only Healer : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The night was unusually quiet, the moon hanging low as if it were watching the world with bated breath. Derek sat in his study, pouring over maps and reports from scouts patrolling the borders. The plague had slowed but had not yet disappeared, and Kevin's schemes loomed like a storm cloud. A sharp knock broke the silence, and his Beta, Alex, stepped in, his expression grim. "Alpha," Alex began hesitantly, "there’s someone at the border requesting to see you." Derek raised a brow. "Who dares to request an audience at this hour?" Alex shifted uncomfortably. "It’s Kael Blackthorn." The name hit Derek like a punch to the gut. His eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening. Kael. The rogue Alpha. The man who had once stood at the pinnacle of power, only to be cast down for crimes he swore he never committed. “Take me to him” Derek ordered, his voice cold. Alex hesitated. "Are you sure? He—" "Now," Derek cut him off, his tone leaving no room for argument. Minutes later, they got to the bord

The morning sun rose over the sprawling lands of Derek’s pack, the shadows stretching long and thin across the frost-kissed earth. Derek stood on the balcony of his manor, his piercing eyes scanning the distant horizon. The cool air bit at his skin, but he barely noticed. His thoughts were consumed by the man who now waited within his territory. Kael. The name was infamous. Once the Alpha of the powerful Blackthorn pack, Kael’s fall from grace had sent ripples through every pack in the region. The council had banished him, branding him a rogue. Some said it was because he failed to protect his pack; others whispered that darker secrets lay behind his downfall. Regardless of the truth, his name was now a warning—a symbol of what happened when power slipped through an Alpha’s fingers. “Alpha,” a familiar voice called from behind him. Derek turned to see Alex, his Beta, stepping onto the balcony. His brown eyes were serious, his posture tense. “You’ve been out here all night,” A

The night was quiet, save for the soft crackle of the fire in Kael’s secluded cabin. He sat alone on a weathered chair, his silver eyes reflecting the flames. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, a faraway look on his face as memories clawed their way to the surface. “Alpha Kael Blackthorn,” he muttered to himself, the title tasting bitter on his tongue. “Once revered, now reviled.” He let out a hollow laugh, his voice echoing in the empty room. The ghosts of his past were relentless tonight. Years ago, Kael had ruled the Blackthorn Pack after picking up the pieces left of the Silver claw pack, one of the most formidable packs in the region. He was a leader who commanded respect, his presence filling any room he entered. Known for his sharp intellect and fierce loyalty to his pack, Kael was a protector, a warrior, and a visionary. Under his leadership, the Blackthorn Pack thrived. He was a man of action, always on the frontlines during disputes or rogue attacks. The pack adored

The soft rustle of the wind carried an ominous weight as Derek stood on the training grounds, observing his warriors spar. The afternoon sun cast long shadows, the rhythmic clash of weapons punctuating the otherwise serene day. His Beta, Alex, approached with a clipboard in hand, detailing patrol routes and recent findings along their borders.“Rogues are getting bolder,” Alex muttered, scanning the notes. “They’ve been testing our perimeter more frequently.”Derek nodded, his expression grim. “They’re watching us, probing for weaknesses. I need more patrols, especially near the northern ridge. That’s where the terrain works to their advantage.”Before Alex could respond, a voice cut through the air.“They’re not just probing,” Kael said, stepping into view. His presence seemed to draw every eye on the training grounds, the warriors momentarily halting their drills to glance at him. “They’re planning.”Derek turned to face him, his gaze steady. “Planning for what?”Kael crossed his ar

Kael moved briskly through the dense forest, the cool night air brushing against his skin. He wasn’t expecting trouble tonight; his purpose was simple. Kevin had been silent for days, and Kael was tired of waiting. He needed to know what the next step was. It wasn’t unusual for him to show up at Kevin’s hideout unannounced. They were allies, after all—or so Kael believed.Reaching the secluded hideout, Kael instinctively slowed his pace. The flickering light of torches cast long shadows on the rough stone walls of the underground entrance. He knew this place well. It was where Kevin gathered his most trusted conspirators, planning moves that would shake the werewolf world to its core.Kael didn’t bother announcing himself. Kevin had always encouraged a sense of informality between them, but tonight felt different. Something in the air made Kael’s senses tingle. The muffled sound of voices reached his ears as he descended the narrow stone staircase. He paused. The tone wasn’t one of ca