Lahat ng Kabanata ng Luna Awakening: Claimed By Her Three Alphas: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

RylanThe biting cold of the Blackridge mountains was unforgiving, but I barely felt it. The weight of the occasion pressed down on my shoulders far heavier than any winter chill could. Today was the day my father would be officially crowned Alpha of Blackridge, a position he’d essentially held in practice for years, but this was the formal acknowledgment of his power. I stood just behind him, my breath clouding in the cold air as I observed the pack gathered around us.We were a smaller pack, but Blackridge’s strength was undeniable. Every member was hardened by the unforgiving landscape, disciplined by our strict hierarchy. To outsiders, we might have seemed cold and ruthless, but to us, power and loyalty were everything. No one questioned the strength of my father, Eryx, and no one dared to defy him. He had earned this moment through blood, sweat, and countless battles. But as I watched him, standing tall and unyielding, I couldn’t shake the tension that gnawed at me from within.T

RylanThe weight of it all bore down on me as I walked the forest perimeter, the familiar sound of the wind through the trees doing little to calm the storm brewing in my mind. The scout reports, Valeria’s council meetings, the quiet whispers behind my back—all of it was a constant reminder that I was standing on shifting ground.And then there was my father.I clenched my jaw, thinking of the last report I’d heard. Blackridge was stirring. Ever since I’d left to serve Valeria as her Beta, my father had been making moves. Not direct ones, of course—that wasn’t his way. No, Blackridge was a pack that knew how to wield power without openly showing its hand. But I could feel the pressure mounting. His influence, his words, were spreading like wildfire through the neighboring packs.Valeria’s alliances make her weak, he’d say. Diplomacy isn’t strength. Strength is action. It’s dominance.And the other packs listened. Why wouldn’t they? Blackridge had a reputation that spoke for itself. We

RylanAs the familiar sight of Blackridge’s territory came into view, a knot of dread tightened in my chest. The sun was just beginning to set, casting long shadows over the rugged landscape. What should have been a bastion of strength and discipline now looked frayed around the edges. The once orderly border patrols were spread thin, and the tension in the air was palpable. Something was very wrong.Kellen, who had ridden ahead with me, wore a grim expression. “It’s worse than I thought,” he muttered.I didn’t respond. I didn’t need to. The signs were all there—the scattered scouts, the hastily erected fortifications, and the smell of smoke lingering in the air. Blackridge, my birth pack, the stronghold that had raised me, was under siege. But this wasn’t just an attack for territory. The rogues were trying to dismantle Blackridge from the inside out, destabilizing the pack’s leadership and exploiting its weaknesses.As we approached the heart of the pack, I saw the aftermath of batt

RylanThe tension in the air was palpable as I stood in the middle of the Blackridge packhouse, gazing at the faces of wolves who had once looked to my father for every decision. Now they looked to me, and I could feel the weight of that responsibility crushing down on me. My father had been too weak to lead ever since the rogues attacked, and the pack needed an Alpha. But what kind of leader would I be?Blackridge had been forged in fire, built on strength, loyalty, and discipline. It was what made us feared, respected. But that same rigid structure had nearly been our downfall. We’d been betrayed from within, exposed to attacks because of blind faith in old traditions. Now, I had a choice: I could cling to the past, to the brutal ways my father had taught me, or I could forge a new path. One that didn’t rely solely on strength, but also on cooperation, unity, and trust—principles that Valeria had shown me.I glanced at her from across the room. She stood tall, her presence commandin

RylanBlackridge had always been my world. I was raised in its shadows, its traditions carved into my bones long before I was even aware of them. Strength, loyalty, and respect—it was how we survived, how we thrived. But now, standing at the threshold of this new alliance with Valeria’s pack, I felt like I was walking a tightrope between two worlds. As Beta to Valeria, I was expected to serve her, to support her leadership, but my people—Blackridge—they still looked to me, still whispered my name when decisions needed to be made.I could feel their eyes on me every time I walked through the halls of Valeria’s stronghold, the Blackridge warriors watching, waiting for some sign that I hadn’t abandoned them. They were proud, and proud wolves don’t bend easily. Valeria had welcomed us, but there was still a divide—an unspoken tension that thickened the air. The merger was strategic, a necessity for our survival against the looming threat of Malachai’s rogue forces. But survival doesn’t er