All Chapters of The Alpha's Forbidden Luna: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Lucien’s POV“Bring him to me!” I shouted, my voice echoing off the stone walls of the hall. My eyes narrowed as two of my warriors dragged a man toward the throne where I sat. His face was bloodied, his body slumped in defeat, but his eyes held defiance. It made my blood boil.As they threw him to the floor before me, I stood, my every step deliberate as I descended the dais. My voice was cold and sharp as I spoke. “Who are you?”The man spat blood on the floor but said nothing. My jaw clenched as I grabbed his hair, forcing him to look up at me. “Where is Damien?” I demanded, my voice a growl.He laughed bitterly. “You think I’ll tell you?”I released his hair with a shove, and he crumpled back to the ground. “You will tell me,” I said, motioning to one of the guards. A sharp blade was placed in my hand. I crouched down, the edge of the knife hovering near his throat. “Or you’ll wish you had.”“Kill me if you want,” he sneered. “Damien doesn’t fear you. None of us do.”I gripped the

Lucas's POV It was really a long day. The kind of day that left you drained to your bones but somehow still restless. I stretched my arms, feeling the sting of battle wounds as the scent of wine filled the room. Daelen, Kaelen, and I sat around the large wooden table in the packhouse’s private hall, a place usually reserved for serious meetings. Tonight, it served as a refuge for our weariness and a momentary pause from the chaos. “That was a hell of a fight,” I said, my voice flat but tinged with exhaustion, as I wiped blood from my hands with a damp cloth. The dark stains seemed to mock me, a constant reminder of what had become of my life. “Yeah, it was,” Kaelen agreed, raising his bottle in a lazy toast. “Thanks, cuz. You really had our backs out there.” Daelen nodded, taking a long sip of his wine. “Would’ve been a mess without you, Lucas. You’ve got this annoying habit of showing up exactly when we need you.” “You’re welcome,” I said dryly, leaning back in my chair. The room

CHAPTER 74Lucien’s POV“No excuses,” I barked, my voice cutting through the crisp morning air like a blade. “You’re here to become warriors, not fragile pups crying over sore muscles. Now, on your feet!”The training field was alive with activity. Warriors scrambled to obey, sweat dripping down their faces, bodies trembling from the brutal pace I had set. The sun had barely risen, casting long shadows across the dirt, but the atmosphere was already charged with tension.Kael, one of the younger wolves, dared to speak. “Alpha, with all due respect, some of us haven’t rested in days. Maybe… maybe we could—”“Rest?” I snapped, my eyes narrowing as I stalked toward him. The entire group went silent, all eyes on us. “You want rest, Kael? Fine. Rest when you’re dead. Until then, you train.”Kael’s face reddened, but he held his ground. “Alpha, we’re giving it everything we’ve got. But if we push too hard, someone’s going to get hurt.”“Good,” I growled. “Pain is a lesson. If you’re hurt, i

Lucien’s POVI paced my office, my mind racing. Damien’s words echoed like a haunting refrain, each syllable gnawing at my sanity.“Someone close to you. Someone in your pack.”What did Damien mean? Was he trying to mess with my head? My wolf growled in frustration. He was just trying to twist the knife deeper. Or was he?“Lucien, you’re overthinking this,” Thorin muttered in my head, his voice heavy with irritation.“And you’re not thinking enough,” I shot back. “You heard what he said. How am I supposed to ignore that?”Thorin huffed. “Damien’s a liar. He’s always been a liar. You’re letting him get under your skin. That’s exactly what he wants.”I clenched my jaw, stopping by the window and staring out at the moonlit forest. “What if he’s not lying?”“He’s lying,” Thorin growled. “Seraphine is dead, Lucien. Dead. Let it go.”The mention of her name brought a familiar ache to my chest. My fists tightened at my sides. “Don’t you think I’d want to let it go? But what if he’s telling t

“Get the nurse ready! Alpha has been hit!” Ryder’s voice roared through the chaos, the sheer volume cutting through the pounding in my skull. His tone was urgent, desperate, but I couldn’t fully process it. Everything felt hazy—the world spinning, the sharp pain radiating from my shoulder, and the metallic taste of blood in my mouth.“Hold him steady,” Ryder barked, his voice nearing as I felt hands gripping my shoulders. I winced, the touch sending a fresh wave of agony through my body. “Lucien, stay with me. Don’t you dare pass out on me now.”“Ryder,” I managed to mutter, my voice hoarse and weak. “Damien… he’s…”“Save your strength,” Ryder cut in sharply. “We’ll deal with him later. Right now, you need to focus on not bleeding out.”The guards holding me shifted, and I felt my feet dragging against the ground as they half-carried, half-hauled me inside the packhouse. My vision blurred, but I could make out flashes of faces—worried eyes, panicked expressions, blood-streaked cheeks.