Semua Bab ELARA; THE LUNAR ALPHA : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Elara’s POVI walked swiftly through the trees, my heart still pounding from my encounter with Luca. His words echoed in my mind, wrapping around me like an unshakable force."Tell me you don’t feel it."I clenched my fists, my breath coming out unevenly. How could he do this to me? How could he make me question everything I had carefully built within myself?Maybe I was being too hard.The river had always been my sanctuary, a place where I could think without disturbance. But today, it was anything but peaceful. Luca had found me, and now, I felt more lost than ever.I sighed, forcing myself to focus on the path ahead. The camp was just beyond the trees. I needed to clear my mind before I faced anyone else—“Elara?”I halted abruptly, almost colliding with my mother. She stood in my path, her sharp eyes scanning my face, immediately sensing that something was off. She always did.“What’s wrong?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.I quickly shook my head. “Nothing, Mother. I was

Luca’s POVThe moment Elara said those words, They told me to choose, something inside me snapped.I had always known this day would come.It was tradition.I had always known that as Lunar Alpha, she would have to take a mate.And I had always believed, hoped that it would be me.But now, standing before her, seeing the hesitation in her eyes, I felt something dangerous stirring inside me.It was jealousy and possessiveness.I clenched my fists at my sides, struggling to keep my emotions in check.“What did you tell them?” I asked, my voice carefully controlled.Elara hesitated, her gaze flickering with uncertainty. “That I needed time.”Time.I let out a slow breath, my body tense. Time meant she hadn’t made her choice yet.Which meant there was still a chance.“Elara…” I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “You know what we are. We could be together.”She looked away, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Luca, I thought you were leaving, when you nodded and took a few steps backward

Elara’s POVThe morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine. I had barely slept. My mother’s words echoed in my mind—Whoever you choose, make sure they are worthy of you.But what if I didn’t want to choose?The weight of duty pressed against my chest as I made my way to the council’s chambers. Luca had been avoiding me since our conversation in the forest, and I hadn’t seen Kael since the fight.I needed space. Clarity.But the universe had other plans.As I stepped into my tent to grab my cloak, I froze.My mother sat there, waiting.She was never one for surprises. If she had come unannounced, it meant one thing—she had something to say, and I wouldn’t leave until she said it.“Elara,” she greeted, her tone composed but sharp.I exhaled, already exhausted. “Mother.”She studied me, her piercing silver eyes scanning for any sign of weakness. “I had to hear just yesternight,” she said, her voice controlled, but I could feel the undercurrent of disapproval. “Kael

Kael's POVElara had made it clear we should have some space.She was right. With everything that happened, even when Luca was not sure of our relationship, it meant it would be worse when they do.I thought of going far away for a few days. It would help me refresh my mind and get relieved from toxicity.Maybe I should let go of this love that can never be accepted. I should let Elara be the Lunar Alpha that she is.She struggled to get here. I shouldn't interfere.I packed up a few things and decided to go to the seventh Clan.I stood at the border of the First Clan, staring into the endless stretch of wilderness ahead. The thought of recent events still pressed against my chest like an iron chain. Although Luca had apologized, something I never expected, it was enough to put my mind at ease. At least for now. For the first time in a while, I felt no immediate threat from him.But that didn’t change the fact that I needed space from Luca, from Elara, from everything.I was only an

Raven's POVI stare at my reflection in the mirror, studying the man who looks back at me. My hands are steady now, but there’s a time when they trembled with fear, doubt, and rage. I can see the faint remnants of the scars on my face, the ones that tell a story of betrayal, loss, and survival. But that man in the mirror... he doesn’t tremble. He doesn’t fear.The wounds have healed, but the scars remain. They’ve shaped me into someone new, someone stronger. I’m not who I was before all of this began. The old me—before the chaos, before the wars, before the people I loved disappeared—he’s gone. In his place stands a man who knows the cost of survival. A man who will not let himself be crushed again.I press my fingers against the scar on my wrist. A small thing, but it serves as a constant reminder of my past mistakes. My father’s hand. The punishment. The weight of expectations. He thought he could control me, thought he could break me.But I’m not broken. I’ve been shattered, yes, b