Semua Bab ELARA; THE LUNAR ALPHA : Bab 101 - Bab 110

Dorian's POVThe silence in the room is almost unbearable. I can feel the tension prickling in the air, a mix of anticipation and danger swirling around me. Every inch of my being is alert, ready for the next move.I’ve been playing the game for years, and I know exactly how to handle situations like this. Luca has built his empire on lies and manipulation, just like every other fool who believes power is something you can control without consequences.And I? I’m not one to let such a fragile empire stand.I look at Raven, his sharp gaze never leaving me. He’s clever, always calculating, and I trust him more than anyone else. That’s why I’ve brought him into this. We’re going to bring Luca down, piece by piece, until there’s nothing left of him but rubble.“What’s your plan?” Raven asks, his voice sharp, eyes studying me carefully.I smirk, leaning back in my chair. “We destroy his image. His reputation is the one thing Luca believes he can’t lose. If we strip that from him, the rest

Luca's POV I sat across from Lyanna, feeling the weight of her gaze on me. It was always like this—when the world felt too heavy, when my thoughts ran rampant and I couldn’t make sense of the chaos in my mind, she was the one who could still bring me some sense of calm. But tonight, I wasn’t sure there was any calm left to be found.I’d been haunted by dreams for the last several nights—visions that tore at my mind and refused to let me sleep. It wasn’t just the dreams themselves, though; it was the feeling that something was wrong, that someone was pulling the strings. I couldn’t shake the sense that I was being controlled by something—or someone—far more powerful than I could understand.“Luca,” Lyanna said, her voice soft but firm, “Tell me what’s going on. What exactly have these dreams been like?”I rubbed my hands over my face, exhaustion taking over as I relived the nightmare that had plagued me once again. “It’s always the same,” I murmured, my voice hoarse. “I’m standing in

Elara’s POVThe cabin was dimly lit, the flickering flames of the torches casting restless shadows on the stone walls. I sat on the edge of Luca’s bed, watching him sleep, but I knew it wouldn’t last. It hasn't for a while.Raven and Dorian kept torturing Luca, even after I broke the spell.Luca's face was calm for now, his breaths slow and even, but his fingers twitched, and his brow furrowed as if fighting against something unseen. I clenched my hands into fists, waiting for the inevitable.Then it happened.Luca’s body jerked violently, his breath hitching. His eyes shot open, wild with fear. He gasped, his chest rising and falling too quickly. I reached for him without thinking, pressing my hand gently to his arm."Luca," I said softly. "It’s okay. You’re safe."For a moment, he didn’t respond. His gaze darted around the room as if searching for something—someone. Slowly, recognition settled in his eyes. He swallowed hard, running a trembling hand over his face."It was them again

Elara’s POVThe moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow through the thick canopy above us. The forest was dense here, the trees stretching like skeletal fingers toward the heavens. A chilling wind whispered through the leaves, sending a shiver down my spine.I remained focused on the journey, urging myself forward as I kept pace with Luca and Lyanna. We had been on the run for hours, following faint traces from the rogue description, only to be led deeper into unknown terrain.I wanted to believe we were close. That just beyond the next ridge, we’d find Kael waiting for us, injured but alive.But the deeper we went, the more I feared the truth.Kael had vanished without a trace. And if we didn’t find him soon… we might never find him at all.Not again. I can’t lose him too.Luca rode slightly ahead, his sharp gaze sweeping the landscape for any sign of movement. His entire body was tense, his fingers clenching the reins as if he were holding back his frustration.I knew how he

Elara’s POV The wind carried the scent of blood. Thick, metallic, suffocating. Luca and I stood at the edge of the village, staring at the devastation before us. Homes reduced to splintered wood and ash. The ground, once packed with footprints of families and laughter, was now soaked in crimson. Shadows flickered in the dim moonlight, stretching over bodies that lay lifeless in the streets. I swallowed hard. I had seen death before. War. Battles. The consequences of power left unchecked. But this? This was butchery. “This wasn’t an ordinary attack,” Luca muttered beside me, his voice tight with barely contained rage. His hands clenched at his sides, his whole body radiating tension. I stepped forward, forcing myself to move. My boots crunched against the debris as I knelt beside a fallen werewolf. His throat was torn open, but there were no claw marks. No wounds from fangs. Shadows clung to his skin like something unnatural had seeped into his very being. I reached out,