บททั้งหมดของ Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

CHAPTER 42RAEL's POVThe news reached me in the quiet, pressurized sanctity of my private office. I was mid-sentence, reviewing a logistical report on the perimeter defenses with Talos, when the door opened without the usual formal knock. My aide stood there, his face a pale, strained map of shock and dawning, fearful realization. He didn't have to speak; the air in the room seemed to go thin the moment he entered."Alpha," he started, his voice cracking slightly. "Petra. Seven months along. She went into labour at dawn."I set the document down on the desk with deliberate, glacial care. I sat perfectly still, absorbing the information, letting it settle into the marrow of my bones. Petra. I had known her slightly—a quiet, steady woman who had been in the pack for four years. I had known she was carrying. I had known what the pack law dictated, what the last sixty years of history had hammered into us: the curse. The death. The inevitability of an Omega’s end during a term-birth."Sh

THALIA’S POVI could map Imogen’s morning from the window—not from seeing her face directly, but from the chain of reactions her movements created in the people below. It was a pattern I had learned to read with clinical precision during my weeks in the tower. Imogen appeared in the inner courtyard mid-morning, and the quality of her walk was instantly wrong. It lacked the controlled, unhurried authority of her usual operational self.There was no deliberate pace meant to project power to a visible audience. Instead, her steps were tighter, shorter—the unmistakable body language of someone desperately managing a shock they had not yet fully processed.She marched straight toward the Omega wing and disappeared inside. She was in there for forty minutes. I stood by the glass, my fingers resting lightly against the stone frame, tracking the closed door. When she finally came back out, she didn't cross back to the main compound immediately. She stopped dead in the middle of the courtyard.

THALIA’S POVRael did not leave after our conversation about the soft neutral elder. He stayed, which was a decision I could feel him make without him ever stating it aloud. It was not the deliberate or formal staying of a ruler making a point to an audience, but rather the simple and quiet shifting of his weight, moving from the hard wooden chair to somewhere else in the room, somewhere much less like a place for a formal visit and more like a space for a man who had decided to finally let the armor fall.I was sitting on the wide window seat, wrapped in a blanket, watching the dark courtyard below. The pack had gone completely quiet for the night, and the moon was doing something particular outside the narrow window, hanging at a specific phase that cast the entire courtyard in a strange silver type of light, making the stones look like they were polished glass.I felt the weight of the coming days pressing against the windowpane, but here inside the tower, the air felt different,

THALIA’S POVThe moon ceremony trial was not explained to me before the guards arrived at the tower door to collect me.There was no briefing, no legal document outlining my rights or the expected conduct of the ceremony, and no preparation for what I would face once I stepped out of the safety of the stone room. I had come to expect this—information always arrived stripped of context, delivered at the last possible second, and in that, it was perfect. I moved through it the same way I moved through everything, which was with absolute and singular attention to what was actually in the room rather than what I had imagined the room would look like.The guards were silent, their faces masked with the practiced indifference that defined the lower ranks of the security detail. They marched me across the inner courtyard, past the quarters where the pack lived their daily lives, toward the eastern edge of the compound.The air was colder here, biting at my skin, and the sky was a bruised sha

THALIA’S POVThe morning light bleeding into the tower felt heavy and bruised. I woke long before the sun had fully crested the horizon, listening to the subtle shift in the compound’s atmosphere. It wasn't anything you could see, but you could feel the way the air had curdled.Footsteps outside were dragging against the stone, the usual morning whistles were absent, and there was a frantic, hushed energy radiating from the inner courtyard. Clusters of wolves were forming in the dark corners, their voices tight and sharp, a stark contrast to the relative order we had managed to hold onto since the day of my public demotion.Constance eventually climbed the stairs, but the poise she usually carried like a shield was fractured. She set the breakfast tray down on the small table with a heavy clatter that echoed in the sudden silence of the room. I stayed on the bed, staring at the ceiling, but I could feel her eyes on me, searching for cracks in my resolve."Three council elders are meet