My Alpha Wants Two Lunas? I'M Done (Laila and Holt) novel Chapter 48

Chapter 48 My Father

Third–person POV:

Nita bounced excitedly in the mind link.

Laila was stunned as well.

She could hardly connect the man before her with the commander who had once rolled in blood and mud.

The only thing that confirmed his identity was those smoke–gray eyes that were still like quenched steel blades.

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So it turned out that the thick beard had unintentionally protected his skin, sparing this face–praised as “Rydar’s Moonlight“– from being fully carved by wind and frost.

No wonder…

She thought silently, people all said Samuel was the most handsome man in Rydar.

And He was actually the second fated mate bestowed by the Moon Goddess?

Was it really true?

Even though Laila had already given up on love, when she heard Nita’s shrill scream and suddenly met his gaze, her heart still clenched hard, like it had been snapped shut by a steel trap.

“What? Don’t recognize this face anymore?” Samuel curled his lips and asked teasingly.

Laila’s face flushed red, and she quickly snapped into a military salute. “Marshal.”

Samuel gave a slight nod, then turned around.

“Follow me.”

He didn’t shift into wolf form; instead, he walked slowly.

Laila did the same, following behind him at an unhurried pace.

The soles of their boots crushed fresh snow, making faint crunching sounds.

The surroundings were eerily quiet. Even the cold crows had fallen silent. This land, soaked through with blood, appeared strangely peaceful beneath the curtain of snow as if the war had never happened, as if the wolves might still chase elk here, rather than each other’s throats.

If there had been no war…

Perhaps cubs would still be laughing and playing in this snowfield.

Laila pressed her lips together, suddenly thinking of what had just happened.

“Nita, is Samuel really our fated mate? Why does something feel off?”

She asked within the mind link.

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Chapter 48 My Father

Nita flicked her tail and closed her eyes, pretending to sleep. “Of course, he is our fated mate!”

“Really?”

“Of course! Why would I lie to you?”

Is that so?

Laila frowned. Why couldn’t she feel the natural pull that was supposed to exist between mates?

At last, Samuel stopped before a small hill.

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The leaves had long fallen, and there was little vegetation left. At a glance, narrow paths branched in all directions, leading toward higher ground.

The wind howled fiercely, sounding like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts.

Samuel stood atop the hill, hands behind his back, gazing toward the small path on the left. Beside that path stood a stone stele without words carved upon it.

“That unmarked stele was raised by the people of Irilla for your father. He held that vital choke point alone and was struck by seventeen poison–tipped arrows, yet he never fell. The people said that even after death, his claws were still driven deep into the earth.”

Laila’s vision blurred instantly.

Even though she had long been prepared, when the scene of her father’s and brothers‘ sacrifice was laid out so vividly before her, the pain still tore through her chest like a wolf’s claw.

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