The Alpha King And His Chosen Luna novel Chapter 246

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(Isla)

The library felt different the next morning. Nothing had changed inside it, yet I entered with a question that had followed me through the entire night. Caius remained beside me as we crossed. toward the table where the oldest journals had been arranged. Pryor had already opened the

curtains for us.

I looked across the books before sitting down. Some had cracked covers, while others were wrapped in cloth to protect pages that had survived for centuries. The journal that had opened for me before rested apart from the others. Caius had placed it there himself before anyone else

entered.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

I looked at the closed journal. Part of me wanted to touch it at once and demand every answer it had refused to give us. Another part remembered what happened the last time it showed me something. I placed both hands on the table instead.

“I am.”

Caius took the chair beside mine. He didn’t remind me to be careful because he knew I already understood the risk. Instead, he opened one of the smaller journals we had studied together

during my training. Its pages held symbols he had patiently taught me to recognize, one lesson at

a time.

“We start the same way as before,” he said. “No touching anything until we’ve read every page

around the warning.”

I nodded and pulled the smaller journal closer. The symbols had once looked like meaningless lines carved into the page. Now I understood some marked bloodlines, while others warned of danger or protection. One symbol continued appearing beside every reference to a hidden child.

I pointed to it.

\ “This one.”

Caius leaned closer. The mark resembled a circle divided by three lines, with a smaller mark placed beneath it. We had seen it before, but never enoupgh times to understand what it meant.

“It appeared beside the warning,” I said.

“And beside two older entries concerning children removed from their birth packs,” Caius replied. “Pryor found another reference last night.”

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He reached for a loose sheet resting beneath the journal. Pryor had copied a page too damage. to

move from the archives. The same divided circle appeared at the top, followed by several lines written in an older form of the eastern language.

I read the first sentence twice.

“The child must remain beyond the reach of those named as blood.”

Caius said nothing. I read it again, hoping I had misunderstood one of the words. The meaning remained the same. Whoever wrote it had separated blood from family as though they weren’t

always the same thing.

“What comes next?” he asked.

I followed the line beneath it. Several words had faded, but the final part remained clear enough to

understand. I felt Vaela lift her head inside me before I finished reading.

“Those who carry the child may not be those who created her.”

The library became silent.

I looked at Caius. His face revealed little, but the bond carried the change in his thoughts. He had considered the possibility last night because I brought it to him. Seeing it written in an ancient

record made the idea harder to dismiss.

“This could refer to someone else,” I said.

“It could.”

Neither of us believed that was likely. The symbol connected the passage to the same warning that named Derek and Helene. Too many pieces were beginning to point toward the same answer.

I turned back to the old journal.

“Why would anyone give me to them?”

Caius rested one hand beside mine on the table. He didn’t offer a guess only to make the silence easier. That was one of the things I trusted most about him. When he didn’t know, he never pretended otherwise.

“We’ll find that answer too.”

I reached for the page but stopped before touching it. The old fear returned, not strong enough to drive me away, but enough to remind me what my gift could do. Vaela remained close without pushing. She understood this choice belonged to both of us.

‘Do you feel anything?’ I asked her.

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‘Waiting.’

‘From the journal?’

‘From something beneath it.’

I looked down.

The copied page rested over another sheet of parchment. I moved the first one aside and found a piece of paper much darker with age. Caius had not placed it there, and neither of us had seen it

when we sat down.

“Was this here before?” I asked.

“No.”

He stood and examined the table before looking toward the library doors. The guards outside had not entered, and Pryor had left before we arrived. No one should have been able to place anything

beneath the copy without being noticed.

I looked at the page again.

The divided circle filled the top corner. Beneath it was another symbol I had never seen, one shaped like two wolves facing away from each other. A line connected them through a small mark

at the center.

Vaela pressed closer.

‘Touch it.’

I drew my hand back.

‘Why?’

‘Because it knows us.’

I told Caius what she said. He moved his chair closer until our arms touched. His attention

remained fixed on the page, but he didn’t reach for it.

“Only if you’re certain,” he said.

“I’m not.”

“Then we wait.”

I looked at the unknown symbol again. Waiting had once protected me because I had no other choice. Now it felt like allowing someone else to keep deciding how much truth I deserved. I placed one finger against the lower edge of the parchment.

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Nothing happened.

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