The Alpha King And His Chosen Luna novel Chapter 247

The broken seal

(Caius)

The words remained on the page while neither of us moved. Isla stared at them as though looking away might make them disappear. I kept my attention on her instead of the parchment. The bond carried disbelief, fear, and a question she did not know how to ask.

The woman who carried you is still alive.

I read the sentence again, searching for another meaning. There was none. Whoever had written those words wanted Isla to understand them exactly as they appeared.

“Do you believe it?” she asked.

“I believe the journal showed you those words for a reason.” I refused to call them truth before we had proof. The journal had revealed memories, warnings, and hidden records, but it had also shown a future that hadn’t happened. We needed to understand which kind of message this was.

Isla looked back at the parchment. The sentence remained even though every other word had vanished. Her fingers rested near the page without touching it again. I could feel Vaela close inside

her, listening to everything.

“She carried me,” Isla said. “That does not mean she gave birth to me.”

“No.” I moved the parchment farther from her hand. “We should not decide what it means before

we find the rest.”

She accepted the answer, though I knew it gave her little comfort.

I crossed toward the shelves holding Wraithbone’s oldest records before stopping. My hand rested on the spine of one of the ledgers as a thought settled in. After a moment, I let out a quiet breath.

“These won’t tell us who your parents were, ”

Isla looked at me.

“Why not?”

“Because these are Wraithbone records.” I turned back to face her. “If Derek and Helene truly raised

you in Ashcrest, your birth should have been recorded there, not here.”

She looked back at the parchment.

“Unless I wasn’t born in Ashcrest.”

“Exactly.”

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The broken seal

The thought settled between us.

I looked toward the shelves again.

“There is another possibility.”

“What?”

“My family has protected the old laws for generations.” I looked back at her. “If one of the Alpha Kings before me knew about a Celestial child, they may have kept private records separate from

the pack archives.”

“You think someone in your bloodline knew about me?”

“I don’t know.” I shook my head once. “But if they did, they may have left something behind.” /

I turned toward another section of the library.

Those shelves held journals and sealed records that only the Alpha King had permission to read. Very few wolves even knew they existed. If answers had been hidden anywhere inside Wraithbone, that was where I intended to begin looking.

I reached for the oldest journal on the highest shelf. Dust covered the leather, telling me it hadn’t been opened in many years. My father had shown me this section before I became Alpha King and made me promise never to ignore the records left behind. Today, I finally understood why that promise mattered.

I carried the journal back to the table and placed it carefully between us. The cover bore the Blackthorn crest pressed into faded leather, worn by time but still recognizable. There was no title on the front, only a date carved into the corner nearly three hundred years ago. I opened it slowly, expecting pages filled with ordinary records. Instead, the first page held a single sentence.

“For the Alpha Kings who come after me, there are truths the Council must never possess.”

I read the sentence twice before turning the

page.

The next several pages contained no names. No dates. Only observations written by one Alpha King for the next. Each entry spoke of unusual wolves, hidden gifts, and laws that had been forgotten outside Wraithbone. Then one line brought me to a stop.

If another Celestial child is ever born, trust the journals before you trust the Council.

I felt Isla’s eyes lift to mine.

“Someone knew, she whispered,

“Yes,” I said quietly. “Long before either of us was born.”

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I lowered my eyes to the next paragraph.

The handwriting changed slightly, telling me another Alpha King had continued where the first had

stopped. The message had been added decades later, yet it carried the same purpose.

The journals remember what men choose to forget.

I looked at Isla.

“I think my ancestors understood these journals better than anyone else.”

She rested her hand lightly against the open page.

“And they knew one day someone would need them again.”

“I believe they did.”

I turned to the next page, wondering what else my bloodline had been protecting for centuries.

The next page held what looked like an ordinary family record. Names filled the first half, each followed by dates and brief notes written in the same careful hand. Then I reached the bottom of the page, where one line had been covered with dark wax instead of ink. Pressed into the hardened seal was the same divided circle we had found inside the journals.

Isla leaned closer.

“What does it say?”

I studied the seal for a moment before looking at her.

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “Whoever sealed this wanted to make certain no Alpha King read it until

the right time.”

My fingers rested lightly against the edge of the page.

“The question is whether that time has finally arrived.”

I kept my hand beside the page without touching the seal. Centuries had passed since someone,

pressed that mark into the wax, yet it remained unbroken. Whoever left it behind hadn’t been trying to hide ordinary history. They had been protecting something they believed the wrong hands should never find.

Isla studied the seal before looking at me.

“If we break it…”

“We can’t undo it,” I said.

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