The Rise Of The Betrayed Luna (Amorah and Holmes) novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134

Bethany POV

I stayed hidden inside the abandoned safehouse while rain hit the metal roof hard enough to shake the old pipes. The pass in my side kept getting worse, and the scent suppressants burning against my skin made my wolf restless and aggressive.

The council wolves were still hunting me after the information I leaked spread through the Alpha territories. I already too much now, and desperate wolves always cleaned up loose ends when power started collapsing around them.

I limped toward the cracked bathroom mirror and pulled my shirt higher to check the wound again. The silver knife damage had slowed my healing badly, and my wolf growled low inside my chest from the weakness.

“You should’ve killed me properly, I muttered to my reflection quietly. “Now everybody gets to suffer instead.”

The safehouse used to belong to rogue wolves connected to old bloodline operations years ago. Most modern wolves would never recognize the hidden symbols carved beside the doors, but I recognized every single one immediately.

The symbols marked erased bloodlines connected to succession disputes and hidden heirs. Some of those heirs disappeared quietly while others were absorbed into stronger Alpha territories until nobody remembered where they came from

anymore.

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I walked slowly into the small kitchen and opened the encrypted tablet sitting beside the counter. Several Alpha channels were already exploding with new rumors about Holmes, Amorah, and the council corruption spreading publicly.

But what irritated me most was seeing Amorah’s name gaining support everywhere.

Wolves defended her openly now while female wolves praised her openly. Even neutral territories respected her now.

I stared at one image showing Amorah standing beside Conrad during a territory meeting earlier that week. Conrad’s hand rested protectively against her lower back while she spoke calmly to the gathered wolves.

My chest tightened painfully. Not because I wanted Conrad/anymore. Because Amorah became what I never managed to

become.

I leaned back against the counter and closed my eyes briefly. Years ago, I thought power alone would protect me from humiliation, rejection, and survival inside the Alpha system.

I was wrong. The system only loved useful women. The moment usefulness disappeared, so did protection.

Conrad never truly wanted me the way he wanted Amorah now. Looking back, I could finally adnut hat honestly to myself without pretending otherwise.

He respected Amorah.

He trusted her.

He looked at her like she mattered outside politics. That kind of bond could not be manipulated into existence.

I laughed bitterly under my breath and grabbed the pain medication sitting near the sink. The pills tasted temble, but the ache in my side had started making my vision blur slightly.

“Pathetic,” I whispered to myself. “You lost to the one woman you tried hardest to destroy.”

The worst part was realizing Holmes never truly loved anybody either.

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Chapter 134–

Not me, ut Amesah, and not even himself. Holmes loved ambition more than any woman alive.

At first, I mistook his obsession with status for devotion because he pursued power with the same intensity most wolves chased mates. But eventually realized he only cared about whoever moved him closer to influence.

That included me once. And before me, it included Amorah.

I walked toward the back room carefully and unlocked the hidden storage case beneath the floorboards. Inside were old files connected to the bloodline program Conrad’s council had spent years trying to erase quietly.

Including the twins. Kyra and Zane. Even thinking about them made my stomach twist strangely.

Those children attached themselves to Amorah faster than they ever attached themselves to me. No matter how much time I spent trying to build loyalty, they always looked at me carefully instead of naturally.

But with Amorah, it happened immediately.

I pulled one faded file from the box and opened it slowly. The old records still carried original bloodline stamps connected to hidden Supreme Alpha succession disputes from years ago.

The twins were never ordinary children.

They were protected assets. Important enough to hide. Dangerous enough to erase.

Holmes and I never stole them ourselves. That part of the story had always been messier than wolves realized.

Years ago, another wolf disappeared suddenly while transporting hidden bloodline children between territories. Afterward, the twins ended up redirected into custody arrangements connected to political protection programs.

That was where Holmes entered the situation.

At first, we only intended to use the information carefully for leverage against the council later. But once Holmes realized how valuable the twins‘ bloodline might become politically, everything changed.

Including Amorah’s future.

I closed the file slowly and sat on the edge of the bed while my wolf paced restlessly beneath my skin. The old safehouse smelled like dust, blood, and burned technology from outdated scent blockers.

A notification suddenly flashed across the encrypted tablet beside me.

UNKNOWN SOURCE RECEIVED.

I frowned immediately and grabbed the device carefully. Very few wolves still knew how to contact these hidden channels safely anymore.

I opened the message slowly. Inside was a medical image.

Then another.

Then a final classified document.

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