The Rise Of The Betrayed Luna (Amorah and Holmes) novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151 The Ort They Were Ordered to

Chapter 151: The Girl They Were Urdered To Kill

Bethany PUV

The words from the restored file refused to leave my head. Third surviving heir successfully concealed.

I sat alone inside an abandoned tunnel network beneath rogue territory while cold air drifted through the cracked concrete walls. Every injury across my body ached worse tonight, but the pain barely registered anymore.

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for the first time, I finally understood something terrifying. Amorah was never collateral damage

t of the reason the entire conspiracy existed. That realization settled heavily inside my chest.

against the wall carefully while checking the outdated communication tablet balanced on my knee.

pt cutting in and out because these tunnels sat beneath abandoned border routes used during old Conflicts.

olves transported bloodlines through these passages secretly. Years ago, wolves disappeared here too.

t made my stomach twist uneasily. Too many ghosts lived inside these tunnels.

ain shot through my ribs suddenly. I gritted my teeth and pressed hand against the injury before forcing myself cused.

gal healer who treated me yesterday warned that I needed proper medical care soon. Unfortunately, proper medical me with questions.

tions got wolves killed. I had learned that lesson far too well.

otsteps echoed somewhere deeper inside the tunnels. My wolf instantly became alert.

rabbed the knife beside me while listening carefully. The scent reached me several seconds later.

ogue wolf. Not Holmes. Not council. Just another scavenger moving through the abandoned routes.

The footsteps faded eventually. Only then did I breathe again.

Living like this was exhausting. Every day felt like waiting for somebody to find me first.

My mind drifted unwillingly toward Holmes. Toward the wolf I once believed understood ambition better than anyone else.

Now I wasn’t even sure he understood himself. The more truths surfaced about Amorah, the worse he became.

The more she healed, the more unstable he looked. The more Conrad loved her openly, the more dangerous Holmes grew.

hated admitting it. But I was afraid of him now.

Not because he was powerful. Because he was losing control.

Years ago, Holmes wanted status. Then he wanted power.

Now he wanted possession. Those things were not the same.

I rubbed tiredly at my eyes before opening another encrypted archive I had spent days trying to recover. The files originated from old council storage systems connected to succession investigations.\

Most of the data remained corrupted. One audio recording survived.

1 stared at it for several seconds. Then I pressed play.

Static crackled through the speaker first. Several unfamiliar voices followed afterward.

Council wolves. Old ones.

Dead ones. Retired ones.

The recording date appeared across the screen. Twenty years ago. My pulse immediately accelerated. Whatever this was it mattered.

A male voice spoke first. “The three children cannot remain alive.” Silence followed briefly. Then another voice answered.

“The bloodline branch surviv

Cold spread through m

A female council

“The mother?”

A pause fo

“She fo

eliminate the branch completely.”

higher.

at dawn.”

cussed logetics Routes,

tnesses, and documentation alert the

sounded emotional None of them sounded conflicted

ere discussing inventory instead of children

My hand tightened around the tablet. Anger and disgust mixed inside me.

Then another voice entered the conversation unexpectedly. One ! recognized from archived files. A former council Alpha. His name appeared in beveral succession investigations years ago. “The order remains unchanged,” he said. “All three transported children are to be terminated.” My breathing stopped completely. Three children.

The recording ended abruptly after that. Silence filled the tunnel once again.

For several seconds, I simply stared at the dark screen. Then realization hit me.

Amorah Kyra

Zane. Three children

The convoy photograph. The hidden records. The bloodline classifications. Everything suddenly connected together.

Amorah was never separated from the mystery. She had always been inside it.

I swallowed hard. Years ago, someone ordered all three children killed.

Years ago, someone decided they were dangerous simply for existing. And somehow Amorah’s mother stopped it.

I opened another archive immediately. This one contained transport reports.

Most remained damaged beyond recovery. One surviving entry loaded partially.

The information appeared slowly across the screen. Each line made my pulse beat faster.

Transport failure. Protective guardian missing. Children unaccounted for. Emergency recovery suspended.

My chest tightened painfully. She didn’t obey.

Amorah’s mother never obeyed. Instead of delivering the children, she disappeared with them.

She betrayed the council. She betrayed the succession purge.

She chose the children. She chose them knowing it could cost her life.

Suddenly I understood why Amorah’s mother died. Suddenly I understood why records vanished.

I understood why Amorah’s identity changed repeatedly. I understood why wolves spent decades hiding evidence.

Because one woman destroyed their entire plan. One woman refused to sacrifice innocent children.

And I helped ruin her daughter afterward. That truth was impossible to escape.

The guilt hit harder than usual tonight. I closed my eyes briefly.

I remembered Amorah during those years. Quiet and patient despite everything.

She spent years trying desperately to make Holmes love her. She spent years trying desperately to belong.

All that time she carried a target on her back she never even knew existed. All that time she was fighting enemies she couldn’t see.

A bitter laugh escaped me. I spent years envying her.

I spent years believing she was simply the unwanted wife standing in my way. I never understood how much had already been taken from her before I arrived.

That realization didn’t redeem me. It only made everything uglier.

A sudden vibration pulled me from my thoughts. The communication tablet lit up unexpectedly.

Incoming rogue network transmission. My stomach dropped immediately. Nobody should have known I was here. I almost ignored it.

Then I noticed the signal source. Border region.

Near Conrad’s territory. Near Holmes. Slowly, I accepted the connection. Static filled the speaker first.

Several rogue wolves exchanged brief updates through the line. Movement reports and supply routes filled the

conversation.

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Nothing Important appeared at first. Then another voice entered the channel.

the moment theard it, every hair on my body stood up. Hulmes. I froze completely. His voice sounded different

Rougher and harder than before. Unstable in a way that made my wolf uneasy.

The rogue wolf speaking to hip sounded nervous. Even through the static, I could hear it.

“You’re crossing dangerous ground,” the rogue warned. “You should leave this alone.”

“I know,” Holmes answered. His tone remained calm…

A long silence followed. Then Holmes spoke again.

Every word carried absolute certainty. Every word carried obsession

“I spent too long letting other people decide things for me.” His voice sounded almost detached.

The rogue wolf didn’t answer. Neither did I.

My pulse hammered painfully inside my ears. Fear settled heavily inside my chest. Because he sounded like a wolf who no longer cared about consequences.

A wolf who had convinced himself he was right. A wolf who had nothing left to lose.

Then Holmes delivered the sentenend

“I’m bringing her home myself.”

ade genuine dread crawl through me. The tunnel suddenly felt colder.

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