The Rise Of The Betrayed Luna (Amorah and Holmes) novel Chapter 156

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Chapter 156: Anger After The Little Boy Peturned

Holmes POV

I could not stop staring at the photograph even after fridnight passed Young Amorah stood beside

every answer I uncovered only seemed to create ten more questions

The cabin was silent except for the hum of my laptop. Most of the wolves who still flowed me had already gone

I should have been sleeping too.

Instead, I opened another folder filled with old recordings from my marriage. At first, I told myself I was searching for clues about her bloodline

That

Th

sted less than an hour before I admitted I was looking for Arnorah

ng showed a council banquet from years ago. I watched myself speaking confidently while Amoran stood de.

hought her silence meant weakness. Now I saw something completely different.

tching everything.

ha, every alliance, ervery conversation.

focused on gaining influence, she focused of

ened another recording.

en another.

ours passed without me noticing.

In one video, I watched myself leave a me approached the same Alpha privately a

I remembered that alliance surviving

I never realized why.

Another recording showed a organizing it successfully

The footage showed A belonged to her.

My stomach twis

I clicked thro

g my position.

er insulting a neighboring Alpha. Twenty minutes later, Amorah aired the damage I had caused.

by several territories, Everyone congratulated me afterward for

arly everything/behind the scenes. I accepted praise that should have

The patter

Amoral

they reached me. Amorah smoothed conflicts before they became disasters.

while I chased power.

motionless in the dark.

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elf she needed me. Looking back now, I was starting to wonder how much I needed her instead.

nding beside her flashed through my mind. The thought immediately filled me with anger. ow. Most importantly, he had her.

and rubbed my face roughly. The frustration building inside me felt impossible to control lately.

ed about Amorah, the less I understood why fate would bring her into my life only to take her away.

not supposed to happen this way. Maybe she was always meant to stay beside me.

should have sounded ridiculous

singly reasonable to my wolf.

ock interrupted my thought

remaining followers

I asked.

Chapter 156 Anger After The Little Buy Returned My jaw lightened instantly.

hey abandoned the territory?”

He nodded once.

*They packed everything.”

Silence settled between us.

The numbers kept shrinking every week. I could smell doubt spreading through the wolves who remained.

They no longer looked at me the way they once had. The follower shifted uncomfortably.

“Some of them think we’re losing.”

My wolf pushed forward aggressively.

“Then they were never loyal.”

The wolf lowered his gaze. Maybe he agreed. Maybe he did not. I no longer knew.

After he left, I walked outside into the cold night air. The territory felt emptier than it had only a few months earlier. My wolf hated it.

Everything felt wrong.

The power I once held seemed to be slipping away piece by piece. And somehow, every road led back to Amorah. Bethany had warned me about this. She warned me that obsession would destroy me.

For once, she had been right. The next morning, I returned to the archives again.

I told myself I was searching for information.

The truth was much uglier. I was searching for reasons. Reasons why Amorah still mattered.

Reasons why losing her felt unbearable. Reasons why none of this felt finished.

A notification suddenly appeared across the screen.

PRIVATE ARCHIVE ACCESS RESTORED.

My pulse quickened immediately.

The archive belonged to my father. Most of his restricted records remained heavily encrypted even after his death. I opened the folder without hesitation. Dozens of documents filled the screen.

At first, nothing seemed unusual. There were financial reports. Council communications, succession discussions.

Routine political records. Then I found another section. The title alone made me freeze.

‘Project Exile.’

A cold feeling settled inside my chest.

I opened the file.

Document after document appeared. Meeting notes, private correspondence, funding reports.

My breathing slowed. Then I saw her name.

Amorah.

Again and again.

She appeared throughout years of records. I opened one of the letters. My father’s signature sat at the bottom. The contents made my stomach drop.

The document described future political risks. It discussed succession concerns and bloodline complications. Most importantly, it discussed Amorah.

She had been identified as a long-term threat years before her exile ever happened.

Not because of anything she had done. Because of who she might become.

I reread the letter several times. The meaning never changed. Her downfall had not been spontaneous.

Her exile had not been accidental. Someone arranged it, planned it, and benefited from it.

A horrible realization settled over me.

My father had been involved from the beginning.

Chapter 156 Anger After The Little Boy Returned

The room suddenly felt, suffocating. ! stood so quickly that my chair crashed into the wall

very memory looked different now.

Every argument

How many events had been manipulated without my knowledge?

How much had my father hidden from me?

My eyes landed on another folder. Financial Contributions.

I opened it immediately. Rows of transactions appeared across the screen. The operation had been expensive.

Someone funded it.

Someone invested in destroying Amorah’s reputation. My gaze moved down the page.

Then I stopped breathing. A familiar surname appeared.

I stared at it.

Then I checked the next document.

The same surname appeared again. The blood drained from my face. The evidence was undeniable.

Years ago, money had been transferred repeatedly into accounts connected to Project Exile.

Every trail led back to the same source.

Bethany’s family.

I stared at the screen while my wolf growled violently inside me. Someone had paid for Amorah’s destruction. And the records proved Bethany’s family helped finance every part of it.

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