My Alpha Wants Two Lunas I'm Done novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31 Do You Believe Me?

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The air was thick with the smell of rust and old blood. A man stood at the edge of the firelight, his figure looming like a weathered cliff carved by years of war. His face, though, was nothing like the one I’d heard about.

Grime and gun smoke darkened his skin, and a tangled beard swallowed most of his lower face. Only his smoke-gray eyes cut sharply through the gloom, burning with a quiet intensity.

He studied me for a long moment before speaking. “Are you General Conlay’s daughter?” His voice was rough, edged with doubt.

“Yes,” I answered, lifting my chin. “I’m Laila Conlay of the Silvermoon Pack. General Conlay’s daughter.” I said it loudly, confidently, though a flicker of hesitation passed through me.

Was this really Prince Vance? Wasn’t Prince Vance supposed to be the most handsome man in the Rydar Kingdom?

They said his looks alone could make even the proudest noble she-wolf bare her neck willingly, eager to be claimed.

The man in front of me, however, looked more like a feral rogue dragged straight out of a blood-soaked wasteland. He was wild, savage and unkempt.

Nita screamed inside my mind, “Oh no, Laila. I told you, I’m extremely looks-oriented. Extremely. I only accept handsome mates. He’s an insult to aesthetics. I declare him eliminated. Immediately.”

“Quiet,” I muttered inwardly, soothing her without realizing Prince Vance had stepped closer.

By the time I noticed, he was already moving back again. This time, his eyes seemed brighter.

“Come with me, General Conlay’s daughter.”

I finally let out the breath I’d been holding.

Nita muttered uneasily, “How did he confirm your identity so fast? That’s strange…”

I brushed it aside and followed him deeper into the camp.

After only a short distance, my heart sank.

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Chapter 31 Do You Believe Me?

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Vagen Battlefield had once been the gathering point for 400,000 werewolf warriors. Now, fewer than 200,000 remained. The past two years of Prince Vance’s campaign must have been brutal, every inch reclaimed with howls and blood.

At the commander’s tent, several male werewolves stood guard. Like Prince Vance, they were dressed in torn clothing, their skin darkened by soot and sun, their beards wild and untrimmed. One of them I recognized immediately.

Finneas Woods, one of my father’s former officers. When I was young, he had once carried me in his arms.

He strode toward me, eyes fixed on my face. “Laila… is it really you?”

“Mr. Woods.” My voice wavered, heat stinging my eyes. His lips trembled as he nodded, then turned away, tears glinting despite his effort to hide them.

More of my father’s old soldiers drifted closer, their eyes red in the firelight.

One elderly general asked softly, “Laila, how is Luna? Is she still smiling as much as before?”

My mother’s name pierced my heart like a poisoned blade.

Tears nearly spilled, but revealing the massacre of the Conlay family now would only shatter morale.

I forced myself to nod and spoke quickly, “I have urgent military matters to report to Prince Vance. Mr. Woods, we’ll talk later.”

“If it’s intelligence, report inside,” Prince Vance said coldly. He lifted the tent flap and went in first. I followed at once.

The tent was barely warmer than the night outside. A table stood at the center, covered with terrain maps and a sand model for tactical planning.

In the corner was a narrow bed, its blankets stained gray-black and heavy with the smell of blood and herbs. Blood-soaked bandages lay discarded nearby.

“This place is unbelievably rough,” Nita complained. “No hygiene at all. He’s a general, at least.”

I said nothing, a quiet respect rising in my chest instead. Living like this, he had still held the battlefield together.

“Speak,” he said. “What’s the urgent intelligence?”

There were no chairs. A mat lay beside the sand able, and Samuel sat down without ceremony. I straightened and reported everything I’d learned, exactly as it was.

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