Chapter 132 She Cant Be The Luna

• Elara didn’t expect to find giggles echoing through the east wing. A guard escorted her to the private lounge, where Lyra’s high-pitched laughter spilled through the door. Elara paused, drawing a sharp breath to steady her nerves before knocking. The door swung open to reveal a sprawling lounge draped with the scent of exotic flowers. Ornate decorations flanked white leather couches, and a minimalist glass table sat like an island in the center of the room. She hesitated, a small, tentative smile touching her lips. As she stepped into view, a man in his sixties with a shock of silver hair froze. His sharp, metallic eyes and angular features mirrored Alpha Fenris’s so closely she didn’t need an introduction; this was the Alpha’s uncle.
• “Is this your custom here… to barge in without an invitation?” the man snapped, his voice a low growl that halted her mid-step. Elara’s brows knit together, a flush of confusion rising to her cheeks. She darted a glance toward Lyra, who was perched on the armrest of the man’s chair, a triumphant smirk plastered across her face. The intimacy between them was unmistakable.
• “Umm… my apologies, I thought…” Elara began, but the man’s hand cut through the air, silencing her instantly. Elara stood stunned.