Alpha’s Moonchild

Elvira I gasped for air, my throat burning as if I’d been screaming for hours. My wrists ached, the sharp bite of metal digging into my skin. I tried to move, but the clinking of chains told me I was trapped. Where am I? It was dark, cold and suffocating. The air smelled damp, like decay. My heartbeat pounded in my ears as I struggled to piece together my last memory. Wolfbane…..I had been sent to Elder Marwen’s hut to retrieve the sacred vial that would seal my mate bond with Alpha Deric of Shadowfang Pack. I remembered the excitement thrumming in my veins, Deric and I had exchanged letters for months, planning this day. My eighteenth birthday. The day I would finally meet my mate. But I never made it back. I clenched my fists, wincing at the sting of cuts and bruises. My body ached, throbbing with pain I couldn’t remember earning. Something wasn’t right, how did i end up here? Suddenly, I heard muffled voices above me. The steady sound of a crowd. A ceremony. My bloo

Elvira I felt water, cold, relentless waves crashing over my body. My lungs burn. My limbs are heavy. Every inch of me is screaming in agony. I don’t know how long I’ve been here, half-submerged, my body battered and bruised. The wounds on my side throb painfully, and I can feel the sickening warmth of infection spreading through my skin. My clothes are torn, soaked with water and blood. I force my eyes open. The environment around me is blurred, my head spinning. A thick mist hovers over the riverbank, shrouding everything in eerie silence. Where am I? How am I still alive? I clutch my rib, where the arrow pierced me. The pain is sharp, but I grit my teeth and push myself up. My limbs shake, but I manage to stand. I need to move. I don’t know where I am. I don’t know where to go. But I have to keep moving. I step forward, my bare feet sinking into the damp ground. The forest looms ahead, dark and still. I stagger into it, hoping, praying, that I find a way out of this nightmar

Elvira I had never felt water this warm before. It soaked into my skin, easing the knots in my muscles, washing away the filth of what felt like months of suffering. My bruise mark stung a little as I scrubbed myself raw, but I didn’t stop until the water ran murky and my skin was clean. Stepping out, I wrapped a towel around myself and walked back into the bedroom. A fresh tunic and trousers were waiting for me. I dressed quickly, my damp hair sticking to the back of my neck, and I turned to the plate of food left on the small wooden table. I hadn’t realized how starving I was until I took the first bite. The flavors were rich, too good. I ate quickly, barely chewing, forcing myself to finish everything. ‘Eat when you can. You never know when the next meal will come.’ I’d learned that rule long ago. By the time I finished, my stomach ached from how fast I’d eaten, and exhaustion settled deep in my bones. I hesitated before moving toward the bed. It was soft, too foreign. I had

JaxonThe moment I left the courtyard, my chest tightened like a knot. I couldn’t ignore it any longer. That silver glow on her hand… it wasn’t just light catching her skin. I saw it. I felt something in my core shift when I touched her. No ordinary wolf radiates magic like that—especially not from Bloodmoon.I waited until the moon slipped halfway across the sky before I called in the oldest member of the healer’s guild—Elder Kael. He walked into my private chamber with a limp in his left knee and that perpetual squint in his eye, but his senses were still sharp.“What troubles you at this hour, Alpha?” he asked, bowing slightly.I folded my arms behind my back. “I need answers… and complete discretion.”Kael raised a brow. “You have it.”I didn’t waste time. “What do you know about a silver glow appearing when physical contact is made? Not from pain, not from shift. Just… a light. Like power coming to the surface.”The old man froze. For a moment, I thought he hadn’t heard me, but

JaxonShe’s right.Maybe I shouldn’t have brought her here. But I couldn’t leave her out there—half-dead, bruised, and bleeding, for rogues to devour. Whatever she is, she didn’t deserve to die like that.I sat on the chair across from her. Her gaze met mine for a split second, then darted away like a frightened animal. That same caution was in her every move.“Elvira,” I called softly.Her head rose, lips parted slightly. Her eyes, deep, cautious, told me she expected nothing good from this conversation.“Now tell me,” I said, steadying my voice. “What happened to you? Who did this to you?”She didn’t answer. Her silence was like a wall. I studied her, every twitch of her brow, every shift of her hands. She wasn’t just scared. She was protecting something. Or someone.“Whoever did this to you doesn’t have power in my pack,” I said firmly. “If that’s what you’re worried about.”Still nothing. Her eyes moved down to her lap, where her fingers twisted together.“If you tell me the truth