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Chapter 175

Penulis: Moonchild
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-08 14:50:20

Eric’s POV

For days now, I haven't slept right. Not really. I’d close my eyes and pretend to drift off, but my mind always betrayed me, dragging me back to the weight pressing on my chest like invisible stones.

That message had started as a warning. A flicker of paranoia. A single line that burned into my phone screen like fire.

“Does your mom know you’re bending for a Clawshade alpha?”

That first time I saw it, I froze. It had come from an anonymous number, no name, no profile picture, nothing but that accusation. I deleted it immediately, but it was too late. The words had already tattooed themselves into my thoughts.

I sat alone now in my room, the pale moonlight slipping through the blinds like fingers. My brushes sat untouched on the table. The half-finished canvas in front of me stared back like it knew. My hand hovered over my phone, heart pounding. I opened the saved messages again even though I had them memorized. Four in total now, each more pointed, more deliberate.

Does yo
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  • Alpha’s Moonchild   Chapter 175

    Eric’s POVFor days now, I haven't slept right. Not really. I’d close my eyes and pretend to drift off, but my mind always betrayed me, dragging me back to the weight pressing on my chest like invisible stones.That message had started as a warning. A flicker of paranoia. A single line that burned into my phone screen like fire.“Does your mom know you’re bending for a Clawshade alpha?”That first time I saw it, I froze. It had come from an anonymous number, no name, no profile picture, nothing but that accusation. I deleted it immediately, but it was too late. The words had already tattooed themselves into my thoughts.I sat alone now in my room, the pale moonlight slipping through the blinds like fingers. My brushes sat untouched on the table. The half-finished canvas in front of me stared back like it knew. My hand hovered over my phone, heart pounding. I opened the saved messages again even though I had them memorized. Four in total now, each more pointed, more deliberate.Does yo

  • Alpha’s Moonchild   Chapter 174

    Elvira – First Person POV The elevator doors parted with a soft chime, but I barely registered it. My fingers were still curled tight around the photograph Elyra had given me, edges warm from the heat of my palm, the paper now soft with handling. I walked down the corridor of the Pack Tower, past the high windows where early sunlight slanted in golden ribbons across the polished stone floors. My boots clicked with soft echoes, each step pulling me farther away from the quiet countryside and back into the tower’s sterile heart. Cassian’s office door was open. He was hunched over his desk, shoulders tight, fingers poised at the edge of his keyboard but not moving, like he was willing it to type for him. He looked up the moment I crossed the threshold. “Elvira?” His voice was a rush of disbelief and something else—relief, sharp and unguarded. I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I stepped into the room and shut the door behind me, leaning back against it. I didn’t realize how tired I

  • Alpha’s Moonchild   Chapter 173

    Elvira Back to dad’s room. The room had fallen silent, save for the faint ticking of the clock on the far wall and the soft hum of breath escaping my father’s lips. His chest rose and fell rhythmically beneath the thick woven blanket Magreat had wrapped him in, one weathered hand resting limp over mine. The herbal concoction she’d brewed worked quickly, lulling him into the kind of sleep that was rare for him these days, deep, dreamless, peaceful. I sat beside him, our hands loosely twined, my thumb brushing across the back of his aged knuckles. His skin was cool, thinned from time and illness, but there was warmth still, enough to cling to, enough to pretend nothing had changed. A lullaby slipped from my lips, so soft I could barely hear it myself. I didn’t know where the melody came from. It wasn’t one of my mother’s old songs, nor something I remembered from childhood. It simply… emerged, weaving through the air like smoke, curling around my father’s sleeping form. Notes trembl

  • Alpha’s Moonchild   Chapter 172

    Elvira The silence was a living thing. For a moment, neither of us moved. Elyra stood frozen in the doorway, her hand splayed protectively across her stomach. And me? I was still trying to breathe, still trying to understand what I was seeing, what I was feeling. She looked… different. Softer and rounder. Not just from the obvious swell of her stomach, but from something else, something in her eyes. The Elyra I remembered had always worn her emotions like armor, hard and sharp and untouchable. But now… her gaze trembled. Like the mere sight of me might unravel her. “Elvira,” she whispered again, stepping further into the room. I blinked and found my voice. “Elyra… gods, it’s been…how long?” “Seven months,” she said with a half-smile, brushing her curls behind her ear. “Maybe more.” It had been. Not since that day in Morrien have we stood face to face. That night, I had questioned her and we nearly argued, and though we were sisters by blood—half-sisters, technically, we’d spent

  • Alpha’s Moonchild   Chapter 171

    Elvira – First Person POV The summit had ended, its echoes still reverberating in the cold stone walls of the room. The air was thick with the weight of decisions made, the lingering tension of alliances and rivals. The others filed out, some with solemn faces, others with their thoughts. I stood there, motionless for a moment, watching the backs of those who left, each of them carrying their burdens like armor, too heavy to shed. I had expected Jaxon to follow me, as he always did. But he didn’t. He didn’t even glance back. For some reason the weight in my chest grew heavier, suffocating in the silence that followed. He was different tonight. Maybe he was tired of asking, tired of wondering if I remembered who I was, who we were. I glanced down at my hands, empty now, and then turned toward the door. I felt so uneasy for some reason I couldn't wrap my head round. But tonight wasn’t about him. My father… I had to go to him. I hadn’t seen him in so long, and he wasn’t getting any

  • Alpha’s Moonchild   Chapter 170

    Jaxon It was the cold that woke me, not the frigid air, but the type that crawled into your bones and reminded you you were still alive, despite wishing otherwise. The chamber was a wreck. I sat up slowly, the coarse sheet tangled around my legs, damp from days of sweat and spilled liquor. Empty glasses lined the edge of the fireplace, dust clinging to their rims. My beard had overgrown, curling wildly across my jaw, and my brows were thick enough to cast shadows on my lids. I looked feral. Untamed. Exactly how I felt inside. It's been…Two weeks? Three? Since I made her believe I didn’t want her anymore. I hadn’t stepped outside once. The tower had grown used to my silence. My Beta, Ronan, stopped knocking. Even Cassian had gone quiet. Maybe they thought I was dead. Maybe they hoped I was. Would’ve been easier for everyone. Except… I couldn’t die. Not until I saw her again. I rose from the edge of the bed, my limbs groaning in protest. The mirror caught my reflection and I ba

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