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THE ROAD BACK TO MOONCREST

作者: Jacinta
last update 公開日: 2026-10-03 13:48:27

The ridge is quiet in the wrong way.

The sealed wound in the earth still radiates a faint wrongness, but the First Hunger’s attention has withdrawn. Sera’s presence inside the new weave has gone still—watching, but no longer pushing. The Convergence forces have vanished into the trees. What remains is exhaustion, cold, and the heavy knowledge that we cannot stay here.

Jodan is the first to say it.

“We return to Mooncrest. Now. Whatever woke out here will only get worse if we keep bleeding p
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  • Bound to Four Alphas    First Light

    The sky over Mooncrest turns from black to iron gray. We do not wait for the Council messengers to come collect us. When the first real light touches the high windows of the Royal Hall, we rise together—April at the center, the four alphas close enough that the strained reciprocal weave can still share strength, Jax and his remaining people forming a loose outer ring, Selene walking with Tessa and Mira, Eryx carrying Lira because she still cannot stand alone for long. The suppression net bites harder the moment we cross the threshold into open air. Every step sends a dull, grinding pain through the claim. Riven’s jaw is locked. Jodan’s ice keeps trying to form and failing under the old compact’s residual weight. Lucien’s usual sharp grace is reduced to careful, measured movement. Eryx’s healing light is little more than a faint glow around Lira. Yet none of them fall back. The central courtyard is already filling. Students line the stone tiers and the edges of the training ground

  • Bound to Four Alphas    Until Dawn

    The Royal Hall does not empty. Even after Queen Maerwen and her enforcers withdraw, a core of student witnesses remains—some defiant, some afraid, some simply unwilling to leave the only place where the truth about the missing omegas has been spoken out loud. The suppression net still hangs in the air like invisible wire. Every breath scrapes against it. The reciprocal weave throbs with the residual fracture the old compact left behind. We are given no private rooms. No medical wing. No time to disappear into the tunnels. The Queen’s final order was clear: remain inside the Royal wing until dawn, or be treated as enemies of the realm. So we take the far side of the outer chamber, the same stone floor still marked by the broken ritual lines, and we make a temporary camp in full view of anyone who cares to watch. Eryx works first. He lays Lira on a folded cloak, checks her pulse, and feeds the last steady threads of his healing light into the places where the rewrite tried to rebuil

  • Bound to Four Alphas    The Old Compact

    The ancient compact does not strike like the Council’s earlier scripts. It settles. A slow, heavy pressure sinks through the reciprocal weave, older than any of us, older than the current laws of Mooncrest, older than the idea that an omega could ever choose more than one alpha and keep the choice. It does not try to break the claim. It tries to reorder it—force a hierarchy where none was built, push the four equal threads into ranked positions, and place my own signature at the bottom as something that must be stabilized rather than free. Pain blooms behind my sternum. Riven’s knees hit the stone again. Jodan’s ice fractures and reforms in jagged pieces. Lucien’s focus blurs under the weight. Eryx’s healing light gutters so low that Lira moans in his arms. The crack that opened in the last moments of the Review becomes a visible fracture running through every thread connecting us. Students in the upper hall feel it too. Some cry out. Some step back as if the air itself has turne

  • Bound to Four Alphas    The Weight of Witnesses

    Queen Maerwen’s declaration drops into the lower chamber like a stone into still water. “The Review is over. By emergency authority of the reconstituted Council, April Moonvale and all associated alphas are hereby placed under immediate campus-wide bond suppression pending full stabilization. Any resistance will be met with force. The witnesses upstairs have already been informed that further disruption endangers every student on this mountain.” For a moment no one breathes. Then the reciprocal weave flinches. Not from any Council script this time—from the sudden, crushing knowledge that the very students who packed the upper hall to protect us have just been told we are the danger. I feel the first real crack run through the claim: not a break, but a stress fracture born of four alphas realizing the entire campus can now be turned into a weapon against the bond they chose. Riven’s head snaps up, gold eyes blazing. “She just made every student upstairs a hostage.” Jodan’s voice

  • Bound to Four Alphas    The Jumping Rewrite

    Lucien’s warning still echoes up the stairwell when I move. Jodan and Riven move with me. There is no discussion. The reciprocal weave is already pulling us downward, the unfinished template locked onto my signature like a hook set deep. Every step sends a fresh wave of invasive pressure through the bond—systematic, patient, searching for any place where consent might still be soft enough to rewrite. The stairs are narrow and cold. Old stone. Older magic. The air grows heavier the lower we go, thick with the residue of forced bindings and the sharp metallic scent of suppressants used in doses no healer would ever approve. Student witnesses try to follow; Jax’s remaining people hold them at the upper landing with tight, urgent gestures. This part cannot be public. Not yet. We hit the lower corridor at a run. The scene that opens in front of us is worse than the warning. A wide ritual chamber has been carved out beneath the Royal Hall—something the campus maps never showed. The lo

  • Bound to Four Alphas    The Lower Circle

    The second omega’s words hang in the air like a blade. “They finished the first stage. One of us is already rewritten. If you don’t break the lower circle in the next few minutes, the template locks permanently.” The remnants of the ritual lines on the floor pulse harder, reaching for me with slow, deliberate hunger. I feel the pull in the reciprocal weave—an invasive, systematic pressure that tries to map every thread, test every connection, and force a Council key into the structure we built by choice. The four alphas feel it at the same instant. Their power surges in answer without hesitation: Jodan’s ice hardening into a barrier that bites the air, Riven’s violence rising like a storm under his skin, Lucien’s focus cutting sharp as a blade edge, Eryx’s light flooding outward in a steady shield that tastes of protection and quiet fury. Queen Maerwen’s voice cracks across the chamber, cold and absolute. “Stand down. All of you. This Review is under emergency authority. Further i

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