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Chapter Seventeen.

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The coldness in the chamber wasn’t from the stones or the winds—it was from within her.

Raya sat still, elbows on her knees, hands clasped tightly in front of her lips. The flicker of the torches along the wall cast restless shadows on the ground, mimicking the storm in her chest.

She didn’t speak.

She didn’t move.

She just breathed.

What are you doing, Raya?

What is this… this pull?, she asked herself.

She clenched her fists, remembering the sound—the sharp crack of the whip—the way it sliced through the air and struck his back. The way his skin split. The blood. The flinch. The stillness.

But what haunted her wasn’t his pain…

…it was that for a fleeting moment—she had felt it too.

The sting. The burn. The ache.

And worse… her wolf—her powerful, ancient soul—had turned her back. Literally. Refused to look. Refused to speak.

Raya had stood in the cell alone with the rogue and her silence.

Why?

He was an enemy.

A murderer.

A killer.

And yet, somehow… he was under her skin.

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  • Moan Of An Alpha Queen   Chapter Seventeen.

    The coldness in the chamber wasn’t from the stones or the winds—it was from within her.Raya sat still, elbows on her knees, hands clasped tightly in front of her lips. The flicker of the torches along the wall cast restless shadows on the ground, mimicking the storm in her chest.She didn’t speak.She didn’t move.She just breathed.What are you doing, Raya?What is this… this pull?, she asked herself.She clenched her fists, remembering the sound—the sharp crack of the whip—the way it sliced through the air and struck his back. The way his skin split. The blood. The flinch. The stillness.But what haunted her wasn’t his pain……it was that for a fleeting moment—she had felt it too.The sting. The burn. The ache.And worse… her wolf—her powerful, ancient soul—had turned her back. Literally. Refused to look. Refused to speak.Raya had stood in the cell alone with the rogue and her silence.Why?He was an enemy.A murderer.A killer.And yet, somehow… he was under her skin.A knock echo

  • Moan Of An Alpha Queen   Chapter Sixteen.

    The silence in the underground war chamber was deceptive—like the calm that whispered before a fatal storm.Vael stood in the center, his sharp features lit by the flickering golden flames of the sconces. He was motionless, but the very air around him trembled. Power wrapped around him like a second skin—dark, ancient, untamed. His shoulders broad, chest bare beneath the open folds of his tunic, and his black trousers soaked with sweat from a brutal training session that had done nothing to ease his tension.His jaw tightened as he stared down at the bloodstained map before him, a map that held every route to the Queen's territory.Raya.He spat her name like venom.She had him.Humphrey.Captured. Humiliated. Shackled.Vael's fist slammed into the table, cracking the thick oak surface. The guards at the far end of the chamber stiffened but didn’t dare approach. They knew better. When Vael was like this, his anger was not for the faint-hearted—it was lethal.He paced now, his presence

  • Moan Of An Alpha Queen   Chapter Fifteen

    The air was thick with dampness, anger, and something else—something heavier. A tension so dense, even the stone beneath our feet seemed to tremble. The torches lining the chamber walls flickered, their flames cowed by the storm of emotion spiraling through the room. Shadows twisted along the damp stone walls like spirits stirred awake.I stood in the middle of it all, posture stiff, breath shallow. Nyxara—my wolf—paced restlessly inside me. Her rage swelled like a rising tide, clawing at the edges of my control. She howled for blood, for vengeance. But who she howled for—Humphrey—was her enemy.The more the merrier, I thought bitterly.Humphrey just watched me at the far end of the chamber, shackled in silver. The metal bit into his wrists, hissing faintly where it kissed his skin. His shirt was torn at the chest, ripped from the scuffle that led to his capture, but he didn't look defeated.He looked calm.Too calm.He sat like a king deposed, jaw set, dark eyes unreadable. The flick

  • Moan Of An Alpha Queen   Chapter Fourteen

    I ignored what I saw as I grunted and turned sharply, storming across the dungeon chamber. My heart was still thrumming in a rhythm that didn’t feel like mine. The air smelled of blood, metal, and the undeniable scent of him. My hand curled into a fist. I needed to breathe. I needed to forget.But I couldn't.Instead, I reached for the small black pouch I always carried. Salt. A reminder of pain. Of purification. Of consequence. I dipped my fingers into the coarse grains, each crystal like a grain of war history, and turned toward him slowly, my boots echoing across the stone floor.He watched me in silence, chest heaving, sweat glistening down his battered torso. The whip marks along his back were raw and open—each one like a cursed mark I had placed there myself. Because I had. And each one felt heavier than the last."Turn around," I said, my voice rougher than I intended.His brow arched with slow amusement, but he did as I commanded, his chains rattling with the movement. His bod

  • Moan Of An Alpha Queen   Chapter Thirteen.

    I winced again!And this time I felt the pain around my body.The whip fell from my hand,it's leather still warm from contact,but it felt like Iike it had struck me instead of him. Deeper and sharper this time.He let out aow,breathless chuckle,lips curling despite the fresh blood trailing down his chest.“Careful Alpha,” he rasped,a voice laced with that maddening drawl, if you keep hitting me like that,I might start thinking you're into me”.My teeth ground together. “You're disgusting!.”“Am I?” His head tilted,chains rattling slightly. Because you didn't say that when you were moaning my name.”What the fuck? Who in the world gave him such audacity to talk to me In such a disrespectful manner?I grunted,fury flaring hot behind my eyes and without hesitation I slapped him. Hard.His head snapped sideways,the sound like thunder in the silence. Blood trickled from his lips,slow and crimson.His grin faltered.I stepped forward and grabbed his face with one hand, my fingers digging in

  • Moan Of An Alpha Queen   Chapter Twelve

    I didn’t know when my fingers wrapped around the handle of the whip.Perhaps it was the silence that filled the courtyard after the prisoner’s screams had faded into weak sobs, or the burning need for answers clawing at my insides like wildfire. Maybe it was the memory of his howl in the night—low, guttural, and haunting—that pulled me toward the edge of my restraint.My claws retracted with a soft hiss as I exhaled through my nose.I turned to Riven, my beta. His cold gaze was fixed on the whip in my hand, unreadable but piercing, like he could feel the tug of hesitation storming in me. I didn’t need to speak; I only gave him a nod. A command.He hesitated, his dark brows furrowing just slightly, his jaw tight. But finally, with a slow step back, he bowed. “As you command, My Queen.”Still, his gaze lingered on me as if asking silently—Why the sudden fear? Why the hesitation?I didn’t even have an answer.When his footsteps finally disappeared into the wind, I turned back to the only

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