All Chapters of Bullied by my stepsister; Claimed by the Alpha : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

~RIYAThe night after the witches' visit was a sleepless one.I stood on the balcony of the Alpha’s quarters, wrapped in a thick silver robe embroidered with the River Heart Pack’s sigil—a crescent moon and flowing river entwined. The fabric did little to ward off the chill that had settled deep in my bones. Not from the cold, but from the words of the witches. Their prophecy lingered in the corners of my mind like a haunting echo."Your bloodline is not just cursed, it's sacred. And sacred blood must be spilled to awaken the truth."Sacred. Cursed. Spilled.Those words rang like three bells tolling doom. I gripped the railing tighter, my knuckles paling as my thoughts raced through everything that had happened since I escaped Brandon. Since I met Nathaniel. Since I learned I was not just some abused orphan, but a mate… a Luna… a legacy.A legacy now threatened.Behind me, the heavy wooden doors creaked open and shut. I didn't have to look to know it was Nathaniel. His scent—cedarwood

~RIYAI wasn’t sure when sleep overtook me. One moment, I was staring up at the ceiling in Nathaniel’s arms, the soft thrum of his heartbeat lulling me into a trance. The next, I was standing in a field I had never seen before—at least not with my waking eyes.It was twilight. Not the kind that happened before dawn or after dusk, but a strange, eternal in-between. The sky was tinged with violet and gold, the clouds swirling in a spiral above my head like a whirlpool in the heavens. I looked down at my feet—bare. The grass was silver, shimmering with dew even though there was no sun or moon above.I wasn’t alone.A woman stood in the distance. She was robed in black feathers, her long hair trailing behind her like smoke. Her face was hidden beneath a dark veil that fluttered even though there was no wind. But I recognized the feeling of her. Ancient. Powerful. Watching.“Who are you?” I asked, or maybe whispered—the dream made my voice sound distant, as though echoing from another vers

~RIYAThe sun rose slowly over the eastern hills, its rays brushing the land with golden fire. But even as the light crept across the horizon, I could feel it—something darker brewing beneath the soil, beneath the pack's careful silence.I stood at the balcony outside the Alpha’s quarters, wrapped in a deep maroon cloak lined with wolf fur, my fingers curled tightly around the rail. Nathaniel hadn’t stirred beside me when I slipped out at dawn. He had been exhausted, and I didn’t want to burden him with the new heaviness that had begun to settle inside my soul.My wolf, Liora, was pacing again.They’re getting closer, she growled softly in my mind. The witches. I smell them. Inadu's mark is in the wind.I had sensed it too—an undercurrent of power not my own during the trance. When the moonlight had fused with my skin, and I had seen Ama once more, I had felt the shiver of distant eyes watching me. Not just Ama’s venomous glare. Something older. Something waiting."Riya?" Lily's voice

~RIYAThe sun barely rose above the horizon, casting a pale orange hue over the courtyard of the River Heart Pack House. The morning was cold, but not because of the weather. A tension thicker than fog hung in the air, settling in our bones and refusing to lift.I stood by the window of the training hall, my hand resting lightly on the stone frame. Below, the pack was stirring—warriors suited up, scouts returned with reports from the border, and elders whispered behind closed doors. There was no denying it anymore.Something was coming.Something big. Something rather baffling.“You should eat,” Lily said softly behind me. “You haven’t touched anything since yesterday evening.”“I’m not hungry,” I murmured. There was more that I was feeling than hunger. Something else was eating at me, rather than the worms in my tummy. She sighed, placing a tray of hot food on the small table. “At least drink something. Tea, maybe?”“I’ll try,” I said, though I made no move to sit. My eyes scanned t

~RIYAThe crescent mark on my stomach pulsed beneath my fingers like a second heartbeat.I stood frozen in front of the mirror, the reflection staring back at me both familiar and alien. My long blonde hair framed my pale face like a glowing halo, but it was my eyes—those ocean-blue irises now ringed with silver—that confirmed what I had feared and known in equal measure.The mark wasn’t just a symbol of my heritage. It was a beacon.A whisper.A warning.I turned away from the mirror, pulling my robe tight. My breath fogged the glass, misting the moonlight streaming through the wide window. It was nearly midnight, and Nathaniel had not yet returned from the Pack Border Patrol.Lily had gone to rest after practically forcing a tray of food on me. I couldn’t eat. My appetite was gone, eaten alive by dread and wonder.The witches had called me Moonborn.What did that mean? Was it merely a poetic title or something far more dangerous?I padded silently down the hall toward the library, d