All Chapters of Moonlight Reborn: Unlikely Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CHAPTER ELEVENTYLAThe dim flow of the moon seeped through the window, casting dark shadows across the cold, unwelcoming walls of my room. I sat curled up in a corner of my bed, my mind a storm of rage, fear and disgust. The wedding dress I'd been forced to wear earlier that day lay discarded on the floor like a shroud, its pristine white fabric now gray in the darkness.Jonathan, my treacherous stepbrother, had forced me into this marriage under the pretense of power and alliances, but I knew the truth - he just wanted control over me, my bloodline, and my former pack. The thought of our shared childhood only made his betrayal cut deeper. We had grown up together, and now he saw me as nothing but a tool for his ambitions. Worse still, he had no intention of honoring our union, treating me as nothing more than a pawn in his grand scheme. My hands clenched into fists as I recalled his words from earlier that evening:"You belong to me now, Tyla. And if you refuse to submit, I'll let m

CHAPTER THIRTEEN JONATHAN Point of View The battlefield was filled with corpses, the once proud warriors of the neighboring acl now reduced to lifeless bodies scattered across the blood -soaked ground. Smoke from burning hurts and trees curled into the sky, mixing with a thick smell of iron and death. I staggered through the remains of the village, my lungs burning with every breath, every step sending sharp pain through my battered body. My once-shining armor was now a ruined mess, crushed and stained with blood - some of it was mine. My right hand hung uselessly by my side, the deep claw marks from a rogue's attack still bleeding profusely. The battle was supposed to be an easy victory but, it had been a massacre. I had answered the call for help from the neighboring pack without hesitation, not just because of kindness or some sort of duty, but because securing alliances meant securing more power - that was the only reason. I had built a reign on dominance, intimidation, fear, an

CHAPTER FIFTEEN TYLA Point of View Tyla paced the length of her chamber, her frustration mounting with every step. Jessica needed help, but she wouldn’t ask for it. She wouldn’t fight. She just accepted everything thrown at her, like she was waiting for the inevitable. That wasn’t normal. That wasn’t just fear—it was something more. Something deeper. She had been watching Jessica closely since she arrived, studying her movements, the way she flinched when Jonathan spoke, the lifeless stare in her eyes. The bruises along her arms and neck weren’t just from one beating. No, they were layered—old wounds, hidden beneath new ones. Jessica wasn’t just a prisoner in this mansion. She was a prisoner in her own mind. Tyla clenched her fists. No more standing back. She had to do something. But how? Jessica wouldn’t talk, and getting close to Jonathan was out of the question. That left only one option—the maids. The servants in the mansion were silent observers. They saw everything, heard ever

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN TYLA Point of View I sat in my room, recalling every word the maid spilled. Over the last days, I did pay attention to their hushed conversations. They mentioned Jessica, how she seemed to misbehave in front of Jay and particularly when Jonathan was around. It was disconcerting—how Jessica went completely quiet, almost as if she was trying to fade away. It was more than just fear. It was...something else. Something deeper. Then there was Jay himself. Unlike the rest who tiptoed around Jonathan’s presence, Jay was different. He showed more respect towards him. Jonathan always had a cruel demeanor toward his warriors and advisors, but when it came to Jay, it was different. I had seen it myself. I had seen Jonathan sitting quietly and listening to Jay speak. The way he carried himself was different too, seeming more comfortable when in the presence of Jay. It was as though Jay commanded something from him and was more capable of granting him favors than anyone else in

Chapter NINETEEN JONATHAN Point of View My hand formed a crushing grip on the phone until my knuckles became pure white as I listened to another pointless explanation from the voice at the other end. “The shipment is gone, Alpha. My team has inspected every control point including ports and warehousing facilities. There’s no trace of it.” I clenched the phone harder as my nails cut into my palm. Gone? The shipment represented a massive financial value which required months of planning alongside bribes and risks before disappearing. My jaw held itself tight enough to hurt but I worked to maintain steady speech. You told me there would be no traces of the shipment. I hissed. High-priced merchandise essentially disappears from existence. The silence dragged on until my blood began to heat up. “We—we’re still looking, Alpha, but…” I hung up before the man could complete his sentence. Still looking? That wasn’t good enough. I needed answers. Now. My chest took hard irregular breaths as m