All Chapters of Moonlight Reborn: Unlikely Mate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE JONATHAN Point of View I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. I was in the healer's chambers, surrounded by the familiar scent of herbs and medicine. But how did I get here? I tried to sit up, but this heavily feeling of dizziness and weak bones consumed me, forcing me back onto the bed. I closed my eyes, trying to remember what had happened. But my memories were hazy, fragmented. I couldn't recall anything beyond a vague sense of danger, of fighting. And then nothing. The healer, Elara, bustled into the room, a small smile escaped her lips when she saw that I was awake. The smile seemed like, she thought i would not survive, but at the same time, she trusted her skills. "Jonathan, how are you feeling?" she asked with a soft tone. I hesitated because I didn't know how I was feeling. I didn't even know what had happened to me. "I'm... I’m …okay," I stammered, trying to sound convincing. Elara's eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing. “Don't try to

CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE TYLA Point of View I lay on the cold, damp floor of my cell, my body wracked with a constant fever. The heat in the dungeon was oppressive, making it hard for me to breathe. The whole environment of the prison did not sit well with me. Not even a bit. I had been here with no end in sight. I soon started to hear some news. Jonathan had awakened from his coma after what seemed like forever. A spark of hope ignited within me. Maybe I would finally be out of here sooner than I thought. All of that hope didn’t stay with me for long. Yes, the hope was short lived. The next day, I heard the guards talking about Jonathan again. They were talking about the fact that he had lost his memory. I let out a groan. That was not even goodnews. I was not sure what this meant for me. The only way to know was to speak with Jay and find out what was happening or what my faith would be. I called out to the guard, my voice weak but determined. The guard came to the door. He stood the

CHAPTER Seventy FIVE DAMON Point of View The sun beat down on the training grounds, casting a golden glow over the sprawling complex. But my mood was far from sunny. For the second day in a row, I found myself walking away from my training session. My mind was preoccupied with the mystery surrounding Jonathan and he couldn't focus on the battle strategies and combat techniques being drilled into him. The day before, I had stormed off the training grounds after a heated argument with the instructor. Today, I simply couldn't muster the enthusiasm to participate. As I walked away from the training grounds, I tried to connect with Jessica's mind link again. I focused my thoughts, reaching out to her with my mind. "Jessica, can you hear me?" I thought, my mental voice loud and clear. But there was only silence. No response, no acknowledgement. It was as if Jessica was deliberately blocking me out. My frustration kept growing by every passing second. Why was Jessica ignoring me? Why was s

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN JAY Point of View I felt the weight of the Cornrow Pack pressing down on me. It felt like an uphill battle every day, and the more I attempted to exert control, the more things slipped out of my grip. Handling the pack had always been a problem, but now, with Jonathan barely able to function as Alpha, it was darn near impossible. Jonathan has been having trouble recalling bits and pieces of his life ever since his attack. His authority was undermined and his mind was disjointed. Despite being on the throne, he was not in charge. This meant that I was responsible for keeping things together. I ought to have been able to control myself. For years, I had stood by Jonathan's side, helping him make tough choices, deal with emergencies, and discipline the pack. But this time, something was different. Something was missing. Jessica. She had vanished without a trace, and no one knew why or how. Jonathan's expression twisted in uncertainty each time I tried to bring up

CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE TYLA Point of View Orion had always been my lifeline, my only connection to the outside world. Every day, he'd bring me food and small comforts - a bowl of soup, a crust of bread, even just a handful of berries. It was his way of reminding me that I wasn't forgotten. But one day, without warning, he stopped coming. At first, I thought maybe he was busy or something had gone wrong. But as the hours turned into days, I started to worry. Was he okay? Had something happened to him? The pack's troubles had been getting worse, and I knew Orion was taking a huge risk by visiting me. I found myself alone in my cell, the cold, damp stone walls closing in around me. The air was stale, and the only sound was the creaking of the old building. I was starving, my belly aching with a hunger that had become unbearable. Each passing day left me weaker, my body wasting away as hope began to slip from my grasp. I sat on the cold floor, clutching a thin blanket around my shivering