Lahat ng Kabanata ng MOONBOUND:The heart of the wolf : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

“Lazy! Useless!” Sercei’s words cut through the silence like knives. I tried not to flinch as I scrubbed the already spotless kitchen counter. My hands trembled as I worked, but I kept my head down. It was easier that way—less dangerous.The air inside the house was heavy, suffocating. It always was, but today, the weight on my chest felt more physical than usual. Maybe it was because I had forgotten to take my heart pills this morning, or maybe it was because Sercei’s shrill voice had already drilled deep holes into my skull before the clock even struck ten.“You think you can just sit here all day and do nothing?” Sercei’s voice rose, each word laced with anger. “Do you even care that Sophia is lying there, suffering, because of you?”My breath caught. The accusation wasn’t new, but it still hit like a blow to the chest. Sophia, her niece, had been sick for months now. Treatments were expensive, far beyond what Sercei could afford. And according to her, it was all my fault. The mone

At Lincoln's command, Sercei’s confident smile faltered, just for a moment, before she recovered. She leaned back on the couch, crossing her legs with a deliberate air of control. “Lincoln,” she purred, “you’re a man of good taste. Ninety thousand is a fine offer, but surely you can understand the value of… exclusivity.”Her voice dripped with calculated charm, and I felt my stomach twist. I hated how she turned everything into a negotiation, even me. Especially me.Lincoln didn’t respond immediately. He stepped closer, his tall frame casting a shadow that seemed to swallow the room. His presence was magnetic and dangerous, like a predator bidding its time. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and calm—but there was steel beneath the surface.“I don’t like games, Sercei,” he said, his piercing gaze locking onto hers. “We agreed on a price. I don’t renegotiate.”Sercei’s smile tightened, but she didn’t back down. “And I don’t settle for less than I deserve. Ninety-five, and she’s y

The library doors clicked shut behind Lincoln, leaving me alone in the dimly lit room. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, its warmth doing little to chase away the chill that had settled in my chest.This place was too big, too cold, and far too confusing. Nothing about tonight made sense—not the auction, not Lincoln’s cryptic words, and certainly not the hostility from his so-called Beta. And now, I was sitting here, trying to piece together a puzzle when half the pieces were missing.I glanced around the room, taking in the rows of ancient books and the faint scent of leather and smoke. Everything about this place screamed wealth and history, yet it felt oddly detached, as though it existed in its own bubble.My mind wandered back to Lincoln’s words. “This life… it’s about to become yours.” What life? And why me?I ran my fingers over the armrest of the chair, my nails scraping lightly against the smooth leather. Anxiety clawed at me, a relentless beast I couldn’t shake. I didn

Save for the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner, the room was silent. I sat behind the heavy oak desk in my study, my thoughts a storm I couldn’t calm. Jane’s sudden collapse replayed in my mind like a broken record, each detail pulling me deeper into confusion.Jake leaned against the wall opposite me, his arms crossed and his expression a blend of irritation and concern. It was rare for him to look this unsettled.“Alright,” he said, breaking the silence. “Are you finally going to tell me what the hell is going on? Or should I start guessing?”I exhaled sharply, raking a hand through my hair. “I don’t have all the answers yet.”“Don’t give me that,” he snapped. “You’re the Alpha. You’re supposed to know.”I slammed my fist on the desk, the wood groaning under the force. “You think I don’t know that, Jake? You think I’m not trying?”Jake didn’t flinch. He never did. Instead, he pushed off the wall and walked to the window, staring out at the moonlit forest. “The

Lincoln’s eyes darkened, his jaw tightening as though he was physically holding back words that would scorch the air between us. “This isn’t up for discussion,” he said, his voice low, controlled and dangerous.I squared my shoulders, refusing to let him intimidate me. “I’m not a child, Lincoln. If there’s something going on that involves me, I deserve to know.”“You don’t understand what you’re asking for,” he snapped, stepping closer. His presence was overwhelming, a giant that seemed to stand tall above everything in the room. “This isn’t some story where the heroine charges in and everything turns out fine. You’re playing with fire, Jane, and you don’t even realize it.”My heart pounded against my ribcage, but I didn’t back down. “Then make me understand! Stop treating me like an outsider and tell me what’s happening.”His gaze locked onto mine, fierce and relentless. For a moment, the only sound was our breathing—his heavy and controlled, mine sharp and uneven. Evelyn shifted beh