Todos los capítulos de Moonlit Warrior: Fated To Her Step Son: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Alpha Thorne’s POVThe dim glow of the hearth cast flickering shadows across the stone walls of my chamber. The room reeked of aged whiskey, a testament to the countless bottles I'd consumed in a futile attempt to drown my mounting frustrations. Each sip burned my throat, but it was a mere whisper compared to the inferno raging within me.Alina.The mere thought of her name sent a surge of possessive anger coursing through my veins. She was mine… my breeder, my property. I bought her… Yet, she dared to defy me, to resist the bond I wanted to create with her. And all because of that insipid weakling I was forced to call my son. The very notion made my grip tighten around the crystal tumbler, the glass threatening to shatter under the pressure.I slammed the empty glass onto the mahogany table, the sharp sound echoing through the chamber. The room spun slightly… a consequence of the alcohol but my resolve was clear. Tonight, I would claim what was rightfully mine before I lose out on th

Alina’s POVI didn't hate mornings in Moonlit as much as I hate it here in Iron Fang, in this place the usual chores were laid out for me like I was some kind of slave instead of the Alpha's chosen mate. This morning didn't feel much different, as the morning light seeped through the high, grimy windows like it always did, I began to feel the difference in the air. The kitchen was oddly silent.No one was barking orders. No clang of pots. No harsh words from the head maid demanding I scrub the floor or clean the latrines. I stood awkwardly at the doorway, half-expecting someone to appear and shove a dirty tray into my hands.But no one did.The kitchen staff barely even acknowledged me. They whispered among themselves and avoided my eyes. And that's when I noticed something more strange… There were no guards following me from a distance. None. Not a single looming shadow trailing my every step like usual. Not one watching me like a hawk, waiting for me to step out of line so they cou

Alpha Thorne’s Point Of ViewI couldn't seem to fall asleep. Who falls asleep when their chances of being the Most Revered Alpha in the whole world was at stake? I stood by the balcony, half-draped in a silk robe, the night breeze licking at my skin. The pack house was quiet, the kind of silence that whispered temptations and sin. Stars glimmered like sharp blades, scattered across the sky. A moment of peace… rare, fleeting.A soft knock at the chamber door.“Enter,” I said lazily, not turning.One of the newer slaves entered… She was young, trembling slightly, with the kind of beauty that begged to be ruined. She approached, eyes lowered, holding a goblet of my favorite aged spirit on a silver tray.I took it from her without a word, watching her from the corner of my eye. She lingered, perhaps expecting more orders from her Alpha. Or maybe hoping I’d dismiss her quickly. Foolish.“Turn around,” I ordered.She obeyed instantly, back straightening.I stepped toward her, the drink wa

Alpha Thorne’s Point of ViewShe stood in front of me like a mirror image pulled from my darkest, most forbidden dreams.Lyra.She didn’t flinch beneath my gaze like the others. Didn’t lower her eyes or shift nervously in her stance. No… she stared directly into my soul, daring me to blink first. That smirk tugging at the corner of her lips… gods, she could pass off as Alina anytime any day.. But unfortunately it wasn’t her. Lyra didn't carry the prophecy Alina carried. Of course not, Alina was my only key to becoming “The Greatest Alpha Alive”. Lyra… she was just a tool to make sure I achieve my goal with Alina.. I looked at her again and she burned colder. She was frost wrapped in silk, deadly in her stillness. Her beauty didn’t beg to be worshipped. It demanded it.“I don't see another fit for this role except her,” I muttered under my breath nudging towards Lyra.Gaius, standing a few feet to my right, offered a slight nod. “She’s indeed special, but we still need to have an op

Alina’s Point Of ViewThe scent of burnt garlic stung my nostrils before I even registered the sharp heat licking at my skin.“Ow…!” I yanked my hand back from the edge of the iron pot, nearly tipping it over. My fingers throbbed with a painful pulse as I cradled them against my apron. The fire crackled in its pit, unbothered, indifferent. Just like the world outside these kitchen walls.“Careful, Miss Alina!” one of the younger servants, Lani, called out, frowning as she rushed over with a damp cloth. “You’ll cook your hand faster than the stew.”“I…I wasn’t paying attention,” I mumbled, my voice barely above the bubbling broth. I accepted the cloth and wrapped it around my fingers, wincing.Lani didn’t press. She only gave me a quiet nod, but her eyes lingered with concern before she turned back to her own task.I moved away from the flames and slumped into a small wooden stool tucked in a corner of the kitchen, my back pressed against the cold stone wall. The heat from the fireplac