All Chapters of Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

He held her tight, refusing to let her go, even as she tried to push him away, her small frame trembling with the force of her emotions. The sound of her sobs echoed through the room, a heartbreaking reminder of the pain she was in. Alpha Ardon's face was etched with concern, his eyes filled with a deep sadness as he held her to himself, his heart heavy with the weight of her pain. Despite her struggles, he held her close, his arms a sanctuary of comfort and security. He whispered softly in her ear, trying to calm her down, but she was beyond consolation. Her grief and anger consumed her, and Alpha Ardon was determined to ride out the storm with her, to be her rock in the midst of her turmoil. As the fight slowly drained out of her, her struggles grew weaker, her body trembling with sobs. She sagged against her mate, her weight heavy against his chest, as he wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding her close. He whispered soft words of comfort in her ear, his voice a gentle bree

Triston's jaw clenched in understanding, and he felt a pang of sadness. He shut his eyes tightly, turned his head away from his father, and then nodded solemnly. The weight of his father's words settled heavily on him. "You want me to be the one to bring Annora's body back from Nyxoria?" he asked, his voice filled with resolve. He opened his eyes and looked at his father, his gaze steady and determined.Alpha Ardon nodded, his eyes burning with a deep sense of purpose. "Yes, Triston," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "It's your responsibility now. Your mother, although she's no longer with us, would need the closure that comes with knowing her daughter's body has been brought back home. And Annora deserves a proper burial, to be laid to rest in the land of her ancestors." He paused, his gaze piercing as he looked at Triston. "I know it won't be easy, but I have faith in you. You're the future Alpha of Elyria, and it's time you started acting like one."Triston let out a sig

The moon hung low in the sky, its soft, lunar glow bathed the landscape in an ethereal light, casting long shadows that stretched like dark fingers across the ground. The balcony, where Reyes stood tall and still, vulnerable and exposed, was bathed in a silver radiance that highlighted the contours of his naked form. His silhouette was stark against the moonlit backdrop, a study in contrasts of light and dark. The shadows danced around him, like dark spirits swirling at his feet. The night air was crisp and cool, heavy with the scent of blooming flowers – jasmine and honeysuckle – their delicate perfume wafting on the breeze like a gentle caress. In any other circumstance, the fragrance would have been intoxicating, a sensual delight that would have soothed his senses and calmed his mind, but Reyes didn't notice. Tonight, he was immune to their beauty, his thoughts consumed by the turbulent memories that swirled in his mind like a maelstrom. The tranquil scene around him – the soft

Frustration and confusion swirled inside her, making her feel like she was lost in a maze with no exit. She felt like she was walking in the dark, her heart heavy with uncertainty. She pushed off from the door and walked over to her bed, her movements quiet and deliberate, as if she was trying to conserve her energy for the storm that was brewing inside her. She sat down, her eyes fixed on the wall as her mind worked overtime to connect the dots, racing with questions and doubts. She knew he struggling with something, she knew he was under some sort of stress, with the recent events and the pressure of being an Alpha taking a toll on him, but she had thought their bond had gotten strong enough to withstand it, to weather any storm. As she sat there, lost in thought, she couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something more to his behavior, something she wasn't seeing, something that lurked beneath the surface, something that would explain why he was pushing her away. The unce

"Are you here to kidnap me?" Her voice rose slightly, a hint of panic and accusation creeping in, like a whispered rumor that refused to be silenced. His response was a low, husky chuckle that sent shivers down her spine. He crossed his arms over his chest and his legs at the ankles, leaning against the wall with his shoulder, his eyes never leaving hers. The pose seemed relaxed, a picture of casual elegance, but Ivone sensed a coiled tension that lay hidden beneath his calm exterior, like a predator waiting to pounce. His gaze held hers, his eyes gleaming with a knowing light, as if he enjoyed the questions, enjoyed the uncertainty that flickered across her face. He seemed to be savoring the moment, his silence more unnerving than any words could be, a deliberate choice that seemed to heighten the tension between them. "So many questions, where do I start from?" He asked with a sly grin on his face. Ivone's eyes narrowed at him, her gaze piercing and intense, eyes flashed with