Semua Bab Bound By The Moon: The Alpha’s Regret: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Bella’s POV The pendant flared white-hot. The ground beneath her feet cracked. Trees bent back like something had exhaled violently. Birds scattered from the branches, screaming into the sky.Liam lunged forward, grabbing her shoulders. “June! You have to control it!”“I don’t know how!” she screamed.Wind howled. Real wind. Not the kind from storms, but something summoned—something born.Harper raised her hands, murmuring an incantation. Runes lit beneath her fingers in sharp blue flickers. “Bella, keep her steady!”I rushed forward and grabbed June’s hand. She was trembling violently, her breath coming in gasps.“I don’t want this,” she cried.“But it’s already yours,” I said. “Let it in. Or it will tear you apart.”The pendant cracked down the middle, releasing a pulse of energy that knocked all of us back. I landed hard in the snow. When I sat up, June was on her knees, her chest was heaving—but calm. For now.The snow around her had formed a perfect ring of frost, etched with ru

Bella’s POV The sky was ash when I found her again—June, leaning against the porch railing, a wool blanket wrapped tight around her shoulders. She didn’t look up when I stepped outside, just sipped from her mug like the world hadn’t tried to break her.“You’re gonna freeze out here,” I said, nudging her lightly.“I like the cold,” she replied.I didn’t have a response for that, so I just stood beside her and let the silence settle between us. Sometimes that was better than pushing. And lately, silence didn’t feel so heavy.Inside, Harper’s laughter drifted from the kitchen. She and Liam were cleaning up after dinner, arguing over who forgot to defrost the chicken. It felt normal. Safe. Like the council hadn’t carved messages into our door or hunted us through ancient forests.But even in that peace, a small ember inside me kept burning—restless, searching, quietly desperate for something more.I didn’t tell them right away.Weeks passed since we decided to stay. Weeks of healing, adj

Sage POVThe snow is deep tonight, it clung to my fur like frostbite waiting to happen. I move low to the ground, my body slink between trees that creak with cold. Every breath foghed the air. I haven’t shifted back in months—not since the dungeon. Not since Malrick.My beast form keot me safer out here. More muscle, better speed. The downside? I’m losing pieces of myself. Human thoughts came in fragments now—disjointed, buried beneath the instincts that snarl louder with each passing day.A branch snaps up ahead causing me to freeze, every muscle locked tight. My ears twitch. A low rumble builds in my chest, a warning to the night. I heard another snap, it was softer this time. Just wind or something watching?I sank back into the shadows. The patrols have been thicker lately. Malrick’s voice—his commands—they ride the wind like old songs I can’t stop hearing. I don’t know how many men he’s sent. Five? Ten? More? Doesn’t matter. I stay out of sight. Always watching. Always moving. Th

Sage POV I didn’t move for hours. Could’ve been a trap. Probably was. But the food didn’t rot. It stayed warm. Clean, no flies, no magic stink. Just food.And I was starving. I didn't realise when I rushed to the food and ate it. The meat was rich, real—flavored with something faintly herbal. I devoured it before I could think too hard about the consequences.She came again the next night. Same time. Same place. Same food. No words. No questions. Just her.I watched from higher up in the trees that time, cloaked in shadows. She sat longer. Sang a different song. This one was... sad. My wolf leaned forward in my head, ears perked.She smelled like memory. Like something I should know.It kept happening. Dusk after dusk. She never brought fire, never wore shoes. Her breath fogged in the cold, but she didn’t shiver. The forest began to settle around her. Birds followed. Deer peeked from the edges of the trees. Even the cursed places began to slow their spread.She was changing somethin

Bella’s POV The next morning, June was already up when I stepped into the kitchen, pacing in her new black flats and whispering something under her breath. Her blazer sleeves kept slipping past her wrists, and she didn’t bother fixing them. Her hair was frizzing at the ends from nerves, and her coffee sat untouched on the counter.“You’re going to chew a hole in the floor,” I said, stifling a yawn as I reached for a mug.She turned, eyes wide. “Do I look like a secretary? I feel like a toddler playing dress-up.”I grinned. “A very professional toddler. You’ve got this.”She laughed—barely—and took a shaky sip of coffee. “I keep thinking they’ll take one look at me and realize I have no idea what I’m doing.”“That’s what starting anything feels like,” I said, patting her shoulder. “Just smile and pretend you know exactly where you’re going. That’s ninety percent of any job.”June’s nervous energy buzzed around the apartment, but it was a good kind. The kind that came from a normal day