Semua Bab Alpha’s Moonchild: Bab 91 - Bab 96

Jaxon The afternoon flittered the glass as I pulled up to the office. A storm in the clouds, as if rain was about to fall, other than that, I could feel the pressure building, not just in the sky, but in my chest. Lucian had called me less than an hour ago. No explanation. No small talk. Just a clipped, “I’m at your office. We need to talk.” Talon was waiting outside the entrance, arms folded, a shadow across his face. The second I stepped out of the car, he nodded toward the doors. “He’s already inside.” I muttered a curse. If he was already here, it meant he wanted me unsettled. I marched through the lobby, ignoring the greetings from staffs as I took the elevator to the top floor. My heart beat a little faster the closer I got to my office, the metallic ring of Lucian’s voice still bouncing in my skull. He was standing at the far end of the room when I walked in, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other holding a glass of water he hadn’t touched. The skyline framed him, high

Jaxon The engine purred beneath us as Ronan drove us out of the city. I had informed him after the call and we drove straight to the countryside. Rain streaked the windshield in silver lines, a perfect mirror of the storm twisting inside my chest. I sat in the passenger seat, staring out at the blurring trees, arms folded, my leg bouncing restlessly. “I can’t believe he actually went back,” I muttered under my breath, more to myself than Ronan. Ronan glanced at me sideways. “Who? Callan?” I nodded. “Yeah. To the countryside. Why the hell would he go back there after everything?” “I didn’t even know he left,” Ronan admitted, his tone tight with frustration. “Celina didn’t mention anything either.” “She did. Today.” I rubbed the back of my neck, where a migraine had started to build. “She said I’ve been too wrapped up in Elvira to notice.” Ronan didn’t respond immediately, and the silence was loud. “Did you know,” I added, “that Kairo has a clothing line?” Ronan’s brow arched.

Elvira The market buzzed with energy, laughter here and there, music, and bargaining voices. Bright fabrics fluttered like butterflies from their hanging racks, and the warm scent of roasted chestnuts filled the air, sweet and earthy. Brielle tugged my arm, dragging me between stalls while I struggled to focus. She was talking, fast and excited, like always, but my mind drifted with every object that caught my eye. “Look, look at that necklace!” I pointed, eyes wide. “And that bag, oh! I want it all.” “You always say that,” Brielle chuckled, flipping her braid over one shoulder. “Pick one. Or three. Your man’s rich, remember?” I laughed softly, but the warmth in my chest faltered. Jaxon’s face flashed in my mind, his worried expression, the way he tried to hide it. I hadn’t heard from him since early this morning. Guilt tickled the edge of my thoughts, but I shoved it down. We stopped near a row of accessory stalls. Colorful scarves danced in the wind, and rings glittered in tray