All Chapters of Alpha’s Moonchild: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Elvira I blinked my eye open, to see a very dark room. The darkness that came with the lack of natural light. I blinked into it, once, twice. Still nothing. Just the sound of my shallow breaths and the soft thud of my heartbeat. “Jaxon?” My voice cracked, weak and unsure. No response. I sat up, or tried to. My head swam, the floor beneath me cold and flat. I reached out, hoping to feel a wall, a thread of something tangible. But all I got was air. Emptiness…. I stood, wobbling slightly. My knees buckled, but I steadied myself. “Brielle?” I called, louder now. “Is anyone there?” Still nothing. A pain exploded behind my eyes. I stumbled forward, clutching my temples as images burst behind my eyelids. Jaxon. Smiling, but his eyes… were wrong. His voice, distorted. Was it even him? “What the hell is going on?” I whispered to myself, panic crawling up my spine like cold fingers. I screamed again. “Jaxon!” Silence. I screamed louder. “Brielle! Anyone!” Nothing answered, not e

Jaxon I slammed the car door harder than necessary. The sharp thud echoed through the quiet street outside Kairo’s company. The moment I stormed into the building, I didn’t wait for the receptionist to buzz me in. I knew the layout, I’d been here more than once when Kairo was pretending to help me. Glass doors parted automatically, and the sterile scent of disinfectant and designer furniture filled my nose. He had the nerve to send my calls to voicemail. His assistant spotted me first, her eyes widened, mouth parting to say something, but I raised my hand. “Don’t. He’ll see me now.” I didn’t wait for permission. My boots thudded against the polished hallway as I strode past her desk and shoved the office doors open. Kairo was behind his desk, sipping espresso like this was a normal goddamn Tuesday. That smug bastard didn’t even flinch when I marched toward him. He barely looked up. “You could knock, you know. There’s etiquette for these things—” I grabbed him by the collar, ha

DericThe moment I stepped into Carlton’s underground compound, I felt it, the war I started. The air was filled with tension, as if the walls themselves braced for impact. His men stood in rigid silence, their expressions carefully blank, but their eyes darted to one another in quiet panic. I already knew what it was.Carlton knew Elvira was gone.I had barely taken three steps before the doors slammed shut behind me. The echo bounced off the metallic walls like a gunshot, and when I turned, I saw Carlton, in his navy blue suit, wine glass in hand, his eyes sharper than broken glass.“You think I’m a goddamn fool?” His voice snapped through the air, laced with venom.I didn’t answer. Nobody did.“Do you know what happens when you insult a man like me? You bleed for it.” He threw the glass at the wall beside me. Red wine splattered like blood.I didn’t flinch.He marched forward, his boots clicking against the floor like a countdown to destruction. “Who the hell let her out?” he roare

Deric I stared at my reflection, at the faint bruise across my jaw, Carlton’s parting gift. The skin had darkened to a shadowy purple edged with yellow, the mark didn’t just fade, even though I had been rubbing on it for hours now, it lingered. Like his voice when he said, “Prey” Prey. I leaned forward and pressed my fingertips into the sink’s cold porcelain. My temples throbbed. I’d downed half a bottle of whiskey before noon, and still, the pain behind my eyes burned. I wasn’t sure which was worse, the slap or the silence that came after. My phone buzzed again. A name blinked across the cracked screen for the sixth time this hour. Elyra. I let it ring. Again and Again. I let my mind wander to Elvira then suddenly stopped myself. What the hell am I even doing? I splashed cold water on my face and winced when it hit the bruise. It throbbed, and I welcomed it. At least pain was real. At least it gave me something to hold onto. The door slammed open. I didn’t need

Jaxon I sat in the Alpha’s chair, though it felt uncomfortable.. Maybe it knew I hadn’t earned it yet. Cassian leaned forward first, arms crossed and eyes unreadable. Talon sat stiffly across from him, gaze moving to Ronan, who was quiet as a stone statue at my side. The only voice missing, no, the only damn voice I wished I could drown out was Kale’s. “He refused again,” Cassian said flatly. “Said if you couldn’t lift a finger for Callan, you don’t deserve to be called a brother.” The muscles in my jaw twitched. “As if I know where Callan is. He disappeared, we searched. We burned through the place—” “But you didn’t call for a full-scale pack deployment,” Talon said. “We didn’t have time. Elvira was—” Ronan raised a hand, the scar along his forearm catching the light. “We know. You prioritized your mate.” And I’d do it again. I ground the heel of my boot into the floor, my voice low. “She nearly died. You think I wouldn’t have done the same if it had been any of you?” “You