All Chapters of Alpha’s Moonchild: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Callan’s POV A WEEK AGO… I never wanted to believe it. Not for a second. The text from Kairo blinked on my screen like a nightmare that refused to fade when I woke up. At first, I thought it was some cruel joke. Kairo’s sense of humor was twisted, sure, but this, this was a dagger to the heart, a poison that would damage my veins and made the world tilt beneath me. ‘You’re not who you think you are.’ Those words haunted me. It took me hours to even reply. My fingers hovered over the keyboard like I was about to confess some terrible crime. The message came again, brutal: ‘You were switched at birth. Queen Felen is your real mother.’ I stared at the screen. Blinked, read it again. My breath caught. My heart thundered like a war drum, pounding out a rhythm of betrayal and confusion. How could this be true? Kairo laid it all out in cold detail, like a prosecutor revealing the darkest evidence: ‘Queen Felen had an affair with the king — our father. He told me how my real mother

Elvira After so many thoughts, I decided to approach Kale and talk to him. Even though that might annoy him more. I found him in the courtyard, shirtless, swinging a training blade against an invisible enemy like the enemy was himself. Or maybe it was Jaxon or maybe it was me. I stood by the doorframe, my fingers tight around the doorframe, and watched as his muscles rippled with each motion. Every strike felt like punishment. Every breath sounded like resentment. “Kale,” I called. He didn’t stop. “Kale,” I said again, louder this time. Finally, he paused, just long enough to let the silence scald me. He turned, sweat glistening on his skin, eyes sharp with something wild. There was no sign of emotion there. Just… fury dressed as grief. “You don’t use honorifics again, I see,” he muttered. “I want to talk to you,” I said, stepping forward. “About you nominating yourself.” “You mean the part where I decided not to roll over and not let your little romance story rewrite the or

Deric’s POV The rain was light, barely a drizzle, but enough to cloud the windshield in gentle sheets. I didn’t bother turning on the wipers. Just sat there in the parked car across from Carlton’s building, watching the light above his front door flicker every few seconds. I’d rehearsed what I’d say a hundred times. “I’m sorry,” or maybe, “I understand where you were coming from.” But none of it felt right. Because the truth was, I did understand, but not fully. Slapping me across the face for releasing Elvira? That was personal. Still, I had to be here. Ava would want me to be. And maybe that’s why he called in the first place. When the door finally opened, I blinked the rain from my lashes and straightened. Carlton stood in the doorway with his usual cold detachment. No warmth in his eyes, just a strained formality. The kind that said, Let’s get this over with. “Come in,” he said. No ‘hello.’ No smile. I followed him inside, brushing the water from my jacket as I stepped in

Deric’s POV The steam clung to my skin as I stepped out of the shower, towel slung low on my hips. The scent of Ava’s lotion filled the room, lavender, sweet and grounding. She sat curled up on the bed, knees hugged to her chest, my oversized hoodie drowning her delicate frame. Her chin rested on her knees, eyes soft and sleepy, tracking my every move. I had decided not to bring up her father’s incident ever again. “You always look sexy after a hot shower,” she murmured in a sweet tone. I grinned, running a hand through my wet hair. “That’s because I’m sexy.” She rolled her eyes, but the corners of her lips lifted. “Charmer.” I stepped closer, leaned in, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Only for you.” My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Twice, then again. Ava glanced over as I reached for it. “You expecting someone at this hour?” “Probably Ronan with another meeting I missed,” I lied smoothly, unlocking it. The moment I saw the sender, Unknown Number, my breath caught.

Elvira The dusky amber light of early evening washed over the balcony corridor, but my skin prickled. I miss Brielle. I haven’t seen her in weeks, and nobody knows if she’s alive or dead. Just then my eye caught a figure. At first, I thought I was hallucinating. She stood there at the far end of the entrance, backlit by the sun, hair dancing around her face in the wind, that slender silhouette too familiar to ignore. My breath caught in my throat. My hand gripped the wooden rail. No… it couldn’t be… “Brielle?” I whispered, but the word barely left my lips. I took a step forward, heart pounding. She turned slightly. That face, the high cheekbones, the almond eyes with their moonlit sheen, the lips that always curved mischievously, even when she wasn’t smiling. My heartbeat roared in my ears. “Brielle!” My feet didn’t wait for my mind to catch up. I sprinted down the corridor, nearly tripping over my robe as I flew down the staircase, the railing blurring past me. I burst thr