Semua Bab Alpha’s Moonchild: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Deric The sheets still smelled like Ava, warm, faintly sweet with a hint of something floral she always wore. The warmth of Ava pressed against me was a comfort I hadn’t realized I’d craved so badly. We lay tangled in the sheets, breath still mingling after the kind of intimacy that leaves your skin tingling and your heart stubbornly full. Her fingers traced lazy circles on my chest as I tried to steady the erratic beat in my chest. “I learned some new tricks,” she murmured, voice thick with that sultry, slightly tipsy that made my stomach flip. “You’ve got to come out with me tonight. You have to see them, drunk Ava style.” I laughed softly, pulling her closer until her head rested on my shoulder. “Drunk Ava is a whole new level of dangerous, huh?” She smirked, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Dangerous, yes. Freaky, absolutely.” Her grin was infectious, the kind that made you forget everything else for a second. I should’ve been exhausted, but the idea of losing ourselves to musi

Deric’s POV The invitation came unexpectedly, an elegant card sealed with a deep crimson wax stamp, embossed with a regal crest I recognized immediately. Lord Mathias Vale. He’d been my father’s closest confidant once, but after my father’s fall from grace, Mathias had disappeared on us, or so I thought. Why now? Why summon me? “Join me at my estate this Friday evening,” the card said, “for an exclusive gathering. There’s much to discuss.” I stared at it for a long time, fingers curling around the edges, weighing the risks. The thought of sitting across from Mathias made my gut twist, not just because of his influence but because I’d be covering for my father, stepping into a world I only half understood. Still, I couldn’t refuse. …. The estate was a big mansion perched on a hill, all sharp angles and iron gates, lit by flickering torches that threw long, sinister shadows. As I approached, the heavy oak doors swung open with a quiet creak, and a sharply dressed butler greeted me

Jaxon I’ve never liked the taste of blood in my mouth, especially when I’m angry. But when I crushed the glass in my palm, I didn’t flinch. Pain was a good distraction from betrayal. I stared at the shards embedded in my skin, blood trickling between my fingers and onto the polished obsidian table in the private room of the Pack Tower. Talon flinched, but the pack detective opposite us didn’t even blink. He’d seen worse. “You sure you want me to keep going?” He asked, gesturing to the blood dripping down my wrist. “I didn’t ask for your concern,” I said, voice flat. Talon stood from the corner, grabbing a cloth and pressing it into my hand with a sigh. “You’re hurting yourself.” The detective’s lips curled just slightly, like he was trying to suppress the satisfaction of being the bearer of this chaos. “I wouldn’t be here if this wasn’t critical. Believe me, I held off on this as long as I could. But it’s gone too far.” I waved my hand, urging him on. The man reached into the

Deric The gravel cracked under my boots as I walked up to Pack tower. The moon set low behind the clouds, and for the first time in years, I didn’t feel at home approaching this house, it felt worse as I stood at Jaxon’s office door. Everything I’d built, every secret I’d buried, was catching fire. I knocked once, hard. The door opened after a beat, but it wasn’t Jaxon who answered. Cassian. His eyes raked over me, and he didn’t move from the threshold. “Jaxon home?” I asked, trying to sound casual, like my entire life hadn’t been dragged through a shredder in the last forty-eight hours. Cassian leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Why? So you can finish what you started?” That hit harder than I expected. So he already knows. I frowned. “What the hell does that mean?” His stare didn’t waver. “It means the council is reviewing the footage. You’ve made enemies, Deric. But the worst part? You didn’t just betray us. You betrayed him.” “I didn’t betray Jaxon,” I snapped.

Kara The wind was relentless. Every step I took felt too light. Like the earth wasn’t sure if it wanted to hold me anymore. And still, I kept walking. I didn’t know what I was looking for. Only that I had to move. I had to get away from the memories, the look on Jaxon’s face when he ignored me, the laughter in Elvira’s eyes, the betrayal that still scraped at my insides like a knife. The trees thinned around a ridge. Smoke curled in the air. I crouched behind a rock, instincts sharpening. My eyes, now tinged with the silver sheen the Fae cursed me with, scanned the area. And then I saw him. A man. Tall, armed, with a smirk plastered on his annoyingly symmetrical face. He leaned against a boulder near a makeshift watchtower, watching the path like he owned it. His hair was dark, tousled in a way that made me instantly distrust him. His clothes weren’t Bloodmoon. Morrien. Which meant— Independent. Or worse. One of the Queen’s spies. I walked forward, ready to pass undetected.