Semua Bab Alpha’s Moonchild: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Kara The morning air was thinner here, high in the mountain valley.. I adjusted the black hood over my head and walked faster, my boots crunching on a frost-laced path that stretched between stone and ash trees. I didn’t want to cross paths with him ever again. But of course, fate had a sick sense of humor. Because there he was, leaning against a crooked pine like he was born to annoy me. Arms crossed. That same infuriating smirk curving his lips. “What the hell,” I muttered, not slowing. “I thought we established I was too pretty to be this angry,” he called out, straightening from the tree. I didn’t respond. I didn’t even blink. Just kept walking. He jogged a few steps to catch up beside me. “You’re limping.” “No, I’m not.” “You are.” I stopped abruptly and turned to face him. “Are you following me?” “Technically, you’re walking in my direction.” “And technically,” I snapped, “I can actually kill you right now.” He raised both hands. “Feisty. I like it.” “You talk too

Elijah I don’t believe in fate. Or destiny. But something about Kara pulls me in like gravity. It’s not just her fire, the fierce edge to her voice or how her eyes flash silver-blue in the sunlight. It’s what she hides beneath it all. I see it in the small things. I want to ask her about a lot of things. But I’m scared. Not of her. Of what she might say. We’d been walking for hours, through the brittle remains of the forest, past the rocky outcrops where the wind screamed like a lost ghost, the darkest part of this woods. Kara never stopped moving, her eyes sharp and wary. I’d never seen anyone move with such guarded grace. Like a wild animal who’s survived too many traps. We paused at the edge of a cliff, the sun bleeding gold over the valley below. I looked at her. She was sitting on a jagged rock, knees drawn up, fingers clasped tightly around them. Where is she even heading to? I don’t know but I followed her anyway. Her eyes caught the sunlight and flickered with that str

Elvira The air was filled with an almost electric stillness, as if the entire woods was holding its breath. Shadows stretched at the clearing where we’d set up for the ritual, ancient stones with faded runes encircling the small fire pit. The cold night seeped into my bones, but it was nothing compared to the chill crawling through my veins. I pulled my cloak tighter around me, heart pounding not from the cold but from the weight of what I was about to do. Severing the cursed mate bond between Jaxon and me. The ritual wasn’t just painful; it could kill me. Jaxon’s eyes burned with desperate fear as he reached for my hand, fingers trembling. “Elvira, please. Don’t do this. The bond… it’s part of us. We can find another way. Please.” I shook my head, my voice low but steady. “No, Jaxon. It’s the only way. If I don’t break this curse, I’ll lose myself, and I won’t be able to protect you. I have to do this.” His grip tightened, knuckles white. “There has to be another way.” “Ther

Jaxon’s POV I shut the door behind me and just stood there. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. She looked at me like I was a stranger. Like I was nothing. My chest felt like it was caving in. I pressed my back against the door, fists clenched at my sides. The hallway felt too quiet, too empty. I could still hear the sound of her voice telling me to leave. Like it had been carved into me. Don’t come near me. I don’t know you. Please leave. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block it out, but it didn’t work. It was burned in. Elvira has forgotten me. She didn’t seem to know me atall or was she pretending? I wanted to turn around, go back in there, and make her remember. Make her see me, but I couldn’t. I’d already made it worse by staying as long as I did. I started walking. I didn’t know where I was going, didn't care. My feet moved on their own, fast at first, then slower as the weight of it all hit me. I felt like I was falling apart. Everything we’d fought for, everythi

Cassian’s POV The room was too still. Too quiet, except for the soft rise and fall of Elvira’s breathing. I stood in the corner, arms folded, watching over her the way I had been for hours. Maybe longer. Time had lost meaning since that night. Since the moment she woke from breaking the curse, stared right through Jaxon… and turned to me. Even now, I could feel the weight of that look. The way her eyes had softened — the first sign of trust she’d shown anyone since she opened them again had been for me. And I hated it. I hated that it meant something. I should’ve gone. Should’ve left her side like I said I would. But I couldn’t. My feet wouldn’t move. My heart wouldn’t let me. So I stayed, and watched. She slept fitfully, her brow furrowed, fingers twitching against the blanket like she was reaching for something or someone, in a dream she couldn’t escape. I stepped closer, the soft creak of the floorboards under my boots the only sound in the room. I crouched beside the bed,