Semua Bab Alpha’s Moonchild: Bab 141 - Bab 150

Elvira’s POV The darkness felt endless. Ahead of me, silver eyed wolves writhed in chains. Their fur was matted with blood, their eyes hollow with a sorrow so deep it cut through me. I tried to reach them, tried to break the iron that held them, but my hands passed through the chains like smoke. “No…” I choked, falling to my knees. And then the world shifted. The ground beneath me became slick, wet with blood. The scent hit me like a slap: coppery, sharp, and suffocating. Bodies littered the earth. Wolves. Men. Women. All torn, broken. I stumbled back, slipping in the gore. My heart pounded so hard it felt like it would break free from my chest. A wind rose, bitter and cold. From it came a voice, deep, and ancient. “My Queen…” The words seemed to crawl over my skin, leaving ice in their wake. I spun, searching, but saw nothing. Only shadows and the feeling of being surrounded by a ghost. “Who are you?” I cried, my voice small against the endless night. “You will rise. You

Ronan’s POV The night air was cold, thick with the scent of rain that hadn’t yet fallen. I paced the Library terrace outside the pack tower, jaw clenched, heart pounding so hard it felt like it echoed through my ribs. The vote. The damn vote. I’d told myself I was doing what was right, that siding with Lila’s proposal at the council meeting was for the good of the pack, for stability, for peace. But now? it looked like I was rebelling against Jaxon. I turned on my heel and stormed back inside. I couldn’t do this anymore, this second-guessing, this feeling of being a puppet on strings I hadn’t realized were there. I found Lila inside. She was curled up on the velvet armchair, a glass of wine in her hand, her legs folded beneath her like she hadn’t a care in the world. The golden light painted her face in gold. She looked up as I entered, one brow arching. “Ronan. You look like you’re about to murder someone.” “Don’t tempt me.” My voice was low, tight. Her smile didn’t waver. “W

Deric I drove straight to Carlton’s Underground house. The night was cold as I rode through Carlton’s estate, my pulse quickening with every step. I shouldn’t be here. Ava’s voice echoed in my mind. But I couldn’t sit idle, not when everything felt wrong. Not when Carlton’s sudden generosity , giving me a “vacation” and keeping Ava out of reach stank of manipulation. I reached the edge of the compound, where the land dipped low. My boots crunched softly on the gravel as I walked. The night was still, unnervingly so. Even the guards, usually posted at every turn, were absent or hidden. The air was filled with something dark, dread thick enough to choke on. I crept toward the entrance, a reinforced steel door half-concealed by rock and brush. Voices drifted from within. I recognized Carlton’s at once, sharp, venom-laced, commanding the kind of fear that made men forget their own names. And then I heard Ava. Her voice, cracking with panic. “Father, don’t do this. Please. He…he didn’

Jaxon’s POV The first thing I noticed was how empty the room felt. She was there, across the space, sitting by the window, the late afternoon sun gilding her dark hair in molten gold, but it was like looking at a ghost. Elvira. Mine. Or at least, she used to be. I watched her from the doorway, unnoticed. She had become so good at not seeing me. Her fingers toyed with the edge of a book she wasn’t reading, her gaze fixed on the ground beneath her. I wondered what she saw out there that kept her anchored, because it sure as hell wasn’t me. It hadn’t been me for weeks. She had changed.More confident. She carried herself with that effortless grace that once had me breathless, but now, it felt mean. I drew a breath, stepped inside. “Elvira.” Her shoulders stiffened, but she didn’t turn. “Elvira, can we talk?” She didn’t move. I crossed the room, slow, like approaching a wild creature I didn’t want to spook. “Please.” Finally, she looked at me. And gods, the look in her eyes—I

Elvira’s POV The night felt longer than usual, the wind hollow as it swept through the trees outside my window. Sleep wouldn’t come. It hadn’t come in days. I lay on my side, staring at the shadows on the far wall, counting the seconds between the beats of my heart. But it wasn’t the sleeplessness that made me feel hollow. It was the visions. The ones that started as dreams, now crept into my waking hours like poison. And tonight, it was worse. I closed my eyes to sleep. The room faded, swallowed by darkness. And then, fire. A roaring blaring fire. I stood at the center of it all, untouched by the heat. Before me rose a throne, if you could call it that, a monstrous thing made of bones, twisted together, their ends jagged, their surfaces stained dark. Skulls adorned the top like a crown, hollow eye sockets watching me. Around the base, wolves. Towering wolves, their fur so black it seemed to swallow the firelight. They stood still, heads lowered in submission. Their white eyes