All Chapters of Alpha’s Moonchild: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Jaxon’s POV I stood at the edge of the training yard, watching as the warriors sparred. But it wasn’t the strikes or blocks that caught my attention. It was their eyes. The way they flicked toward me. Quick and measuring. The news must’ve spread, I’m now a weak Alpha, Kale might as well become the next Alpha. I clenched my jaw, folding my arms tight across my chest. Every hour, every breath that passed without Elvira by my side…I was unraveling. “Jaxon.” Celina’s voice came soft behind me, but it was laced with steel. I didn’t turn. “What is it, Celina?” “You should come inside. It’s starting to rain.” I let the first drops fall on my skin, cold and sharp. “I’m fine.” She stepped closer, too close. I could smell the faint rose of her perfume, the polished control she always wore like armor. “You’re letting them see you like this,” she said quietly. “Weak. Distracted. Obsessed.” My fists clenched. “Watch your words.” “I am watching, I warned you but you didn’t listen,” she s

Kara’s POV The air smelled different here. Clean, cold, touched by the faint smell of pine and the faintest hint of smoke from some distant fire. I’d been in enough packs to know when I didn’t belong — the way eyes followed me, the way murmurs hushed when I passed. But this… this was different. They weren’t watching me like an intruder. They were watching me like they didn’t understand why I was at his side. Elijah walked ahead, shoulders straight, movements sharp. I’d seen him fight once — quick, and lethal. But now I saw something else. The wolves around us stepped aside as he passed, heads lowering, eyes dropping. Why hadn’t I noticed before? “Elijah,” I said, my voice low. He didn’t stop, but his ear twitched — he was listening. “You said you were just a patroller.” He kept walking, but the faintest hesitation betrayed him. Just one step, not as sure, as if my words had found his lies. I kept going, and couldn't stop myself. “They don’t look at patrollers like that.” He di

Elvira’s POV The cold of the night seeped through the walls, but I barely felt it. I sat cross-legged on the rug in my room, hands trembling as they hovered over the cracked pendant my mom had given me when I was seven. I had just found out the reason I had that sliver thread on my wrist, it was because my pendant was triggered by something I couldn’t remember. Mate bond? I couldn’t tell! But the silver thread meant something else. The pendant shimmered faintly beneath my fingers, that strange power I’d been trying to ignore now pulsing stronger than ever. I hadn’t slept in days. I couldn’t. Every time I closed my eyes, the visions returned — brighter, louder, impossible to outrun. And now, I wasn’t sure I wanted to. My heart pounded in my chest, the weight of what I’d seen so far pressing down on me. But something told me this wasn’t the end. The truth wasn’t finished revealing itself. I exhaled slowly, my breath fogging in the cold air. “Come on,” I whispered, voice cracking. “

Deric I didn’t sleep. The sun was barely cresting the hills, casting my room window in gold, but I’d been up for hours, pacing the length of my room like a caged animal. My wolf snarled and snapped at my insides, refusing to settle, no matter how many times I pressed my fists against my ribs to calm the ache. Traitor… The word had burned itself into my thoughts all night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my father’s face, he had been laid to rest, but he seemed restless even as a ghost. I saw Carlton’s satisfied smirk as he took the deeds, the records, every scrap of paper tying Shadowfang to its centuries of hard-won independence. Sold. I’d sold my ancestors’ blood and sweat for a promise he wouldn’t hurt her. For the hope Ava might be free, that she will see how far I’m ready for her. But as dawn light filtered across my bed, illuminating the torn papers I’d tried to burn in rage hours earlier, the truth settled heavy and unmoving in my chest. She hadn’t called since she le

Jaxon How long could I go? On and on with this? I tried so hard to forget those blank cold stares she gave me the last time. Those empty stares and polite nods didn’t shred through what was left of my pride. Watching her walk past me in the halls with her shoulders straight and chin high didn’t ignite a rage so wild it threatened to burn me alive from the inside out. Everyday I was hanging on the thinner side of my last straw. I watched her from my study window, hidden behind the gauzy curtains. She crossed the training courtyard, Cassian at her side like a silent hound, matching her stride with a quiet ease that twisted something dark in my gut. She wore her hair up today, twisted into a knot high on her head, exposing the graceful column of her neck. The dawn sun caught on the copper strands threaded through her dark hair, making them glow like embers. She laughed at something Cassian said – not a full laugh, not the one that used to light up her whole face, but a small huff of