《Alpha’s Moonchild》全部章節：第 161 章 - 第 170 章

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Eric I woke with a heavy head and heavier heart. The sun had barely risen over the towers, a bleak haze clinging to the windows like frost. I ran my fingers through my hair, willing the fog in my mind to clear. Servants moved quietly through my chamber, lighting incense to drive away last night’s stale perfume and my spilled whiskey. “Beta Elijah is back,” my personal servant whispered during breakfast, a smirk on his lips. “He came with a girl.” A girl. My curiosity had burned all morning. I left my chamber, ignoring the maid trying to fix my collar as I stalked down the marble halls. It felt too quiet lately, as if everyone was holding their breath for something terrible to happen. I needed laughter today, something easy, something that made sense. I found myself knocking once before pushing into Elijah’s chambers without waiting for permission. “Brother!” I announced, spreading my arms dramatically as I stepped in. “Or should I say, the ever-absent Beta finally returns to gra

Jaxon The scent of stale whiskey and dried blood clung to my room like a curse. I lay sprawled on the wide leather couch near the window, staring blankly at the ceiling. Dust motes drifted through shafts of weak morning light slicing between the blackout curtains I hadn’t opened in days. My beard had grown thick and untamed, dark bristles covering my jaw and throat, curling slightly at the ends. My brows had overgrown too, shadowing my bloodshot eyes. When I shifted, the scruff rasped against my collarbone, sending a small shiver through my exhausted body. My hair fell in messy waves to my shoulders, heavy with grease. I hadn’t bothered to tie it back. I didn’t care. I’d stopped caring the moment she looked at me like I was filth under her boot. When her eyes burned with disgust, cutting deeper than any blade could. A week. Seven full days since she spoke to me. Seven days since her scent last lingered on my fingers. I shifted again, the leather squeaking beneath my bare back.

Cassian The air in my room felt thicker than usual, muffled, like the walls themselves were listening. I sat behind my desk, fingers steepled beneath my lips, my gaze frozen on the untouched tablet in front of me. The surveillance footage looped on its dark screen—Callan’s last moments, grainy but horrifyingly vivid. I have watched it twenty-three times. Maybe more. Each time, the bile crawled up my throat, and the fury behind my ribs ached to rupture skin. And yet, the worst part wasn’t the footage. It was Elvira. She didn’t know. Not fully. But she deserved to. I ran a hand down my jaw, my fingers snagging on the rough stubble that had grown more than I liked. I hadn’t slept well since Jaxon’s quiet spiral began. He hadn’t spoken to anyone. Not even me. And I’d watched Elvira move through the halls like she was made of shattered porcelain. Just fragments. I told myself I didn’t care. That my likeness with her didn’t mean I owed her anything. That my care was a product of sha

Cassian The rain had stopped hours ago, but the scent of damp ground still clung to the walls of the east wing. My boots echoed softly against the stone corridor as I walked past the stained-glass window depicting the first Morrien Alpha King. Everyone was watching these days, especially Carlton. I could feel the weight of his eyes like iron chains around my throat. My father. It still felt foreign in my mouth, that word. I hadn’t spoken it aloud in years, and even in my mind, it sparked an internal recoil like touching fire. A man like that didn’t earn the title of “dad.” He earned shadows, secrets, and scars. And yet, his blood lived in me. I paused at the hallway’s edge, fingers flexing against the cool hilt of my dagger sheathed at my hip. I nearly got caught yesterday. Felen’s spies were clever, but not as clever as me. A slip of a document left out, a glance too long from a soldier… It didn’t take much to unravel the thread. I exhaled slowly and turned into the west cham