《Alpha’s Moonchild》全部章節：第 181 章 - 第 190 章

Cassian The night air was biting against my skin, the chill carving its way through the fabric of my jacket, but I barely noticed. All I saw was her. Elvira. Storming down the long, curved hallway, her shoulders trembling as she wiped furiously at her face. I’d never seen her like that, shattered. Not angry. Not annoyed. Not rolling her eyes or cursing me out like anyone would. She was hurt. “Elvira—wait!” I called, heart thudding as I sprinted after her, the soles of my boots pounding against the marble floor. She didn’t stop. I caught up with her just as she reached the courtyard entrance, the heavy double doors creaking as she shoved them open. Cold wind swept through the open space, catching her hair and whipping it around her face like a wild flame. “Don’t you dare touch me!” she screamed, yanking her arm from my grip the second my hand brushed her sleeve. I froze. “Elvira—” “All you people do is lie!” Her voice cracked, raw and sharp as broken glass. “Lie and lie and

Elijah – First Person POV Kara’s hand was trembling in mine as we entered the west wing leading to my chambers. The cool marble floor did little to cool the anger still roaring in my blood. My shirt was a little torn at the shoulder, the scent of smoke clung to my hair, and my heart hadn’t stopped hammering since the mating ceremony descended into chaos. The storm Elvira had unleashed hours ago was still rattling the windows of our world. I squeezed Kara’s hand tighter as we passed under the tall silver archway that led to my private wing. “I’ve got you,” I whispered, my voice hoarse from all the shouting. “You’re safe here.” She nodded, eyes glassy and red-rimmed. Her lower lip quivered, but she said nothing. Her silence scared me more than her tears did. When we reached my chamber doors, I pushed them open and led her inside. The flickering amber glow from the hearth danced over the velvet furnishings and the ornate carvings of my desk and shelves. Familiar, yes. But nothing fel

Deric POV The estate loomed like a monument to all the wrong things in my life. Tall wrought-iron gates opened without resistance as I approached, the guards stepping aside with little more than nods. Maybe they still remembered I once handed Carlton everything I had, my title, my pack, my pride. In return, he locked Ava away like a secret he could keep forever. It had been three weeks since I last saw her. Three weeks of silence. Three weeks of hell. I parked outside the estate’s main entrance and slammed the door harder than necessary. Gravel crunched beneath my boots as I made my way inside without an escort. Let Carlton try and stop me now. I wasn’t here for negotiation or diplomacy. I was here Ava. Inside, the scent of expensive cologne and old leather assaulted me, sickly familiar and cold. The butler blinked at me but said nothing. I didn’t pause to explain myself. I knew where Carlton’s office was. My steps were slow at first, hesitant. Then faster. Then determined. I

Eric’s POVI couldn’t stop pacing. Back and forth across the cold marble tiles of my room, my bare feet slapping against the floor in a maddening rhythm. My palms were clammy, my heartbeat erratic. The phone on my bed wouldn’t stop buzzing.Another notification. Then another. And another.My stomach twisted tighter than a noose. I didn’t have to look at the screen to know what they were about. I already saw the video. The moment it started playing, I felt the world split open beneath me.Dorian and I.In that damn bathroom.The worst part wasn’t that we were caught, it was that it was her. I knew it was Elvira. I didn’t need evidence, didn’t need some fancy hack or digital trace. My gut knew. My soul knew. The last trace I ran on that anonymous account a few days ago? It flagged a female sender. That was all I needed.Her silence had been enough. The way she looked at me last time we crossed paths, like I was nothing. I sank onto the edge of the bed, dragging both hands through my ha

Jaxon Maybe it was just me but the halls of the estate were unusually quiet tonight. No guards at my door, no Cassian lurking, no Elvira stealing glances when she thought I wasn’t looking. Just pure silence. I walked slowly, my bare feet brushing against the cool marble floors as I made my way toward a place I hadn’t dared step into for months. Callen’s room. I stopped at the door, my hand hovering over the doorknob like it would burn me. The paint was still the same shade of blue. His nameplate hadn’t been removed, and the faint scent of his cologne somehow still lingered underneath the wood. He always liked a subtle scent. Not the strong musky stuff Ronan wore. I pushed the door open. The room greeted me with eerie stillness. The maids had kept it exactly as it was. The bed was made, perfectly cornered sheets. His books were stacked on the shelf, the guitar he never learned to play still propped against the wall. One of his hoodies was thrown over the back of a chair, like he