All Chapters of Alpha’s Moonchild: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Jaxon I stormed through the eastern chamber, footsteps heavy with the weight of anger rising through my chest. I didn’t knock. I couldn’t wait. I shoved Ronan’s chamber door open.He was shirtless, halfway through lacing up his boots, clearly preparing for bed, or something less useful.Ronan’s eyes snapped to mine. “Alpha Jaxon?” His tone shifted from casual to concerned. “What’s wrong?”“We’re moving. Now,” I barked. “We head to Wolfspring tonight.”He blinked. “What? Tonight? Are you even listening to yourself? It’s nearly 9—”“I’m not repeating myself.”Ronan moved to the hallway, dragging the door shut behind him. “We didn’t notify Deric. He might not even be there.”“I don’t care,” I replied, voice low but loaded with threat. “You said she could be a spy, Ronan. If that’s true, then she’s dangerous. If it’s false, then someone’s lying about her, and she’s still in my house.”He blew out a breath. “So we can’t wait till morning?”I stepped closer. “If something happens to her t

ElviraThe silence in the room was supposed to make me relax but I couldn’t. I ignored the thoughts playing in my head and stepped into the shower. Warm water poured over me, washing off the remnants of sleeplessness and confusion. I needed this—silence, water, time alone. I stepped out of the bathroom—and nearly screamed.“Brielle!” I gasped, clutching the face towel tighter against my chest. She stood a few steps away, blinking at me with an amused smile. “The door wasn’t locked?”“I… I must’ve forgotten when she left last night,” I whispered to myself.My heart skipped at the thought. What if it hadn’t been Brielle? What if it had been one of the brothers? Or worse… Alpha Jaxon?A wave of goosebumps ran over my arms. The mere thought made me shudder.Brielle turned her gaze respectfully toward the mirror and started brushing back her sliver curls, pretending she hadn’t seen a thing. That didn’t help my embarrassment. I had never stood naked in front of anyone before—ever. It was a

DericThe wind howled against the walls as I stepped through the gates, the sound only amplified my confusion. Ronan was supposed to tell Jaxon, but of course, he didn’t. He probably thought he was doing me a favor by keeping it quiet. I should’ve known. Jaxon was suspicious already—and when he asked what “stuff” I meant, I almost choked on my own damn breath.Moonshade dust.A rare, almost forgotten substance in our kind, mostly found in the Morrien pack. Useless to most…unless you know exactly how to use it.I clenched my jaw, pressing a hand to the hidden pocket inside my cloak, where the pouch of glistening dust now sat. It felt warm, like it had absorbed the tension of every single person who had ever tried to use it.Then again, was Jaxon really saying the truth about Elvira? She was beaten? That sounds ridiculous! No matter how much I try to put it, it sound ridiculous. I mean, why would your own family want to hurt you? Hell, I didn’t even know anymore.I stormed into the cas

ElviraThe silence between us wasn’t loud, it was only suffocating.Alpha Jaxon leaned back into his chair, one leg crossed over the other, his sharp eyes fixated on me with that unreadable coldness he always wore. It didn’t help that we were sitting alone in his study again, the same room where every word felt like a test.“Deric and I grew up together,” he began, breaking the silence with a tone that sounded like a story on the edge of caution. “Different packs, yes—but we were close. Like brothers. His parents were always off negotiating peace, so he studied with me in Morrien. Spent most of his time in our territory.”I nodded slowly, keeping my eyes down. I could feel the blood rushing in my ears. It was one thing to know Deric now—as the calm, quiet, observing Alpha he presented himself as, but hearing about his past with Jaxon was…strange. Jaxon was the most guarded man I had ever met. And yet he offered me pieces of his life like breadcrumbs on a trail I wasn’t sure I had the

Elvira Watching Alpha Jaxon disappear into another room sent a ripple of unease through me. Had I offended him by withholding my past, despite his generous shelter? The weight of unspoken words pressed heavily on my chest. I lingered in the study for a while, the silence amplifying my thoughts, before deciding to retreat to my assigned room.As I approached the room, a sense of foreboding settled over me. Upon opening the door, I was startled to find Celina seated gracefully in the chair by the window, her legs crossed, arms folded, and an icy gaze fixed upon me. The air grew heavy with tension. Instinctively, I averted my eyes, a habit ingrained from years of subservience. Celina's demeanor bore an uncanny resemblance to Mother Felen's—stern, unyielding, and perpetually disapproving. What had I done to incur such disdain from her?A part of me screamed to retreat, to close the door and seek refuge elsewhere. Yet, another part knew that evasion would only worsen matters. As I hesitat