Semua Bab Alpha’s Moonchild: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Elyra The tension in my chest had only tightened since hearing those words—the rumor. The thought alone sent a shiver through my bones, one that I couldn’t shake. Could it be Elvira? Could she really have survived all this time? It was impossible to ignore, no matter how hard I tried.I kept my composure as I walked back into the royal chambers, pretending the weight of the news wasn’t pressing down on me like a stone. My mind kept racing, sifting through the possibilities, but the one thing I knew for certain was that I couldn’t let this reach my mother’s ears—or worse my brothers.I entered the grand hallway, my footsteps echoing in the cold stone corridor. I made my way toward the messenger's office, where I had one task left to complete. “Welcome, Luna”I turned toward the soft voice of one of the palace messengers. His eyes moved nervously over me, but he didn’t say anything more. He had learned, as all the palace servants did, not to provoke me when I was in this mood. But I

Elvira It had been two days. Two days since I last saw Alpha Jaxon, and every second felt like a lifetime. Those two weeks we spent together felt like years now, and it drove me crazy. I couldn’t stop thinking about what he might be upto. It wasn’t just that he was absent, it was the way I had grown accustomed to his presence, the way I had found comfort in it. It was a strange feeling, one I couldn’t quite place. I was annoyed by it, but even more so by the fact that I missed seeing his face. I hated that I cared, but it was undeniable. I had been pacing around my room, unable to sit still, my mind racing with questions I had no answers for. What was going on? Where had he gone? My chest tightened with every passing minute, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong, something more than just his absence. I had never seen him act like this before. He was consistent on checking up on me, so sure of himself. I let my mind wander back to his parents. Alpha Jaxon had n

Jaxon It’s been days of restless movements. I had been buried in the demands of my pack, too consumed by the endless planning and discussions to even think about anything else. Every second, every minute, was either for meetings, strategy sessions, and calls. The festival was fast approaching, and my responsibilities were piling up. I had no time to breathe, no time to think about anyone but the pack.But now, finally, I had a moment of silence. A small window of peace.Brielle, one of the maids, had mentioned that Elvira hadn’t been seen much around the house. She was fine, of course, she had her own space, and it wasn’t like I had much reason to worry. Yet, the quiet whisper of concern gnawed at the back of my mind.“Maybe it’s nothing,” I muttered to myself, running a hand through my hair as I stood from my desk.I had other things to worry about. More important things. But the truth is, I couldn’t ignore the urge to check on her. Maybe I just wanted to make sure she wasn’t locke

JaxonI sat there in silence, on the edge of the chair beside her bed, letting the sound of her breathing ground me. Rhythmic, slow… peaceful. How long had it been since I sat still like this? Since I wasn’t preoccupied with political alliances, border patrols, or the demands of my title?Elvira shifted slightly in her sleep, her hair a dark halo against the pillow, one hand loosely curled over the sheets. Her presence was comforting even in sleep. I could feel her pulling at the part of me I had buried deep, the part I’d sealed off long before she ever came here.I exhaled and leaned forward slightly.“So… about the festival,” I said quietly, not sure if she was fully awake, just stirring, or pretending to be asleep to avoid conversation. I didn’t blame her if she was though.She blinked a few times, her lashes fluttering against her cheek before her eyes adjusted to the room. She looked disoriented at first, and then her gaze met mine. Still hazy, still soft.“I will prepare the roy

JaxonI’d done the one thing I swore I wouldn’t. I watched Elvira from the window of my chambers. She was in the flower yard with Brielle, laughing, her head tossed back in a way that made her hair shimmer beneath the late afternoon sun. I should’ve looked away. I should’ve turned around and kept walking. But I didn’t.Instead, I stood there like a fool.“Why are you doing this to yourself?” I muttered under my breath, jaw clenched tight.The knock at my chamber door pulled me out of my thoughts. “Come in.”It was Ronan. He stepped inside, arms folded, his usual stern face even more drawn than usual.“We need to talk,” he said, voice low.“I figured,” I replied, returning to my desk and lowering myself into the chair.“She’s healed, Jaxon,” Ronan said immediately, no time for pleasantries. “You said once she recovered, you’d send her back.”“I remember what I said.”“Then why is she still here?”I leaned forward slightly, bracing my elbows on the table. “Because I changed my mind.”Ro