All Chapters of Alpha’s Moonchild: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Elvira I stared at Alpha Jaxon's jacket lying crumpled on the floor, its presence a reminder of the man who left it behind. The royal tailor had left after taking my measurements. The rich scent of tobacco and something uniquely him still clung to the fabric, teasing my senses and muddling my thoughts. With a frustrated sigh, I bent down, snatched it up, and shoved it into the back of the wardrobe, out of sight but not quite out of mind.​ "Brielle," I called, my voice sharper than intended. She appeared in the doorway almost instantly, her ever-present smile faltering at my tone. "Yes, Elvira?" "Could you help me change the sheets, please?" Her brow knitted in confusion. "But they were just changed two days ago." "I know," I replied, forcing a tight smile. "But I'd like fresh ones." She hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Of course. Give me a minute." True to her word, Brielle returned shortly with a set of crisp linens. Together, we stripped the bed and replaced the sheet

ElviraThe silky robe felt foreign against my skin. It shimmered in color of deep midnight blue and silver, the fabric flowing like moonlight. The tailor had said it was enchanted to reflect the wearer’s aura. If that were true, then why did I feel like an imposter wrapped in elegance?Brielle clasped a silver pin into my hair, her hands gentle as always. “You look... wow. Like you belong on a throne.”I looked regal—at least that’s what Brielle said as she spun me around, her eyes wide with admiration. But when I stared at my reflection, I didn’t see a queen. I saw a girl trying to survive, trying to find a purpose in threatening pack.I gave her a tight smile through the mirror. “You mean like someone else entirely?”She chuckled, clearly mistaking my discomfort for modesty. But my stomach twisted. I wasn’t used to this—the makeup, the stares, the attention I would get. I’d barely even adjusted to being alive in Bloodmoon…The sleeves brushed my wrists, and the embroidery sparkled w

ElviraI turned back to see if Alpha Jaxon had followed me but the space was empty, and then I turned back to the figure in front of me as if I didn’t hear them call me clearly.The figure stood still. Now closer to the figure, I found out it was a hoodie not a cloak, the hood drawn low over their face, hands buried deep inside the hoodie’s front pocket. But something in the way they stood made the hairs on the back of my neck rise. I squinted through the moonlight filtering between the tall trees, the silhouette more familiar than I wanted it to be.Then, the figure reached up and pushed the hood back just enough for their face to be partially revealed.My breath caught. Elyra? How?My mouth went dry, my fingers curling tightly around the edge of my robe. My feet wanted to take a step forward, but my mind screamed otherwise. My vision clouded with disbelief, questions rising.“Elyra,” I said finally, my voice clipped, cautious but soft. “What are you doing here? How did you even fin

Elvira I couldn’t sleep. I spent the entire night pacing the room, heart racing, my breath shallow, as if everything were closing in on me. I couldn't stop thinking about her. Elyra, or whoever she really was under that hoodie. My instincts screamed otherwise. The way she appeared and vanished… I hugged myself tighter, trying to chase away the coldness she left me with. My thoughts were a tangled mess of suspicion, fear, and guilt.Was it my place to tell Alpha Jaxon? And if so, would he even believe me?By the time the early morning sun brightened the sky, I was no close to clarity. My nerves were shot, and the silence in my room only made everything worse. Without thinking, I grabbed my robe, wore it over my gown, and stormed out. I needed air, or maybe to walk and think of my next plan. The pack house was eerily quiet. Only the soft sound of the elevator and the distant sound of the patrolling guards filled the stillness. As I rounded a corner in the hallway, my shoulder slammed

JaxonThe air in the war room drifted in and out. Outside, the wind howled through the mountains, but within these four walls, my mind was far from eased.I looked around the table, Talon sat with his arms crossed, jaw tight. Callan tapped his fingers restlessly against the wood. Kale had a scowl etched into his face so deep it looked permanent. And Ronan... Ronan was calm, the kind that always came before he said something outrageous. I had called them privately to share our opinions together. “This isn’t good,” Talon muttered, breaking the silence. “Scouts from Rivershade have crossed the southern ridge. They’re not even hiding anymore.”I nodded. I had seen the reports. Rivershade’s subtlety was gone. That meant only one thing: pressure.“They’re looking for a reason,” I said. “And if they had found the rogue corpse, that would’ve been one”“Can we afford another war?” Kale asked, his voice low. “Not with what happened decades ago. I’m scarred that we might end up starting a fight