All Chapters of Alpha’s Moonchild: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Elvira's POVFestival Day Two. I didn’t leave my room after Kairo’s visit.The phone he left behind was still on the bed, right where he dropped it, almost like a curse laid open, mocking me. I stared at it for hours, uncertain what to do with it. Back home, I was never allowed to touch such things—only Elyra and my step-brothers did. They knew how to use one, how to text, take photos, navigate the world with apps and smooth swipes. Me? I wasn’t even taught the basics. I picked it up once, pressed the side like I’d seen Kairo do. The screen flickered on, then off again. Nothing. I didn’t even know how to call someone. It felt stupid, helpless even. What would I even say if I did manage to reach him? “Hi, I’m sorry, but I don’t know how to use a cellphone ?”I set it down.The air in the room felt suffocated than usual, filled with a kind of silence that could suffocate. I stood by the window and pulled the curtain aside. In Morrien, the night always seemed to arrive quicker. The sun

Jaxon’s POVI sat at the far end of the balcony, the silence of the night resting heavily on my shoulders. The stars on the sky blinked against me, distant and different. The soft hum of people echoed below—laughter, music, footsteps of festival goers going with joy. But none of it reached me.I stared at my watch. Deric was late. I had sent a message to him in Bloodmoon, asking him to come see me privately.The longer I waited, the more the questions tangled in my head like thorny vines. I felt the shift in the air before I heard the footsteps. I turned to see Deric.He emerged from the darkness, his long coat flaring behind him.“You’re late,” I muttered, not looking at him.“I had matters to attend to,” he replied, tone smooth, laced with a cold expression. We greeted briefly, a nod, a stiff handshake—brothers in name, strangers in times like this.Deric moved closer, leaning against the stone railing beside me. “I heard what happened with Alpha Mira’s… how are you holding up?”I

Elvira’s POVThe moment the maid stepped out of Alpha Jaxon’s chambers, I knew something was wrong. Her face was drawn and uncertain, her steps hesitant as she approached me. Brielle had called in sick, leaving me alone to handle everything. I’d hoped maybe, just maybe, I could steal a moment with Alpha Jaxon. Talk to him at least.The maid lowered her gaze. “Lady Elvira,” she said softly, “I’m sorry, but Alpha Jaxon said he doesn’t want to see you.”I blinked. “What? That can’t be true. He—”She cut me off quickly, gently but firmly. “He made it clear he doesn’t want to see you. I’m sorry.”Something splintered inside of me. I nodded slowly, holding back the rising tide of emotions, and turned away.But my heart had already shattered.I didn’t know where I was walking. I just let my legs take me wherever they wanted. Maybe I was hoping the ground would open up and swallow me whole. Maybe if I walked far enough, the pain would reduce.Tears streamed down my cheeks, warm and unrelentin

Elvira POVI woke up to the same unease that had settled over me the past few days, a feeling I couldn’t shake. My mind kept drifting back to Kairo’s words—the ones that had left a deep, aching knot in my chest. The words echoed in my mind. I had no doubts about his sincerity, but I couldn’t deny the deep confusion that sticked to me like a plague.Should I allow him to claim me? He was kind, calm, and direct. I wanted to be close to him, he made me feel eased, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that step. With Kairo, everything felt different, but... I wasn’t sure if it felt right.I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, drying my damp hair with a towel. The soft clink of the wind chimes outside the window did nothing to calm my mind, and as I continued drying my hair, I let out a shaky breath, hoping the morning would bring some clarity. I closed my eyes for a moment, my thoughts lingering on Kairo again. How easy it would be to surrender to him. But was it the right thing

Jaxon POVI’ve faced wars and betrayals, but nothing—nothing—has ever sent dread crawling up my spine like the realization that Elvira was missing.The air was cold that morning, clouded with fog, and yet the emptiness in her room made everything feel ten degrees colder. Her scent still lingered faintly on the sheets, floral and soft, but there was no sign of her. Her bathroom was empty. Her towel lay discarded on the floor like she’d left in a rush.“Elvira?” I called again, louder this time. Silence.I stormed down the hallway, passing the guards without acknowledging their bows. I checked the courtyard, the inner garden, even the training grounds. Nowhere. Not even a footprint.Where the hell was she?A knot formed in my stomach, tightening with every second. I wasn’t even sure how she became this important, when her absence felt like a physical ache, but now that she was gone, all I wanted was to find her.I rounded the corner to Brielle’s quarters and knocked once before swingin