All Chapters of Alpha’s Moonchild: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Elvira I didn’t see it coming. After Jaxon declared war on Bloodmoon, I thought the heat would come from the outside, from rival packs or angry rogues, not from inside the very walls of Pack Tower.Things were tense but oddly peaceful. Meetings went on for hours, most of which I wasn’t allowed in. Alpha Jaxon was constantly occupied, and I rarely saw him anymore. His room was now on the other end of the tower, feet away from mine, and with the size of the place, we may as well have been living in separate worlds.That morning, I was heading toward the kitchen for some tea when I ran into Alpha Callen. He looked rougher since we came to Pack Tower, guess he didn’t have time for his usual makeup. His jaw clenched tight and eyes darting down the hallway before he looked back at me.“You haven’t heard?” he asked.“Heard what?” I said, heart slowing.“Jaxon. He’s sick.”I froze. “Sick? Since when?”Callen didn’t answer directly. “You should see him.” Then he walked off.I turned around im

DericI’ve always believed in staying out of mess. Stay neutral. Stay clean. That’s what kept me alive this long in a world full of bloody secrets and laws. But lately, neutrality feels like cowardice. Especially when you’re caught between monsters and angels, and you’re not sure which is worse.After Jaxon’s company took a hit during the Bloodmoon ambush, things shifted fast. In the public eye—to humans, it looked like a normal corporate merger, a clean tie-up between two luxury conglomerates. But behind the polished smiles and designer contracts was a desperate play to salvage his crumbling empire and hide what we really were.Werewolves.And I was one of the few who had to dance both roles, human and wolf. Especially handling my roles between Bloodmoon and Morrien. I leaned against the cool glass window of my penthouse, staring down at the city. Beneath the flashing lights and endless traffic, I knew something was coming. A war, maybe. Or something even messier. My phone buzzed on

JaxonI woke to the scent of herbs and something sweet, vanilla or honey, maybe both. The room was quiet except for the steady beep of machines and the faint rush of wind outside the window.Kara was seated at the edge of the bed, her eyes scanning some handwritten notes. She didn’t flinch when I stirred.“You’re awake,” she said softly, not looking up.I tried to sit up but a wave of pain knocked the breath out of me. My throat was dry. “How long?”“Four days,” she replied, finally meeting my gaze. “You were poisoned. A slow-acting toxin, designed to mimic exhaustion. We almost lost you.”“Where’s Ronan?” My voice was hoarse. “And… Elvira?”Kara frowned, her fingers tightening around her pen. “Ronan’s downstairs with the council. There’s been… a lot happening while you were out.”“And Elvira?” I pressed again, heart heavy.She hesitated. “Cassian took her side. He’s been confined at the prison under city watch.”What? The pain in my chest wasn’t physical this time.I let out a dry la

Elvira The soft rustle of my gown followed me as I turned away from Jaxon. I don’t even care anymore to know what’s going on in that mind of his. I can’t afford to get my mind clouded again.Just then, a sharp sting on my ankle.I winced. Pain bloomed up my leg like fire, and I turned, heels digging into the marble floor of the ballroom. To see Lila. That was the first time I had seen her up close.Her face was perfect, too beautiful. She was poised in an elegant way, but her eyes gave her away. Petty and jealous.“Oops,” she said, the heel of her shoe still pressed to the hem of my dress. “Didn’t see you there, mate snatcher.”The word dropped like a bomb. I inhaled sharply through my nose, my hands curling into fists by my sides.A few heads had already turned. Of course they had. That’s what she wanted.“Excuse me,” I said, voice tight but composed.I stepped away, slowly, carefully, and her heel finally lifted. The damage had been done, though. A rip ran down the side of my gown

ElviraThe birthday gala had ended, but the night lingered. The halls outstretching from the ball room were quieter now, humming only with the occasional footsteps of staff and the distant creak of doors closing. Lights flickered across the walls as I walked through them slowly, trying to unspool the chaos in my head.Each truth carved its own wound. I made my way to my room in silence, but even as I reached the door to my room, Jaxon was already there.Leaning against the frame, coat discarded, shirt slightly rumpled, the top buttons undone. His tie was gone, and his usually-perfect hair had fallen slightly over his brow. He looked tired. His eyes found mine instantly.“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said quietly.I didn’t answer right away. “It’s late.”“I waited for everyone to leave,” he murmured. “So we could talk. Just us.”I reached for the handle. “You’re drunk. This isn’t the time.” I said, but he stopped me from twisting the handle.“I’ll sleep in the other room.” I said, read