All Chapters of Alpha’s Moonchild: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Deric It was my 27th birthday today, and I wasn’t having it. To be honest, I hadn’t felt less celebrating a day that was supposed to be mine in years. The problems pressing down on my chest made it impossible to forget. It wasn’t about the passing of time, hell, I’d had birthdays before, ones filled with love and happiness. Today’s own was different. My father was dying. And there was nothing I could do about it. Not a damn thing. As if that weren’t enough, Eric’s situation had twisted itself into knots in my mind, and now, Ava kept asking me if I was okay, but I wasn’t. I hadn’t been for a long time. The rumble of the car’s engine only seemed to amplify the silence that lingered between us. Ava sat at the passenger sit, her eyes soft and observant, but she knew something was off. I hated how easily she could read me. I hated that I couldn’t just push it all aside and pretend to be fine. “You okay?” she asked, her voice pulling me from my thoughts. Her hand, warm and comforting,

Jaxon The intel came in just past dawn. I was in the training yard, shirt soaked with sweat, fists wrapped in leather. Talon stood at the edge of the ring, arms folded, his expression unreadable. He didn’t say anything until I threw the final punch, letting the punching bag swing wildly like it had a grudge against me. “My instincts was right,” he said flatly. “Bloodmoon really planted a spy.” I stilled, my chest heaving, my heartbeat louder than his words. “Who?” I asked, unwrapping my hands slowly, like I needed something physical to focus on. “A name.” He hesitated, just enough for it to itch beneath my skin. “I don’t have one yet.” His eyes moved. “I don’t want to jump to conclusions without evidence.” I sighed. At this point, I don’t even want to hear anything about spies and intels, if I can’t find them. It almost looked like imaginary spies that don’t exist, because how come there is never a name? But Talon wasn’t the type to waste my time with guesswork. If he was sa

ElyraWhen my phone buzzed with a message from Mother, I already knew it wasn’t a request, it was a summon.“Come to the house. Now.” That was all it said.No hello, no reason. Just her usual command wrapped in cold words.I should’ve ignored it. I should’ve turned my phone off and disappeared into the city like I used to dream about as a kid.……The marble floors of the estate echoed with every step I took. The high chandeliers overhead sparkled like icicles, untouched and untouchable, just like everything else in this house. This place wasn’t a home, it was more like a shrine to me.I rounded the corner, heading toward Mother’s study, only to halt abruptly when Elijah and Eric stepped into my path.Both of them wore the same expression: superiority carved into every angle of their faces. Elijah leaned against the wall like he owned it, arms crossed, an arrogant tilt to his mouth. Eric, taller and broader, stood squarely in front of me, blocking my path entirely.“Where have you been

Jaxon I had a hundred tabs open, figuratively and literally. My phone buzzed with unread messages, my calendar was double-booked, and the board members wanted updates I didn’t have. But none of that managed to distract me from the one thing disturbing my focus: the fashion proposal I’d sent out three weeks ago to the biggest fashion brand in the country, NyxThread Corporation. Founded and run by the elusive Lucian Ward. Ever since Bloodmoon intrusion into my company, some of the investors that made my fashion company a success, withdrawed affecting my initial investment for the company. NyxThread wasn’t just any brand. NyxThread defined luxury. Their designs walked every major runway, their commercials aired during the Super Bowl, and their influence reached even Bloodmoon royalty. So, when I sent my collaboration request from Dawn & Dagger, I didn’t even bother hoping, but I’didnt stop sending. Every other time I’d tried, the answer had been a robotic response “Not at this time.”

Jaxon Ronan and I had spent the better part of the week poring over details, scrolls, anything that even hinted at a way to undo the curse tying Elvira and me to something darker than the bond itself. The truth had come in riddles, all of them pointing to one dangerous solution: Blood Moon Magic. And there was only one kind of witch who could wield it. One that was located somewhere at the end of the City. So that’s how I ended up in the deepest part of Halden’s forgotten district, standing in front of a building that looked like it had been cursed just for existing. The place was practically flirting with grass, cracked stone steps, vines clawing up broken windows, and a smell like damp parchment. I stepped inside, boots hitting the floor as I walked towards the entrance. I barely got two steps in before someone slammed into me, hard. “Holy Moon!” I growled, stumbling back as my head collided with theirs. “Can’t you watch where you’re going?” The stranger stumbled too, groaning