Semua Bab Moonlit Secrets Of The Alpha’s Mate: Bab 1 - Bab 5

Vivian POVSomething’s off today, like the air’s holding its breath. It’s not just the rain clouds smothering the sky or the way my sneakers stick to Westbridge High’s polished floors. There’s a hum under my skin, faint but persistent, like a song I can’t quite hear. I’m Vivian Harper, the girl who’d rather disappear than stand out, and this feeling—this weird, buzzing energy—is not part of my usual routine. I shove it down, chalking it up to nerves. Third period’s looming, and I’m already bracing for the worst.The hallway’s a zoo, same as every Monday. Jocks high-five over some weekend touchdown, cheerleaders trade gossip by the lockers, and I weave through it all, hoodie pulled low. Maya Delgado, my best friend, calls me a “professional wallflower,” which stings less than it should. I like my quiet life—books, sketchpads, and avoiding drama. But this hum? It’s throwing me off, making my heart skitter like I’m running late, even though I’m not.I’m halfway to English when I nearly c

Vivian POVThe streetlights flicker as I hurry home, Tyler Grayson’s words clawing at my mind like a song I can’t unhear. “You’re not what you think you are.” What does that even mean? My sneakers slap the pavement, the rhythm too fast, too frantic, matching the hum buzzing under my skin. It hasn’t stopped since I left the field, that strange, electric pulse that feels alive, like it’s trying to break free. I’m Vivian Harper, the girl who fades into the background at Westbridge High, not someone with secrets worth cryptic warnings. But as the sky darkens, the air heavy with the scent of rain and something wilder, I’m not so sure.I’m a block from home when a sound freezes me in my tracks—a howl, low and haunting, slicing through the dusk. It’s not a dog, not a coyote. It’s something deeper, something that makes the hum in my veins surge so hard I gasp, clutching my chest. My head whips toward the woods across the field I just left, their shadowy edges barely visible in the fading ligh

Vivian POVMy head feels like it’s splitting open, a dull throb that drags me out of a dark, dreamless void. I’m on the floor, the kitchen tile cold and unyielding against my cheek, and the air smells like shattered glass and something wild—like pine and earth, but sharper, more alive, like a forest after a storm. My eyes flutter open, and the first thing I see is him. Tyler Grayson, kneeling in front of me, his green eyes glowing with a worry that makes my chest ache in a way I don’t understand. Then it all comes rushing back—the creature at the window, its yellow eyes glinting with hunger, the way Tyler… changed. He turned into a wolf. A massive, dark-furred wolf with those same green eyes. My breath catches, a sharp gasp, and I scramble back, my hands slipping on the tile as panic claws up my throat, raw and suffocating.I’m Vivian Harper, the girl who hides in books and shadows, the one who’s never been special, never been anything but ordinary. This can’t be real. But the broken