All Chapters of The Alpha’s Moonbreather : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The morning after the council’s decision dawned cold and merciless. The packhouse courtyard was already alive with murmurs — voices rippling through the halls, down the stone corridors, and spilling into the open grounds. Word had spread faster than wildfire.Elise of Crescent Moon would be executed at sunrise, seven days from now.No one knew who had first whispered it, but by dawn, everyone did.Inside the dungeon, Elise sat against the damp wall, the faint glimmer of torchlight brushing across her hollowed cheeks. Her hair hung in tangled curls around her face, her eyes fixed on the dripping ceiling as though trying to make sense of the steady rhythm. Seven days. The words pulsed through her like poison.She’d thought she couldn’t feel any worse. That the humiliation in the courtyard had already broken her. But this — this was a new kind of death. Not the kind that struck the body, but the soul.Her guard, a young man named Rian — one of the few who didn’t sneer when handing her fo

The courtyard buzzed like a nest of hornets.Hundreds of wolves filled the open square below the High Hall, their snarls rising and falling like a living tide. The sound wasn’t just anger—it was hunger. They had come to see blood, to see justice, to see the weak Omega who dared to defy their Alpha pay the price.At the center of it all, Elise Thorne walked barefoot on the cobbled path, her hands bound in front of her with silver-threaded rope. The metal burned where it touched her skin, sending faint wisps of smoke curling into the air. She didn’t flinch anymore. She couldn’t. Her wrists had blistered long ago.Guards pushed her forward with short, impatient nudges. “Move, traitor,” one hissed behind her.She kept walking.Every step felt like it dragged her soul through gravel. The jeers came first—sharp and cruel. Then came the food. Half-rotten fruit, scraps of bread, bits of meat. Then stones. One struck her shoulder, another her face. The crowd laughed when she stumbled.“Look at

The executioner raised the silver blade.The sunlight glinted off its edge, catching on the worn, splintered platform where Elise knelt, her wrists bound before her. The crowd was silent—too silent. You could hear the metal hiss as it cut the air, could feel the weight of it like the world holding its breath.Kion stood tall beside the executioner, hand raised to signal the final strike. Becky watched from the front row, lips parted in mock sorrow. Lucien stood rigid near the guards, fists clenched so tight the veins on his hands looked ready to burst.Kai…Kai didn’t move. He stared straight ahead, his expression unreadable, but his wolf howled inside him, thrashing and tearing against the walls of his control.“Let this execution be a reminder,” Kion declared, voice booming. “That betrayal will not be tolerated under the crown of Whitemoon!”The crowd roared.The blade lifted higher.And then—A snarl tore through the air.A blur of movement shot from the edge of the platform, colli

The forest didn’t end.Elise didn’t know how long she had been running anymore. Every step felt heavier, her feet raw and bleeding through the torn fabric wrapped around them. The cold bit into her skin, seeping through the shredded remnants of her prison dress. Her breath came out in uneven gasps, white clouds in the midnight air.Branches slapped her face as she stumbled through the underbrush, her hands outstretched to keep from crashing into trees. Every few seconds, she’d hear something behind her—a rustle, a twig snapping—and her heart would leap. But when she turned, there was nothing. Just the whisper of wind through dead leaves.Her ankle throbbed from where she’d twisted it while escaping. Her arm bled where a blade had grazed her. And her ribs ached—she wasn’t sure if it was from falling or from the blows she’d taken during capture.But none of that compared to the ache inside her chest.The ache that carried his name.Kai.She bit her lip hard, stopping herself from saying

The forest was alive with sound—branches snapping, leaves rustling under her torn shoes, the faint growl of distant creatures echoing in the cold air. Elise stumbled forward, her breath coming in ragged bursts. Her arm burned where the branch had slashed her earlier, but she didn’t dare stop. Every sound behind her felt like a pursuit, every shadow like a claw reaching for her throat.She had no idea how long she’d been running. Hours, maybe days. The sun had risen and fallen so many times that time no longer mattered. Hunger twisted her stomach. Her throat was dry enough to crack. But stopping meant death, and she wasn’t ready to give them that satisfaction—not Kion, not the council, and definitely not Becky.When her knees buckled, she caught herself against a tree, panting. The bark scraped her palms, but the pain grounded her. Her thoughts flickered back to the execution square—the roar of the crowd, the cold glint in Kai’s eyes as she was dragged out. The sound of her aunt’s scre