All Chapters of The Alpha’s Moonbreather : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The Keep slept under a shroud of silver. Clouds moved slowly across the sky like drifting ghosts, and the spirit flora glowed faintly along the stone pathways. The night air was crisp, clean, and humming with the kind of magic that made even seasoned Moonbreathers tread lightly.Elise stood alone in the training courtyard, sweat dampening her neck. The burn in her arms was sharp, but she kept going, repeating the same Moonbreather motions Teagan drilled into her earlier: inhale through the core, rise with the energy, exhale through the limbs, release.Except tonight nothing flowed.Her chest felt tight. Her breath uneven.Every time she closed her eyes, the visions returned—uninvited, merciless, vivid.Kai’s expression twisting the moment he sentenced her.Her aunt Thea’s lifeless body on the floor at Archview, her hair strewn like pale threads.The girl from the rooftop.The fall.The scream.The silence.Elise shook her head, trying to push it all out.It didn’t work.Teagan’s voice

The moon rose slowly over the vast expanse of the Moonbreathers’ Keep, its light spilling in silver rivers over the carved stone structures and spirit-lit flora. From the courtyard below, Elise watched the glow creep over her fingertips like a living thing. Tonight was the Oath of Silver — a ceremony whispered about with reverence and fear. A rite meant for full-blooded Moonbreathers.But she was neither full-blooded nor certain she even belonged here.The night air was cool, brushing against her bruises from training. Teagan had pushed her mercilessly over the past days, and if not for the strange burst of strength she occasionally tapped into, she might not have survived it. Even now, her lungs still held the faint ache of the last session.“Elise.”She turned. Teagan stood in the archway entrance, moonlight catching in her dark hair. She wasn’t wearing armor tonight — only a fitted ceremonial tunic, trimmed in silver thread and marked with runes of her rank. On her belt hung a dagg

Elise didn’t wait for dawn.She didn’t wait for the matriarch.She didn’t wait for the ceremonial bells, or Teagan’s barked orders, or the Keep’s routines to begin.She stormed through the training grounds while the sky was still a deep, bruised blue—before the sun crested the cliffs, before the others stirred from their chambers.Her heart hadn’t stopped pounding since last night.The forest tremor.The pulse that struck her chest like a heartbeat not her own.The vision of silver ripping across her senses.She’d told herself she imagined it. That exhaustion made her hallucinate.But she knew better.There was a reason her pendant hummed.A reason the forest shook.A reason her dreams of Thea kept circling back to the same warning:“The truth sleeps beneath lies older than your birth.”She reached the eastern courtyard, where Teagan was sharpening a blade alone, his posture rigid as always.He noticed her before she could speak.“Why are you out of your chamber before the first bell?

Kai hadn’t slept in days.Every time he closed his eyes, the same thing happened: he heard her.Not a memory. Not a hallucination.A voice.Soft. Breaking. Calling him from somewhere far north.“Kai.”It was never more than a whisper.But it tore him awake each time, drenched in sweat, his heart racing like a fledgling wolf in a hunt. The dreams were worsening—growing sharper, clearer, harder to dismiss. They came with flashes of moonlight, with a scent he couldn’t place, with shadows shaped like a girl who refused to die in his memory.Elise.He tried to bury the thought every time, but the truth clawed back up.The voice in his dreams sounded like her.And each morning, his wolf paced inside him, restless and angry, yearning for something he couldn’t name.Something he’d lost.Or driven away.On the fifth night of torment, Lucien found him in the training hall well past midnight. Kai stood shirtless in the cold air, fists bleeding as he struck the reinforced steel post again and aga

The northern winds screamed like wounded spirits, tearing across the mountainside as Kai pushed through the storm. Lightning cracked overhead, illuminating the jagged cliffs and twisted trees in brief flashes of silver. His wolf prowled beneath his skin, restless, pacing, snarling at something he couldn’t name.He’d been following the storm for hours.No — not the storm.Her.Every instinct clawed at him, pulling him north, deeper into the wilderness. The oracle’s warning echoed through his mind with every step:“She walks beneath the broken moon. If you find her, your bloodline changes or ends.”He didn’t care. He didn’t care about prophecies or bloodlines or consequences. All he cared about was the voice that haunted his dreams.“Elise…”Sometimes it sounded like a whisper.Sometimes like a plea.Sometimes like a fading breath he couldn’t reach.The thunder roared again, and Kai stumbled forward, soaked to the skin, the world blurring with wind and rain. His body ached from the jou