All Chapters of The Alpha’s Moonbreather : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The storm had been building long before the first drop of rain touched the earth.Elise felt it before she heard it—an uneasy pressure crawling up her spine, the same quiet warning that had followed her for days. Thunder rolled somewhere in the distance, but beneath it, beneath the whisper of wind and the rustling trees, was a different sound entirely.Footsteps.Not animal. Not wolf.Human. Controlled. Intentional.She slowed, glancing over her shoulder. The forest behind them was drowning in darkness, the kind that swallowed even moonlight. Kai, walking a few paces ahead, stiffened. His senses had sharpened the moment she stopped.“What is it?” he asked without turning.Elise’s voice came out as barely a breath. “We’re being followed.”Kai didn’t ask how she knew. He trusted her instincts even when he didn’t trust himself. His hand moved to the hilt of his blade, rain already soaking into his clothes as the storm finally broke overhead.“We keep moving,” he said. “Stay close.”The d

The port of Northharrow stank of brine, fish blood, and secrets—an ideal place for someone like Becky Everglade to vanish into the night. Lanterns swung from ropes overhead, casting sickly yellow halos across the weather-beaten docks. The tide was low. The wind was sharp. And the sailors she had bought were already waiting, heads bowed, coin purses heavy with Everglade gold.Not that Becky cared about coin tonight. Money was the easiest thing to part with. Reputation, blood, loyalty—those were the currencies she intended to spend next.She strode across the slick wooden planks with the confidence of someone who had stepped over every consequence in her path. Her cloak snapped like a whip behind her, boots splashing through scattered puddles. The mercenaries fell in line silently as she approached, each armed to the teeth, each wrapped in furs or leather armor, each carrying the cold-eyed obedience of men who asked no questions.A grizzled sailor stepped forward. One eye clouded. One h

The dawn came quietly, pale and cold, the kind of morning that felt like the world was holding its breath. The northern coast stretched before them in muted shades of blue and silver, waves rolling in long, heavy motions that sounded like distant thunder. Elise stood at the edge of the shore, her boots half-buried in the wet sand, the wind pushing her hair across her face. Kai stood a few steps behind her, watching with a tension that never left his shoulders, his breath steady but weighted.She didn’t look back when she spoke. “If I go,” she murmured, her voice barely above the hum of the sea, “will you stop me?”Kai didn’t answer immediately. He stepped closer, the wind snapping at the edges of his coat, his wolf simmering beneath his skin in restless, anxious pulses. He had known she would ask. He had known the moment they reached the coast and she began standing here for hours each day, staring at the horizon like it was the only place left on earth that made sense.He stopped bes

The storm had torn through the coast so violently that even the oldest fishermen in the village admitted they had never seen anything like it. Broken nets still tangled along the shoreline, small boats lay overturned on the sand, and the normally calm water remained unsettled, rolling with leftover anger from the night before. By morning, the villagers moved cautiously along the beach, checking what the tide had dragged in—mostly driftwood, bits of crates, and seaweed heavy with salt.Old Marun was the first to see the body.He stopped so abruptly that the younger boys following him almost bumped into him. “Hold on,” he muttered, raising his lantern slightly even though the sun was already climbing over the horizon. “There’s something… someone… over there.”At first the boys thought it was just another piece of wreckage. But the closer they walked, the clearer it became—long hair tangled with sand, pale arms half-buried in wet grit, and the rise of a chest, faint and shallow.“That’s

The High Council hall was restless long before the meeting even began. Messengers whispered to one another as they crossed the marble floors, guards exchanged uneasy looks, and elders paused in their discussions whenever someone walked by. They weren’t talking about borders or trade routes. They were talking about her.“Elise’s body… they didn’t find it?”“Nothing? Not even a scrap of fabric?”“I heard the search party swore the tide was calm. If she fell, she should’ve—”Kion heard every word, even when people lowered their voices. He stood near the head of the long meeting table, pretending to read a stack of reports, but not a single line stayed in his mind. His fingers gripped the paper too tightly. For the first time in years, he felt something close to dread.When the elders finally gathered, their whispers softened, but they never really stopped. Someone coughed. Another cleared his throat. Then Elder Lyra leaned forward and said, carefully, “My Lord Kion… the northern patrols