All Chapters of The Alpha’s Moonbreather : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The western border smelled like smoke, iron, and exhaustion—three things Kai no longer noticed unless someone pointed them out. He stood at the edge of a ruined outpost, staring at the shattered wall where flames still burned in the cracks. Bodies were being dragged into a pile behind him, soldiers moving silently, too tired to speak.Lucien approached with his armor half open and dust covering his face.“It’s done,” Lucien said quietly. “The rebels surrendered. What’s left of them.”Kai didn’t answer. He wasn’t looking at the ruins—he was looking at the river that ran behind them. The water was fast, cold, unforgiving. Every time he saw water now, the same image flashed behind his eyes: Elise slipping beneath a storm wave, her hand reaching for him, her eyes terrified.“Kai,” Lucien said again. “We need to move. The scouts say another camp is hiding two valleys down.”“Then we go,” Kai said flatly.Lucien frowned. “We’ve been fighting for three days without stopping. The men—”“They

The Council Hall was colder than usual that morning. The air felt tight, heavy, like it was waiting for something to break. Lucien stood in the center of the marble floor, shoulders pushed back, jaw set. He rarely looked nervous, but today, tension showed through every line of his body.Kion sat on the raised throne-like seat reserved for the High Council Elder, chin lifted, expression unreadable. Becky stood near him—too close, some would say—her hands folded neatly in front of her, a faint, smug smile resting on her lips.Kai was farther back, half in shadow, arms crossed tightly. He didn’t move. He didn’t blink. He just watched.“Speak,” Kion said, voice echoing through the hall.Lucien inhaled deeply. “Your leadership is failing, Elder.”The room froze.Becky’s smile widened a fraction.Kion did not react. “Be very careful with your next words, boy.”“I am being careful,” Lucien replied. “Careful enough to say them where everyone can hear them.”Murmurs rippled through the gathere

The palace hadn’t seen this much decoration since the coronation of Kion’s eldest son decades ago. Servants worked from dawn until late afternoon, polishing golden lanterns, laying down new crimson carpets, and arranging thousands of white lilies along the long marble hall. By evening, the great feasting chamber shone like a treasury—bright, polished, extravagant, and heavy with the scent of expensive incense.Tonight was meant to be a celebration.A celebration Kion wanted the entire kingdom to witness.A celebration to solidify Becky Everglade’s position as “Ambassador of Unity,” a carefully crafted title that gave her political leverage disguised as goodwill.But beneath the gold and laughter, the atmosphere carried tension like a wire pulled too tight.Even the servants whispered cautiously.“Did you hear? Those soldiers who still mentioned Lady Elise—”“Gone. All of them.”“No announcement. No explanation.”“No bodies, either.”“Shh. If anyone hears you—”People kept their voices

The palace war room was meant to be forbidden after sundown, yet the torches burned that night, flickering against old stone like restless spirits. Lucien never entered that room unless summoned, but he paused when he heard voices inside—low, sharp, and unmistakably secretive. Kion’s voice carried first, firm and cold as the steel displayed on the command wall.“He’s becoming a liability,” Kion said. “Kai is losing discipline. His judgment weakens every time someone whispers Elise’s name.”Lucien froze just beyond the doorway. He hadn’t expected to hear her name, not in that tone, not followed by the scrape of something heavy being dragged across the table—maps, he realized, thick parchment unrolled and pressed flat.Another voice joined in, unfamiliar, heavy with a southern accent. “Your grandson has built a reputation for brutality. That should please a ruler, no? Fear keeps border packs in line. Why remove him?”“Because fear without reason leads to rebellion,” Kion snapped. “He fi

Kai rode without stopping, pushing his horse through the cold stretch of night, the wind ripping at his cloak as if trying to pull him backward, but nothing could slow him, not after what he heard, not after the way the hall had frozen when news spread that sailors from the western lanes claimed they had seen something impossible, a woman of light standing inside the silver storm, a figure glowing like the moon itself. Kai had said nothing at the time, only staring ahead with a face so unreadable even Lucien didn’t dare speak to him, but inside him something cracked open, something he had buried so deep that the moment someone touched it with a rumor, the entire structure of his restraint collapsed. The horse stumbled on a patch of loose gravel, but Kai steadied it and pushed forward, his jaw tight, eyes burning, breathing uneven. He didn’t care how long it took, didn’t care what waited at the coast, didn’t care if it destroyed him. He just needed to see it with his own eyes, neede