All Chapters of The Alpha’s Moonbreather : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Elise didn’t sleep.She lay awake on the stone platform long after the sanctuary quieted, staring at the faint glow tracing the ceiling above her. The light pulsed slowly, like something breathing. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw her mother’s face reflected in the pool—sad, resolute, already halfway gone.Theresa Thorne.Moonbreather.The words felt unreal in her chest, like they belonged to someone else’s life.Footsteps approached, soft but deliberate. Elise sat up before the figure reached her.Elder Sera stopped a few steps away. She didn’t pretend surprise.“You should rest,” Sera said.“I can’t,” Elise replied. Her voice sounded too sharp in the quiet. “Not after that.”Sera studied her for a moment, then nodded once. “Come.”They walked together through the sanctuary’s deeper passages, past chambers Elise hadn’t seen before—rooms filled with carved relics, broken weapons, fragments of crystal sealed behind translucent stone. Every wall told a story of something that had

The chamber where the elders gathered was smaller than the Temple of Waterlight, lower and more enclosed, carved deep into the island’s heart where the air felt older and heavier. Elise noticed it immediately—the way the walls seemed to absorb sound, the way even her breathing felt louder than it should. This was not a place for ceremony or comfort. This was a place for truth.She stood in the center of the circle, barefoot on the smooth stone floor. The Moonbreather elders sat around her, seven of them, their faces lined with years that no longer counted time the way mortals did. Elder Sera stood closest, hands folded calmly in front of her, but even she looked tense.Elise crossed her arms, more to steady herself than for warmth. “You said there was more,” she said. “After the mural. After the betrayal.”“There is,” Sera replied. “And it is not gentle.”Elise nodded once. “I’m past gentle.”A murmur passed through the elders. One of them—a tall woman with silver-threaded hair pulled

Elise didn’t sleep.Not really.She lay on the stone bed inside the Moonbreather sanctuary, staring at the faint glow along the crystal-veined ceiling, listening to the island breathe around her. Water moved somewhere far below, slow and steady, like a pulse. Every time she closed her eyes, fragments pressed in—screams that weren’t hers, silver fire spilling through darkness, wolves tearing at something that once had a voice.When footsteps approached, she was already sitting up.Elder Sera stopped at the threshold, watching her with a look that wasn’t pity, wasn’t reverence, but something heavier. Responsibility.“You should rest,” Sera said.Elise shook her head. “If I lie down again, I’ll start seeing things.”“You will see them anyway,” Sera replied calmly. “The only difference is whether you face them awake.”Elise swung her legs off the bed. Her feet touched the cool stone floor, grounding her. “You said there were truths I hadn’t been told yet.”Sera nodded. “Yes.”“Then tell m

The forge was older than the island’s temples.Elise felt it the moment she stepped inside.The air was thick with heat and salt, metal and something sharper beneath it—moon-charged stone, worn smooth by centuries of hands that had shaped more than weapons. The walls were carved directly into the island’s rock, veins of pale crystal threading through the stone like frozen lightning. They pulsed faintly as Elise passed, responding to her presence whether she wanted them to or not.Ryn stood at the center of it all.He was younger than Elise expected. Barely older than herself, if that. His hair was dark, pulled back roughly, his sleeves rolled to his elbows. His hands were scarred—not the clean marks of training accidents, but the deep, layered scars of someone who had spent years working with dangerous things.He didn’t look up when Elise entered.“You’re late,” he said.Elise blinked. “I didn’t know I was expected.”Ryn snorted softly, still working the metal laid across the anvil. “

Elise did not expect memory to return gently.It came the way fire does—without warning, without permission, and without mercy.It began during a routine sparring session, one Elise had already completed a dozen times without incident. The training ground was quiet, carved from pale stone and surrounded by shallow water that reflected the moon in broken fragments. Ryn stood opposite her, blade raised, stance relaxed but alert.“Again,” he said. “Same sequence.”Elise nodded and stepped forward.Her movements were sharp now, controlled. Silverlight hummed in her hand, responding instantly to her intent. She deflected Ryn’s first strike, pivoted, countered low, forced him back two steps.“Good,” he muttered. “Again.”They reset.This time, as Elise raised her blade, something shifted.Not in the air. Not in the water.Inside her.The stone beneath her feet vanished.Suddenly she was standing in Archview’s lower quarter, smoke hanging thick in the air. She could smell burning wood. Hear