All Chapters of The Alpha’s Moonbreather : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Beneath the Hollow, silence held its breath.Elise stood before the recording mirror—no longer a reflection, but a gate. It hovered like glass suspended in water, rippling with every breath she took. It did not show her face. It showed what she remembered, and what she chose to forget.She stepped closer.The chamber around her pulsed gently. Walls of memory, light-etched. Every footstep she took sent echoes through the floor—echoes that didn’t return to her as sound, but as voices.“She won’t survive it.”“We didn’t survive either.”“Let her choose. Let her end it clean.”Elise reached out.As her fingertips brushed the mirror, light poured into her—not magic, not power, but story. She didn’t feel stronger. She felt heavier. A chain of inherited pain wrapping around her spine, her chest, her mind.The mirror showed her a Moonbreather girl—drowned in the ceremonial pool.Then another—stabbed through the heart while trying to flee.A third—chained to a prayer post, her mouth sewn shut

Whitemoon – Daybreak After the BreakingThe streets were quiet, but not dead.Gone were the guards in ceremonial armor. Gone were the patrols that walked in pairs with hands on aether-blades and eyes on girls.Instead, children stood in doorways.Old women sat on rooftops.The wind that blew through the streets carried a weight it hadn’t before: not fear, but awareness.Inside the Council Hall – Final MeetingThe throne room, stripped of pretense, smelled of sweat and dust. Half the stained glass was gone. The banners had been pulled down. Elders who remained sat hunched around the high table—no longer above it, but level.Saelin stood.His robes were torn. His eyes sunken.“You all voted to bind her,” he said, voice hoarse. “You all signed off.”Silence.Elder Varnus tried to speak but coughed blood instead.Dareth leaned forward. “And what now?”Saelin unrolled the last official scroll of the council—its wax seal cracked down the middle.“This body is dissolved,” he said.Murmurs su

Elise’s Chambers – Early MorningThe towel in Elise’s hands went still, water dripping slowly onto the stone floor. She wasn’t sure she’d heard correctly.The attendant, however, didn’t blink.“It’s been confirmed,” she repeated. “The alliance between the two houses is sealed. The marriage between you and Lord Kai will go forward.”For a heartbeat, Elise said nothing. The room seemed to shrink, the steam curling around her like another layer of suffocation. “You’re certain?” she asked, voice cool, but her hand clenched around the towel.The woman hesitated — then color rose in her cheeks. “Forgive me, my lady. I misspoke. The announcement is for Lady Becky and Lord Kai. The council finalized it late last night.”The correction was like stepping from ice into fire — the sting different, but still sharp. Elise took a slow breath. “Becky,” she repeated, tasting the name like something bitter.“Yes,” the attendant said, dipping her head quickly. “It was agreed that such a match would reas

The barracks smelled faintly of oil, leather, and damp stone. Rian moved through the rows of weapon racks with the quiet precision of someone used to moving unseen. Most of the soldiers were asleep; the few on duty kept their heads down, pretending not to notice their captain slipping toward the far corner where Elise waited.She had discarded her cloak, standing in a simple tunic and boots, hands clasped loosely behind her back. But the stillness in her posture was a weapon of its own.“You sent word,” Rian said, stopping in front of her.“Elise’s eyes flicked toward the door. “I need to know exactly where Luka’s loyalties lie.”Rian didn’t hesitate. “Not with us.”“That much I guessed,” she said. “But guessing isn’t enough. He’s too careful to be just another council pawn. The way he moves—the way he knows where to be before anything happens—it’s deliberate.”Rian nodded slowly. “If you want proof, I can set a trail. Let him think he’s getting information you didn’t mean to give.”E

Council Wing – Early AfternoonThe corridors still rang with the echoes of raised voices. Servants pretended not to listen, but gossip was already running like wildfire. One name repeated more than any other: Luka.Becky shut the chamber doors behind them with more force than necessary. Her composure had not cracked in public, but here—where the walls were bare and the light fell without warmth—her mask thinned.“You should have destroyed that parchment,” she hissed.Luka’s easy smile returned, but his eyes were sharper than usual. “And leave us with nothing to bait her? No. The game required risk.”Her voice dropped to ice. “The council saw your handwriting.”“They saw what she wanted them to see,” Luka replied smoothly. “If Elise truly had all the proof, they would have called for censure already. Instead, they hesitate. That hesitation is ours to use.”Becky turned from him, jaw tight. She wanted to believe him. Needed to. But for the first time since they’d allied, doubt gnawed at