All Chapters of SAVING ALPHA THORNE: THE MOONBOUND PACT: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter Eleven: Dinner With Monsters

Ian’s POV The dining hall of DuskHowl Dominion was carved from ice and arrogance. Marble pillars speared the vaulted ceiling, veins of silver threading through them like luxury bleeding. Crystal chandeliers dangled like threats, their glinting teardrops watching in cold judgment. And I sat beneath them. Wrapped in a navy tunic Kaelric had handpicked, I felt like a doll trussed up for auction. The fabric hugged too tightly. Like a costume for a role I didn’t choose. The banquet table stretched on forever, drowning in golden plates stacked with fruits, meats, and wines that tasted like secrets. Kaelric lounged at the head like a king too bored to rule. Lazhara and an unsmiling woman were fanned like royalty, while Shabari sat stiff, his fingers dancing over his fork like he was dissecting something dead. “What is your name?” the woman in silver gown beside Lazhara said, her voice a blade. "Ian." I mumbled. "Ian..." She repeated, her expression clearly screaming - ‘what kind o

Last Updated : 2025-05-16

Chapter Twelve: First Talk With His Wolf

Ian's POV Kaelric led me into a chamber lit by fireglass. Opulent, yes - but cold. A tomb dressed in silk. “This is where you’ll be staying, small wolf,” he said, dragging a hand down my back. I flinched. His grin deepened. When he grabbed my ass, I slapped him. Hard. “Don’t touch me!” He barely blinked. “You don’t get it, do you?” “What?” I spat. He stepped closer. Heat radiated from him like a furnace. I backed up. He didn’t let me go - he just gripped my arms tighter. “I am the soon-to-be king of DuskHowl Dominion Pack,” he growled. “I take what I want. And I want you.” Then he kissed me. It wasn’t tender. It wasn’t even real. It was a claim. I jerked back, heart pounding. “You bastard.” Kaelric only laughed. “Careful. Others would lose their throats for less. But you... you’re the prince’s property. An exception.” “I’m not anyone’s property!” He leaned in, voice dropping to a dark promise. “Soon, I’ll mark you. And when I do, I'll fuck you deep, the only

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Chapter Thirteen: Teaching Her A Bitter Lesson

Ian’s POV I shot upright on the bed. Lazhara again? What did she want this time? Pluck my eyebrows with silver tweezers? Maybe ask me to lick her boots clean? I rolled my eyes so hard they almost fell out of my skull. The door creaked open, but before I could even turn my head, something slammed into me like a comet. Ashval. He launched into my body so fast my spine rattled. I grunted, grabbing my chest. The force knocked the breath out of me, but then… stillness. A powerful kind of stillness. It was like he’d never left. Like he’d always been inside me. “I’m back,” he said in my head. My breath hitched, heart racing - not from fear. From fire. "Sorry for not giving you a heads-up." he apologized. "it's fine.” I mindlinked him back. She walked in, her golden dress trailing behind her like sunlight twisted into silk. Princess Lazhara, in all her entitled, glittering glory. Her maids flanked behind her like obedient ducklings, but she waved them off with a flick of he

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Chapter Fourteen: The Moonwell Hall

Ian's POV The morning came too quickly. The light of it was cold - purple and cruel - and when the heavy door groaned open, I was still seated by the small fire they allowed to burn in the hearth, staring into its belly like it could offer an escape. Kaelric entered, his cloak snapping like a banner behind him. For a moment, I thought it was someone else. His eyes were darker than usual, his jaw set like carved rock. "You assaulted Lazhara?" he said, his tone more like an accusation than a question. I didn't answer. My spine stiffened. He walked until he stood before me and then, without warning, grabbed my neck. Not hard enough to crush, but enough that I felt his claim. His breath ghosted over my cheek, and his voice dipped into something primal. "Listen well, small wolf," he growled, and my body locked under the weight of his alpha command. "You are mine. Not even death can take you away from me. You're not leaving my side till forever. You’ll plead guilty. And you will

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Chapter Fifteen: The Scent Of Rose And War

Ian’s POV Kiva followed me back from the audience chamber, quiet as ever, though I could feel her gaze tracing the curve of my spine. Once inside, she moved around the chamber with brisk purpose, tending to the basin like a woman trying to wring the thoughts from her fingers. I was barefoot. Dehydrated. My tunic clung to my chest - not just from the sweat the scorching purple sun poured through the glass panes, but from the tension coiled in me like wire since Ryker and Maro’s summons. Lazhara. That bitch was in my head. She was just like Brenda - conniving, competitive, cruel. Poison in a prettier bottle. Her final words from the Moonwell Hall rang in my ears. "Can't wait to see what other abilities you've been hiding.” The word had slithered from her lips like a curse meant to brand me. My jaw locked tight. “Bitch.” A low growl tore out of me before I could stop it. She’d played me. She’d wanted me to strike back. Came looking for it, in fact. And I gave her

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Chapter Sixteen: To Bleed Before MoonRise

Ian's POV A tremor ran through me, but I buried it deep, my eyes still scanning the room. Selene... she was lurking around. The hour draws near. The moment she promised - the moment I would be given the tool to save him - is almost here. Fear coiled tight in my chest, tangled with something sharper: curiosity. What will she say when she comes? What form will she take this time? And when the rose is in my hands… what will I become? My heart hammered, echoing the wild, unspoken questions unraveling inside me. Across the room, Kiva scribbled furiously into her book again, her brows drawn tight. I swallowed the lump rising in my throat. She wasn't perceiving the scent. I was the only one. For a moment, I had forgotten that I'm the one for this mission. Not Kiva. Not anybody else. Just me. I shouldn't tell her. She raised her book for me to see. [I fear something stalks you, Master.] Her green eyes were wide with concern - genuine, vulnerable. “You shou

Last Updated : 2025-05-24

Chapter Seventeen: The Bell Before The Storm

Ian's POV Night fell like ash on water – soft, but suffocating. The sky was bruised in purples and dying gold. It bled through the high window slits of my chamber, casting elongated shadows that crept across the stone walls. And the air carried a hush, like the castle itself held its breath. My chamber was dimly lit by a few oil lamps, their flames flickering low as if wary of what loomed ahead. Kiva knelt near my feet, carefully massaging my calves with oils that smelled faintly of lavender and crushed pine needles. Her touch was gentle, practiced. I watched her slender fingers work, massaging slow, deliberate circles into my arches, the glint of candlelight dancing off her ink-stained nails. Her quill and parchment sat beside her, ever within reach. Her hand movements were gentle, reverent, as though she feared I might crack under pressure - because truth be told, I already had. "Kiva," I murmured. She looked up, eyes full of quiet curiosity. "What do you think of tomorro

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Chapter Eighteen: The Voice Below

Ian's POV I lay still on the bed, the air thick with the taste of iron on my tongue. The blood from my split lip still burned, but it was the bells that held my mind prisoner. The shrill clanging echoed like a war drum in the back of my skull, each ring sharper than the last. But even stranger than the bells, was the silence underneath them. Deep, gnawing. Like the world itself had paused, waiting. I wasn’t just hearing them. I was feeling them, inside my chest. They rattled my bones, buzzed in my blood. My heart thudded against my ribcage like it was trying to tear free. I needed to know. I needed to see what was happening. But then there was Kaelric. “Screw him!” The thought burned through my mind like fire. I’m not going to stay here, waiting like some dumb rabbit because he ordered me to. Not when something is happening out there. I’m going out there to see things for myself. My mind thought of them, Ryker and Maro, and my heart stopped. Shit! Those dunderhead alphas w

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Chapter Nineteen: The Gate That Should Not Open

Ian's POV Every footfall I took echoed not just ahead, but behind me. Twice over. As if the air itself was imitating me, mocking my presence with phantom steps. Something was following. I could feel it. No matter how many times I twisted around, eyes scanning the shadows, nothing was there. I hadn’t gone far when something hit my nostrils and I froze. Their scents! All three of them! Jasmine. Honey. And beneath it, something rancid and smoky. Burnt myrrh. My breath ceased. Luna Vashti’s incense. The signature stench of deceit, of cold temples and colder secrets. Then came the too-sweet, suffocating perfume - Shabari. That cloying, heady scent that always made me want to throw up. Fading, flickering, like his presence often did. And last - Kaelric. His scent was unmistakable: crushed lilac and cold iron. Winter steel and brittle calm. All three of them. Their essence thickened the air like fog. They’d been down here. Or... They were already here. It started slowly at first.

Last Updated : 2025-06-15

Chapter Twenty: A Jar That Bled Memory

Ashval's POV My vision twisted. And the world unraveled into green fire. Blinding. Liquid. Divine. The air thickened, and every stone in the chamber bled with eldritch colors, swirling like a cursed kaleidoscope. I looked through his eyes. Moved with his limbs. But it wasn't Ian breathing anymore. It was me. Ashval. It wasn’t planned. Never intentional. I didn’t mean to shove him inward, to crawl into the light. But something called me. Pulled me. A force ancient and irresistible. The jar. It had awakened something deep inside this shared vessel - me. Not Ian. Not the boy. But Ashval, the soul-born echo that nestled in his bones. It thrummed. A whisper from the bones of the earth. From deep within Ian’s gut. A cry ancient and sharp. It gripped me. Dragged me. My boots echoed softly as I advanced, each step stolen from the gods. I had no scroll, no rite that told me this was possible - a spirit wolf being beckoned by an object. I stepped forward slowly, eyes locked on

Last Updated : 2025-06-16

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