All Chapters of whispers beneath the moon: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The castle doors opened to a rush of warm night air — scented with cedar smoke, firelight, and something sweet I couldn’t quite name.Music thrummed in the distance like a pulse. Low, sensual, magnetic. Like the whole world had leaned in to listen.And Nightfang?Nightfang glowed.I froze on the steps, my breath catching in my throat as the valley spread out before me, bathed in a thousand flickering lights. There were string lanterns hung from towering pines, fire pits crackling along cobblestone paths, and soft-glowing orbs that floated lazily through the air like enchanted fireflies. The streets were lined with sleek black cars and chrome bikes, some humming faintly with hidden power, others parked like they’d roared in from a dream.People moved in groups — laughing, dancing, glowing with the kind of easy confidence that felt like sunlight on skin. They were beautiful. Brazen. Shimmering with tattoos and moonlit skin and clothes so tight and tiny, they could barely qualify as outf

The road stretched ahead like a vein through the heart of the valley, shadowed by the mountains and haloed in twilight. The engine hummed low beneath them, a dark purr of motion as Freya drove. Alex sat in the passenger seat, one elbow propped against the window, his knuckles resting against his mouth.They’d been back from Redwood for barely a day, and already his mood was like a storm cloud pressed into a suit. The meeting with the other Alphas had gone as expected—useless posturing, veiled threats, nothing concrete. Just another circus where no one wanted to admit the world was shifting beneath their feet."You're awfully quiet for someone who just dodged an all-out war," Freya said lightly, one hand on the wheel, the other draped over her thigh.Alex didn’t answer immediately. His eyes stayed fixed on the blur of trees and lights outside."Because I didn’t dodge anything," he muttered. "I postponed it. Ronan’s still a smug little bastard, and his beta’s even worse. Ashmoon’s not go

The music kept pulsing. Lights kept spinning. People kept laughing and dancing.But Penelope didn’t move.The world around her blurred into streaks of neon and shadows, but her eyes stayed locked on the figure half-hidden behind the trees.Alex Moretti.He was just standing there. Still. So still.Like she’d hit him in the chest with something heavy. Like he’d seen a ghost.Or a sin he wanted to commit.Penelope couldn’t breathe. Her heart thudded violently in her chest—no, not her heart. The bond. It coiled tight in her gut, wrapped itself around her ribs like ivy, dragging her toward him.She couldn’t move.Couldn’t look away.He looked like sin draped in shadow, like every inch of control she thought she had was about to shatter.And then—he turned.In a blink, he was gone. Vanishing into the woods like he was being chased by hell itself.Still, she stood there. Frozen.Her hands trembled. Her vision tilted.“Penny?” Chloe’s voice cut through the fog, sharp and distant. “Hey—hey! B

“I hate him.”Bitch, stop lying, Cherry snapped.“Okay, maybe I don’t. But right now? I do. And honestly, I don’t know why the Moon Goddess is playing games with my life.”My voice echoed inside my mind like a confession I didn’t want to admit out loud. The first mate I was given? Trash. A complete disappointment who saw more potential in my so-called best friend than in me.Bless their union, Cherry said dryly.“Yeah. Bless them. I hope she has the most underwhelming sex life in the history of wolves.”Bitch. Cherry laughed, not even trying to hide her amusement.“And my second-chance mate? He wants me, I know he does, but he won't act on it. Why? It’s obvious he felt it too—even if I spent years denying it. The party confirmed everything. And yesterday? Yesterday was undeniable.”Okay, maybe calling him a coward had been a little harsh.But God, I was pissed.“You know what? Fuck men.”I was walking back to my room when I saw Chloe and Daisy standing near my door.“There you are!” C

The cold water pounded against my back, but it didn’t do a damn thing to extinguish the fire still raging inside me.I braced both hands against the slick tile, my head bowed, jaw tight, breath coming in uneven bursts. The dream hadn’t just gotten to me—it had wrecked me. I could still hear her voice, raw and breathless, crying my name like it was the only word she knew. I could still feel the weight of her on my lap, the heat of her thighs around my face, her chocolate skin flushed and dewy with sweat. Fuck."You’re losing it," I muttered, slamming my palm against the tile.You already lost it, Damon taunted, smug as hell. Moaning her name in your sleep. Grinding your hips like a horny pup. You need help, man.“Shut up,” I hissed. But I couldn’t lie—not to him, and definitely not to myself. I was spiraling. And all because of her.Penelope.i was in her bed. Her scent was still on my skin. That sweet, sinful mix of vanilla and something I couldn’t name but would know in any damn room