All Chapters of whispers beneath the moon: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The silence after his words was brutal, thrumming through my skin like a living thing. *This is your punishment, Angel.* My body still quaked from it, nerves wired tight, every inch of me screaming for his touch even as he denied it.Alex didn’t move at first. He let me squirm in the space he created, his gaze fixed on me with that infuriating calm, knowing exactly what his restraint did to me. My thighs pressed together on instinct, trying to ease the ache, but the small shift didn’t escape him.His lips curved into something dark. “Don’t you dare.” His voice dropped to a husky growl. “If you squeeze those thighs together again, I’ll drag you back against that wall and make sure you can’t walk into your ceremony. Do you understand me?”Heat flared across my cheeks. My tongue darted out to wet my lips, but I couldn’t form words. He stepped closer, deliberately slow, until the heat of his body hovered just inches from mine. His scent enveloped me, wild and dangerous, making my knees we

The punishment I gave her still lingered on my tongue like ash. It had been necessary—at least that’s what I told myself. She had withheld something from me, something I deserved to know. And yet the moment I’d stepped away, the weight of it pressed on my chest like a boulder. The look in her eyes—the hurt she tried to hide—followed me into the hall like a ghost.The music, the applause, the clink of glasses—all of it blurred into noise. I wore the Alpha’s face because I had to, spine straight, mouth set, hands steady. Inside, my wolf paced and snarled, demanding I turn around and pull her into my arms, end this before it curdled. Pride held me in place. Pride, and the fear that if I touched her right now, I wouldn’t stop.I felt her before I saw her.The bond tugged—sharp, insistent—like a hand closing around my heart. Heat slid across the back of my neck, and I knew she was in the room. I refused to turn at first. Petty, stubborn, trying to master the storm inside me. Her steps drew

⚠️ **Content Warning: Attempted SA, torture, graphic violence** ⚠️It’s been two days. How do I know? The stupid clock. The broad-shouldered man left after his goddamn speech two days ago, and I haven’t seen him since.I can tell you I’ve been under such tight supervision I haven’t even been able to come up with an escape plan. Still in my beautiful dress—or at least, what’s left of it. Oh, how I wish I wasn’t. The way some of the people who come in here look at me makes me feel dirty without them even touching me. Their eyes strip me down further than any knife could. Each time the door creaks open, my stomach knots, my heart lurches. I hate that I flinch before I even see who it is. I hate that my body knows before my brain does what kind of men they are.I was tortured—or at least, that’s what they call it. Stabbed. Whipped. Slapped again and again. Every moment I’ve spent tied to this chair makes me want to kill every single one of them. And the way some of them smile while they d

Alex POVIt’s been days. Days since I’ve seen my angel. Since I’ve hugged my angel. Since I’ve smelled my angel. My wolf hasn’t been at rest—not even for a moment—since she’s been gone. I sat there staring at the bottles of wine discarded around the room, empties scattered like broken promises, and God, I wished we never had that fight. If I could turn back time, I’d hold her instead of letting my temper flare. I’d never yell at her again. I’d never let her walk away. I just want my angel back. If she came back to me, I’d never get mad again. I swear it.The door creaked open and Liam stepped inside.“Any info?” I asked immediately, my voice sharper than I meant, but I couldn’t help it.“No… not yet. The CCTV footage blanked out from the moment she was kidnapped. And the guards—” Liam hesitated, guilt flashing in his eyes. “They were drugged throughout.”I clenched my fist so tight I heard the bones crack. Rage rolled through me like fire. “Fire them. I don’t have use for slackers as

Alex was still asleep on my chest, his breath warm against my skin, his arm heavy and protective around me. For a second, I thought about staying like that forever—safe in the cocoon of him—but my bladder burned, and I felt sticky from yesterday’s sweat and tears. Carefully, I tried to wriggle away. That’s when his eyes snapped open.Before I could even inhale, my wrists were trapped in one hand above my head, his weight pressing me into the mattress. He looked wild—hair ruffled, eyes red and haunted from lack of sleep, but his voice, when it came, was husky and low. “Where are you going, Angel?”The sound of it sent shivers down my spine. I bit my lip, suddenly shy under his stare. “Bathroom,” I whispered. “I didn’t want to wake you.”The guilt in his gaze nearly broke me. He always carried it, shouldering blame that wasn’t his. My chest hurt. “Alex,” I teased softly, trying to lighten the air, “unless you want me to wet the bed, maybe let me go?” I gave him a playful smile, but his