All Chapters of whispers beneath the moon: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Xadden is going undercover today—I overheard from Alex. The words had been echoing in my head all morning, clinging like damp air. I’m worried, so here I am back in the soldiers’ quarters that I haven’t been to in a pretty long time, the smell of steel, sweat, oil and dust hitting me as soon as I step in, here to see my friend if he still sees me as one.“Well, you’re glowing,” I heard a voice from the back, teasing but warm, rolling over the noise of the training ground. I smiled before I even turned. He was leaning against a post, arms crossed, smirking with that same cocky edge, a faint sheen of sweat on his brow from drills. Yup, he still gets on my nerves.“Well, you don’t look bad yourself,” I chuckled, taking in the faint shadow of stubble on his jaw, the scuffs on his boots, the way he looked like he belonged here, like nothing could touch him. We stood there for a few long seconds, eyes meeting, the noise of soldiers shouting and clanking weapons fading into the background, b

We weren’t in a corner anymore—we were near the castle balcony. It wasn’t directly in a place where people could see us unless they squinted, unless they were close… but I didn’t care. We probably ended up here because we couldn’t wait anymore to get to the bed.I gasped, clinging to the railing, my body trembling. “F-fuckkk—”“Where is your head at, Angel?” Alex’s voice was low, rough, his chest pressed flush against my back. “We’re still not done with your punishment.” He plunged another finger inside me, curling it cruelly until my legs shook.“Hmm—Alex, we’re on a balcony. What if someone sees us?” I tried to sound scandalized, but the truth was… the thought of him bending me over the edge and fucking me senseless out here made me delirious.“Now you care that we’re outside?” His laugh was dark, sinful, his breath fanning hot against my ear. “Baby, you strutted around all day with that cute little ass teasing me. What were you thinking then?”I turned my head enough to glimpse him

It’s been three days since I’ve seen Alex after our sweet moment in the tub, and I’m not kidding—it’s been hell. We’ve both been so busy we haven’t had a moment together. Marissa has tried talking to me in those past three days, and I did not give that bitch a speck of attention. Zara has surprisingly been absent since that moment too, and I don’t know if she was angry or disappointed, but I didn’t care. I did what I did, and I’ll probably do it again. Alex has been busy and so was I. It’s shitty that we haven’t been able to be together, but we both have responsibilities to fulfill. Ronan has been really quiet, too. Freya would soon be releasing them, because no—as much as I want it to be Shadowmoor—there was nothing relating them to my kidnapping. Keeping them with us at this point just seems like a waste of time. God, I hate this shit. We haven’t heard from Xadden either, which is terrible and is also making me worried. I really pray he’s not dead. Now would be the right t

You don’t want to know how disappointed I felt when Liam called me two days after our last conversation to tell me he hadn’t found any useful information regarding Zara’s case or my kidnapping. The weight of it hit me like a blow to the chest. All that waiting, all that hoping—and for what? Nothing. It was maddening. Apart from the fact that I no longer had a lead, I probably sounded and looked like a deranged woman obsessed with her man’s ex. But something told me Liam didn’t see me that way. Even though we both knew there was no lead, I could tell he was still turning it over in his head—or at least I hoped he was. Still, something about his tone, the way his eyes flickered, screamed that he was hiding something from me. And that’s what I’m going all the way to Alex’s office to find out now. Zara hasn’t messed with me since our last encounter, but my gut tells me her silence isn’t peace—it’s plotting. Call it intuition, instinct, or just the ache in my bones, but I know she ha

Alex was gone. Okay, the way I said that made it sound like he died—but he didn’t. Let’s take a chill pill. After our cute little make-out the last time, I told Alex about my conversation with Liam and apologized for keeping it from him. My heart was beating fast as I confessed, expecting him to shout at me or something. But surprisingly, he wasn’t angry—and that made me feel bad. Why did I let myself get so caught up in my head and not tell him sooner? He was mad that I told Liam first though, and I had to do a whole lot of kissing and pampering before he calmed down. He told me everything calmly, and he may or may not have flipped when I said I wanted to follow him. The argument stretched for a whole hour before Freya talked sense into me, reminding me how useless I’d be if I followed him. As much as it hurt when she said that, it was the truth. I couldn’t fight. I barely escaped from my kidnappers—if not for the help I got from those women, I wouldn’t even be here. Hone