All Chapters of Mooncursed: Fated to the Alphas: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Days pass, but the castle does not settle. It is pure chaos, and I feel it too. Everybody is expecting something, I don’t know what but I mean we all are. Every morning brings another messenger bearing “news” I dread it every time. Every night ends with raised voices behind closed doors. Maps are spread across tables and re-folded until the creases wear thin. Names are spoken softly now packs that once bowed, territories that once stayed neutral. They are choosing sides, demanding blood, demanding answers. Some even dare to demand blood, like not to brag but who would want to actually go against me and my mates alone. Which is why alliances are being formed. I stand at the edge of the council chamber as another report comes in, arms folded, spine straight. I don’t have it in me to sit anymore. Sitting makes me feel small, like I’m waiting for permission. But I’m done waiting. “The northern ridge packs have mobilized,” the scout says, voice tight. “They’re calling it a r

“I choose all three.”The words land like a strike of lightning.Storm surges not outward, not violent just present, ancient and undeniable.“I choose Draven,” I say, turning slightly. “For his restraint. His loyalty. His willingness to kneel when power tells him to stand.”Draven’s throat works. He doesn’t look away.“I choose Daemon,” I continue, my gaze shifting. “For his fire. His defiance. For loving fiercely even when it terrifies him.”Daemon exhales sharply, something raw breaking through his control.“And I choose Darius,” I finish, meeting his eyes last. “For his strength. For the way he protects without possession. For finding and choosing me even when it costs him.”The bond flares.“And let’s face it…..they are all ridiculously handsome and I am not willing to share.”The crowd erupts, shouts, curses, disbelief but they blur together, distant and unimportant.What matters is the way the bond locks. Growing in my spine like an oak tree.Roots.Storm lifts her head fully no

The first chain snaps. The sound is thunderous. Silver explodes apart, shards embedding into stone. The backlash throws Caius against the far wall. He hits hard, wheezing, terror naked on his face now. Gerald turns to run. I move faster. My foot— paw—whatever it is slams down, crushing the floor where he stood a heartbeat ago. He stumbles, falls, scrambling on hands and knees like prey. “Rain!” he shouts, voice breaking. “Rain, listen to me—!” I don’t know that name anymore. I lunge. The remaining chains tear free with screams of metal and magic dying together. Runes split open along my neck, bleeding light, ancient power flooding out like a dam finally broken. I pin him to the ground with one clawed hand, stone shattering beneath his spine. His eyes are wide, wet, reflecting the monster he helped create. “This is your fault,” I say but my voice is different . Too deep. Layered. Echoing. “You buried the truth. You fed me lies. You handed me to wolves and called it protectio

The door opens. All three of them enter together. Draven first, his presence grounding the room. Daemon follows, they Darius comes last, None of them speak at first. They stop several steps away from the bed. “Hey I call out to them. “I have something to say “Before you conclude Rain, hear us out there’s something you need to know .” Draven starts. I nod “Now is not the time Draven” Darius growls. “No she needs to know the full truth.” I look between three of them confused, “what truth?” “The night your parent’s were killed it was—“ “What he is trying to say is, you were left alone in a cheek world and we want you to know that even if you reject us we will still be here for you.” Daemon cuts in. I eyed them “Okayyy…….” “You asked a question,” Draven says finally, voice low, even. “And we are here to answer it.” The trim feels smaller and I could barely breath, knowing what they are about to say. “Wait.” I shout throwing my hands forward to stop them. “

I let him guide me, my steps slow, unsteady “You know, I heard that sex is usually mind blowing after you have marked your mate, now you can communicate with us what you want without actually talking.” Daemon whispers in my ear. His hand is warm at my wrist, sure, possessive without being forceful. The bed was just within rich and I could feel the heat rising up to my face. “Are you sure you guys are okay with this?” I ask looking at my mates “You are ours and we are yours Rain, not even fate or the goddess herself can separate us now.” Darius says, while cycling me like a predator to prey. His words sends heats straight down to the warmth between my legs. This is happening! It is actually happening! Darius doesn’t touch me yet. He watches, eyes dark, unreadable, like he’s memorizing this moment as if the world might try to steal it later. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, steady. “This isn’t about taking,” he says. “It’s about submitting to what you feel in the m