Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mooncursed: Fated to the Alphas: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

“I just—” The words stuck in my throat, useless and trembling. What could I even say? That the silence was too heavy? That I didn’t want to be alone with my thoughts, with the ache in my body and the chaos in my chest?“I just don’t want to be alone right now,” I managed, voice barely more than a whisper.He didn’t turn immediately. For a long, unbearable moment, the only sound in the room was the faint rustle of wind against the curtains. Then his hand slipped from the doorknob.When he finally turned, his expression was unreadable again, but his eyes…..gods!, those eyes were softer than before.Without a word, he crossed the room and sat back down in the chair, the same one he’d occupied before. Only this time, he wasn’t hiding in the shadows. The sunlight caught him fully, painting the edges of his jaw and his silver hair in gold.I exhaled, a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.He leaned back, arms folded loosely now, gaze fixed on me. “You shouldn’t ask that of me,” he sai

The next morning, the air around the camp felt heavier charged, like something was brewing beneath the surface.Usually breakfast would be ready but today everywhere looked deserted of females. Maris had gone out early to help with the morning drills, leaving me half-awake and sore beneath the thin sheets. My bruises still pulsed faintly, though the ointment Darius had applied had helped more than I’d expected. I slipped out of bed and washed up quietly. The hallway was strangely quiet for a summit morning , no laughter, no clatter of breakfast dishes, only the low hum of male voices somewhere deeper inside the main lodge. Curiosity tugged at me before sense could stop it. I followed the sound. I moved quietly, my bare feet making no sound against the cold wooden floor. The closer I got, the clearer the voices became until I found myself near the grand hall the doors cracked open just enough for me to see a sliver of what was happening inside. Inside, the grand meeting hall was

The words cracked across the field like a whip.Colin froze, his hand instantly falling away. My head snapped toward the sound, Darius. His tone was calm, but the look in his eyes made the air around us turn colder.Colin stepped back at once, his voice low. “Alpha….I was just—”“If you want to keep your fucking fingers Colin, let her fucking go,” Darius repeated, sharper this time.Silence stretched. No one dared to move. Even Draven’s expression had gone still, unreadable.I frowned, brushing dust from my hands. “What the hell is your problem?”Darius turned that glare on me, dark and blistering. “My problem,” he said slowly, “is that I told you to see the healer, not prance around here playing soldier while men put their hands on you.”The words stung, sharper than they should’ve. My pulse spiked, a mix of embarrassment and anger flooding through me.“I wasn’t prancing,” I shot back. “And no one was putting their hands on me. It’s called training, in case you’ve forgotten.”“Traini

I didn’t see Draven for the rest of the morning. Not that I was looking for him, at least, that’s what I kept telling myself as I paced around my room, still hearing his words echo in my head. Before I forget why I’m supposed to stay away from you. The nerve of him. Acting like I was the problem, like I was some temptation he had to fight off instead of a person with thoughts and choices of her own. My pulse still stung with the memory of it, his nearness, his restraint, the crack in his voice that didn’t sound like the Draven everyone feared. By the time I stepped out into the hall, the house had gone quiet. Most of the warriors were probably out training; the women were busy with their endless routines. I just needed air, space to think without walls pressing in. I turned down a corridor I hadn’t explored before, passing a row of tall windows draped in sheer linen. The sunlight bled softly through, turning the dust in the air into tiny motes of gold. It was almost peaceful, unti

It was well past midnight when I finally moved. The mansion had gone still no footsteps, no voices, not even the sound of doors creaking. Just the low hum of the wind pushing against the windows. I’d been lying awake for hours, staring at the ceiling, replaying every sound, every look, every touch from earlier. Daemon’s hands. Darius’s fist. My own voice, breaking with need and shame. I wanted to crawl out of my own skin. The moonlight cut through the window, thin and cold, spilling over the room. I sat up, my throat dry, heart pounding. This place had become a trap one I had willingly walked into without realizing. I couldn’t stay here, not another day. I moved quietly, pulling on my cloak and boots. Every sound felt too loud the soft scrape of fabric, the wooden floor groaning beneath my feet. I reached for the small satchel near the chair and stuffed in whatever I could find: a half loaf of bread, a small knife, a water flask. My fingers trembled as I tied the strap. The ha