Semua Bab Mooncursed: Fated to the Alphas: Bab 61 - Bab 70

I almost laughed, almost. Then the dizziness hit me again, and I sank to my knees, my breath shaky.Storm’s voice softened a little, like she could feel it too. “Hey. Look to your left. There’s a river about fifty steps from here follow the moonlight.”Automatically, I turned. Through the trees, silver light shimmered over moving water. I stumbled toward it, my bare feet brushing through fallen leaves.The moment I reached the bank, I fell to my knees and plunged my hands into the cold stream. The water clouded red instantly, swirling away into nothing.“Holy hell,” I whispered, staring at the reflection trembling in the ripples. My eyes—my eyes—flashed crimson for a heartbeat before fading back to normal.“Ooh, nice touch,” Storm said, sounding far too pleased. “Bit dramatic, but I like the flair. You’ve got that ‘mysterious deadly she-wolf’ thing going.”I let out a strangled laugh. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”“Hey, I’ve been stuck in your head for years watching you trip o

The clatter of plates and soft hum of chatter filled the dining hall, the scent of roasted meat and freshly baked bread heavy in the air. I tried to focus on chewing, pretending not to notice the sharp glances from Liana and Selene across the table. Maris was in the middle of saying something about one of the visiting alphas when everything in the room seemed to… shift. The air grew heavier. Thicker. Then they walked in. Draven first tall, cold, effortlessly commanding. His dark coat brushed his boots as he moved, power radiating off him in quiet, restrained waves. Daemon followed close behind, his usual lazy smirk tempered by something sharper this morning eyes scanning the room like he could sense danger hiding behind every goblet of wine. And then Darius. His presence hit me last, softer but no less consuming, like warmth and wildfire rolled into one. Three brothers. Three different kinds of danger. And every single head turned when they entered. My breath caught before I co

I pushed through the library doors, the cold stone corridor swallowing the sound of my boots as they struck the floor. My pulse was still wild, my breath coming hard—half anger, half ache. Storm’s laughter echoed in my mind like bells in a storm, bright and unbothered.“You handled that beautifully, she teased. If you’d slapped one of them for good measure, I might’ve thrown a party in your honor.”“I don’t need a party,” I muttered under my breath. “I need air.The dining hall was now empty but you could still hear voices of the women, some laughing and gossiping while others sang.Morning air bit cold and clean against my face as I stepped outside, I didn’t stop walking until the castle walls faded into the edge of the eastern training grounds. The field was half-alive with movement warriors circling, the sound of fists on leather, swords clashing, the low rumble of commands.I needed to hit something. Anything.Storm hummed lazily in my head, “You’re vibrating like a bottle ready t

Liana’s POV The scent of sweat and dirt still clung to the air long after the morning session had ended. I could still hear the sound of it—Rain’s fists slamming into the mat, the crowd’s shocked gasps when she’d sent Selene sprawling like a rag doll. Pathetic. I crossed the courtyard, my heels sinking slightly into the damp earth. The sun was low, streaking gold over the broken training ground, but the air felt colder than it should. Selene sat on the stone ledge, rubbing her wrist with a scowl, her pride more bruised than her skin. “You’re telling me she beat you?” I asked, unable to keep the disbelief or the disgustout of my voice. Her glare snapped up to me, sharp as a blade. “Don’t look at me like that. She’s not the same, Liana. Something’s… off. She’s your sister you should know that.” I let out a short, humorless laugh. “Step sister, not sister, besides what do you mean Off? The only thing off is your balance. You let a wolfless brat get the better of you.” Her j

Darius’s wolf moves like the wind through the trees, fur light as the moon, eyes blazing red. The night whips past us in streaks of silver and green. My fingers curl into his mane, the air burning in my lungs as his power thrums beneath me. I can still hear Draven and Daemon behind us—two furious roars tearing through the forest—but Darius is faster. He’s wild tonight, almost unhinged, driven by something I don’t understand and yet feel too deeply. “Darius—stop,” I whisper, but my voice breaks, weak from the pull clawing inside me. Every breath I take makes me dizzy, and the heat… it’s unbearable. He leaps over the creek, landing hard. The scent of pine and moss surrounds us, but even that can’t drown out my own. It’s everywhere—sharp, sweet, intoxicating, and I feel his wolf shudder under me at the smell. Draven’s men appear ahead, as we neared the border, stepping out of the trees, but the second Darius snarls, baring his teeth, saliva glinting in the moonlight, they freeze. One