Semua Bab Mooncursed: Fated to the Alphas: Bab 71 - Bab 80

The ride back to Silvermoon is fast and brutal.The world blurs into streaks of dark green and silver as Darius races through the forest, his wolf muscles coiled with power, every stride jarring against my body. The wind slaps at my face, sharp and cold, but it barely cuts through the burning heat simmering beneath my skin.Every breath feels heavier. Every brush of his fur against my bare legs is torture and relief all at once.Being pressed against him dulls the ache—barely—but it’s enough to keep me from shattering.By the time the forest thins and the first torches of Silvermoon come into view, night has fallen. My vision is hazy, and I can only make out shapes—rows of houses, the silhouettes of guards, the faint shimmer of moonlight on metal.The border patrol stiffens when Darius bursts through, but the moment they catch his scent, they step aside instantly, bowing low.His wolf doesn’t slow until we reach the center of the compound, where a towering building looms—stone and tim

His groan vibrates against my skin, and when I look down, his mouth closes over me, and the look on his face is so full of lust and pleasure that the heat in my core intensifies.“Rain,” he murmurs in a low baritone. “You taste so fucking incredible. I love this.”Our eyes meet briefly, and the connection sends more delicious thrills through me. I didn’t want our stare to end, but the moment’s intensity is almost too much.Holy hell. Every sensation is heightened. My skin tingles everywhere his tongue caresses me.His scent lingers all over me.My legs involuntarily jolt whenever he utters my name in that deep husky growl and tells me I’m the sweetest damn thing he’s ever tasted.Fuck. Fuck.“Oh, fuuuuuuuck,” I moan in pleasure. Shallow breathing. I have probably forgotten how to properly breathe . I buck as he does something with his tongue I can’t even describe.I tugged on the belt that pinned my hands above my head to the ledge of the bed, desperately to reach down and run my finge

Blood hits the air first.Hot. Metallic. Fresh.Daemon lunges before the first Silvermoon warrior even finishes shifting. He moves like a blade made of muscle and fury, his claws ripping straight through the wolf’s throat. The body drops, twitching once before going still.Another wolf leaps at me from the side.Too slow.I catch him mid-air by the jaw, twist, and feel the satisfying snap as bone gives way. He collapses at my feet, limbs spasming uselessly.Their line breaks.Their screams erupt into chaos.Daemon barrels into a group of three, slamming one into a tree so hard the trunk cracks. Blood sprays across the snow as he rips the spine out of the second. The third tries to run—Daemon drags him back by the leg and tears his head off like it’s nothing more than cloth.I’m barely aware of my own movements.I’m a storm.A living blade.A fury that bares its teeth and does not stop.A wolf lunges at me from behind, jaws snapping. I pivot, grab him by the scruff, and slam him into t

Draven first, eyes black, chest rising like he’s barely restraining himself. Daemon right behind him jaw tight, body trembling. And Darius… his gaze softens the second he sees me, guilt and protectiveness flickering through his features even as his wolf claws beneath his skin. Their scents hit me all at once. Pine. Smoke. Dirt and blood? My vision blurs. A soft whimper slips from my lips. Daemon takes a single step toward me before freezing, fingers curling like he’s physically holding himself back. Draven grips the doorframe so hard the wood cracks. Darius moves forward instinctively, my wolf surges at the sight of him. But it’s too much. All three of them in one room……my mates, my alphas. The bond roars to life, burning hot and wild, pulling at me until tears prick my eyes. “I—can’t—” I whisper, voice shaking. “It hurts.” Daemon swears under his breath. Draven’s wolf growls, a deep rumble shaking the floorboards. Darius steps closer and kneels beside the bed. His

The dining hall is warm and bright, loud with conversation and clattering dishes—until we walk in.Then everything goes silent.Every wolf in the room stiffens.Eyes cut toward us—toward me.Their nostrils flare almost instinctively, sensing the remnants of heat in my scent, sensing the imprint of their Alphas on my skin.But no one says a word.Draven and Daemon walk beside me, tall, imposing, unapologetic.And then I see him.Darius.Sitting at the long oak table, forearms braced on either side of his plate, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the doorway—fixed on me the moment I appear.Heat surges under my skin again, not the chaotic burn from before, but a slow, molten awareness.His gaze slides down my body.Then back up.A muscle ticks in his jaw.Mine, Storm growls in my head, purring like a satisfied cat.All of them are ours.I swallow hard.Across from him sits Mary.Mary, soft gray hair twisted into a knot, warm blue eyes that could cut a man in half with one look.The moment she see