All Chapters of The Alpha Lycans Moonlight Secret: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I didn’t even realize I was still holding my tea until Gran stood up and quietly said, “Wait here.”She disappeared down the hallway.My fingers tightened around the cup. The house was too quiet, as if it knew the air had shifted—that something old was waking up inside its walls. Inside me.Gran came back carrying a large, weathered wooden box. It looked ancient, almost like something from a fairy tale. Its edges were worn, the metal corners tarnished with age. She set it gently on the table and gave me a long, unreadable look.“This,” she said, brushing her hand along the lid, “is your glory box. It belonged to your mother. I’ve kept it hidden all these years, waiting for the right moment.”I leaned forward as she slowly opened it.Inside was a smaller treasure chest—locked, silver and engraved. Gran took out an old key from around her neck and slid it in.Click.The lock gave way, and the lid opened with a soft creak.I stared inside, stunned.There were scrolls tied in ribbon, worn

I turned slowly.Edith stood in the hallway, arms folded, robe cinched tight. Her expression wasn’t furious—but it was sharp, clear.“Respect my home, Damon,” she said quietly, but firmly.I straightened, nodded. “Of course. I would never dishonor her. Or you.”She held my gaze for a long second, then sighed. “She’s fragile. But she’s also strong. Like her mother.”“I know,” I said. “When she messaged me, she was breaking. I just… couldn’t leave her alone in that.”Edith’s expression softened.“She cried herself to sleep,” I added, voice low. “And I held her through it. That’s all.”A moment passed.Then she reached over and switched the light back off.“Good night, Damon.”“Good night, Edith,” I whispered.And then I slipped quietly into the dark.My thoughts were chaos. My body wasn’t much better.I was still half-hard, restless, emotionally strung out, and now carrying the full weight of what Aria’s grandmother had confirmed.She was mine. But more than that—she was fated. Born of

Micah fell into step beside me as I reached the front stairs.His brows furrowed. “That was a black Mercedes, wasn’t it?”I kept my expression neutral. “Good morning to you too.”“Aria,” he pressed, lowering his voice. “Why were you in that car? Who was the guy driving it?”I blinked innocently. “A car is a car, Micah. Some people Uber. I carpool.”He gave me a look that screamed you’re hiding something.“You’re telling me that wasn’t the same car that parked outside our school two weeks ago? The one no one knew? You’re seriously going to pretend that was a carpool?”I started up the steps. “I’m seriously telling you I have a lot to do today, and interrogating me before first bell isn’t on the schedule.”“Since when do you lie to me?” he asked quietly.That one stung.I turned, met his eyes. “I’m not lying. I just can’t talk about this. Not now.”And with that, I walked away.I moved fast down the hall, heart thumping against my ribs, and headed straight for the dean’s office. I neede

The office was quiet again. Too quiet.Aria’s scent still lingered—wild air and fire. It clung to the couch where she’d sat, soft and steady, like her presence had soaked into the fabric of the room. I could still feel the warmth of her skin under my hand. The kiss I left on her cheek still burned against my lips.She had no idea what that one word meant to me.Luna.The title wasn’t ceremonial. It wasn’t just romantic or pack symbolism. It was sacred.And she’d stood there, strong and unsure all at once, and asked to be treated as an equal.She would be. She already was.The moment she was born, she became mine.But I would never take what wasn’t freely given. So for now—I planned. I waited. I watched the clock tick toward her eighteenth birthday like it held my future in its teeth.The meeting earlier with the Elders had been tense. Necessary, but tense.Six of them. All purebloods from old lines. Men who didn’t answer to anyone—except an Alpha stronger than themselves.Which, unfor

Edith moved to the window, looking out at the trees, her voice softer now.“She’ll be eighteen in human years. But Damon… Aria is not just human.”I stood still, watching her closely.“She’s been aging in two timelines,” she said. “Her physical body, shaped by the human calendar. But her soul—her fire—has waited centuries. She carries a legacy so old, it predates most of your pack’s written history. Her shift isn’t just her first—it’s her awakening.”That struck something deep in my chest. Heavier than instinct. Older than longing.“She may look seventeen,” Edith continued, “but the magic inside her is older than both of us combined. That’s why her transition will be unlike anything your wolves have experienced. It will be layered. Ritualistic. Dangerous, if not done right.”I tightened my grip on the pendant she’d given me.“And you’ll go with us?” I asked. “To the Hollow?”She finally turned to face me again.“Of course,” she said. “I’m her tether. Until she finds her balance with y