Lahat ng Kabanata ng Moonlit Secrets: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 7

The music had long since faded, swallowed by the velvet hush of dawn. In its place, the mountain wind curled through the silent halls of the Alpha estate, brushing cool fingers over overturned goblets and wilting petals, echoes of the night’s celebration strewn like ghosted memories. Somewhere deeper in the manor, laughter cracked the quiet, distant and fading. A late toast? A drunken cheer? Or maybe just the wind playing tricks. But up here, in the highest chamber where moonlight kissed stone, silence had taken the throne.Aria Hartfield stirred beneath sheets that weren’t hers, too soft, too heavy, too perfumed with a scent that wasn’t her own. Her breath caught.This wasn’t her room.Her eyes snapped open, and for a heartbeat, nothing made sense. Then her heart stumbled, once, twice, and took off in a skittering rhythm.She sat up so fast the sheets whispered against her skin.The moon, lazy and bruised, poured a silver sliver of light across the floor, illuminating slate walls and

The scent of antiseptic and rain greeted Aria long before anyone else did.She stood in the doorway of the Moonrise Medical Wing, the familiar corridor stretching out before her like a memory she couldn’t quite put away. The lighting hummed softly overhead, the polished grey stone underfoot too clean, too still, too much like the life she used to lead.She had walked these halls a thousand times. Always with purpose. Always unnoticed.Now?Still unnoticed. But somehow, everything had changed.No one here knew she had moved in with the Alpha.Not the nurses who gave her passing nods. Not the younger healers who still parted like startled birds at her approach. Certainly not the girl at the front desk who had once laughed when Aria tripped over a supply cart and dropped a tray of vials.Aria said nothing.She just walked.The rhythm returned easily, clipboard in hand, steps even, posture calm. It was easier to blend back into something familiar. Easier to listen to someone else’s heartb

The scent of smoke was the first betrayal.It rose in curling ribbons from the sleek black toaster, graceful in its warning as it drifted toward the ceiling. Against the cold stillness of the marble kitchen, it felt almost theatrical. Aria coughed once and flapped a dish towel toward the alarm sensor, her breath catching in panic.“Stupid, stupid, stupid, ”With a sharp clunk, the toast lever popped up, launching two misshapen rectangles into the air, blackened on one side, half-raw on the other. She stared at them, forehead furrowed, like they were mocking her.Behind her, the kitchen stayed silent.The estate was always too big in the morning. The kind of silence that didn’t feel peaceful, it felt hollow. The refrigerator buzzed in the background like it was whispering secrets. Outside, the sky was still lavender with dawn, the cliffs swallowed in mist, the trees below blurred and blue-grey.She hadn’t meant to wake early. Hadn’t meant to try cooking.But some part of her, a stubbor

The forest was alive with silence.Morning mist hung in the air like breath that refused to fade, swirling low over moss-slick stones and leaves half-decayed. It threaded between the trunks of tall pines, their silver-tipped needles catching slivers of early light in a way that made the path ahead shimmer like something half-remembered.A dream she wasn’t meant to be part of.Aria Hartfield walked alone.She hadn’t told anyone she was leaving. No note. No message for Xander. No footsteps lingering in the kitchen to wait for a conversation that never came.Silence had greeted her again that morning. Stiff. Cold. Familiar.The study door was still locked.Sienna's name still whispered at the edge of her thoughts like a stain she couldn’t scrub clean.So, she walked.Not to run.To breathe.To remember who she was when she wasn’t just a shadow moving silently through someone else’s house.The trail twisted around a shelf of stone, and suddenly, she stepped into light.A small clearing op