All Chapters of Scarred By The Moon: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Adrian – POVThere’s something calming about talking to Grace. Our conversations are light, sometimes even silly, but they distract me from the chaos in my head. And if I’m being honest, I also use these chats to learn more about Alaina Meyers. I know it’s manipulative, but Grace is my easiest path to understanding the woman who’s slowly consuming my thoughts.I’m already waiting in the library when Grace walks in, her footsteps barely audible over the quiet rustling of pages and the distant ticking of the old grandfather clock. The smell of aged paper fills the air, grounding me in this peaceful bubble where the world can't intrude.Grace is the only one allowed in this bubble.As she enters, I lift my eyes from the book on my lap and smile at her."What kept you?" I ask, pretending it didn’t matter, though I was watching the clock the entire time."I was with Alaina," she says casually, but her words hit harder than they should. My pulse skips, my chest tightens. Just hearing Alaina

Cole’s POVTension had settled over the pack like a dark cloud ever since my father’s departure. His warning echoed in my mind, a constant reminder of the expectations he had left behind. If Alaina wasn’t standing by my side as Luna when he returned, I would face consequences I wasn’t ready to pay.Even as the weight of his words loomed, Grace and I were pushing forward with our own plans, weaving them carefully through the chaos that had become our daily existence. Yet, my focus kept shifting toward Freya.Lately, there was something different about her, something she kept hidden behind forced smiles and empty reassurances. She moved like a shadow through the pack grounds, avoiding questions, avoiding me. That was until I found her in the Royal’s garden, deep in hushed conversation with one of the warriors.The moment she noticed me approaching, the warrior slipped away like smoke, leaving her standing there, startled and pale under the moon

Adrian’s POVNo matter how hard Alaina tries to distance herself, each attempt only deepens the hold she has over me. Her resistance is like fuel to a fire I can’t put out, pushing me to prove that I can break through the walls she’s built, that I can conquer every challenge standing between us.Blaze, my wolf, hates that I’m obsessed with her, arguing that it isn’t worth the risk. But Blaze doesn’t understand the way Alaina Meyers affects me. She isn’t just another conquest. She’s the one woman who makes me feel alive.Today, I noticed her receiving a letter, and for some reason, I couldn’t shake the feeling that it mattered. Normally, I wouldn’t give a second thought to her mail, but this time, it felt personal, urgent, like whatever was written inside was meant to change something.And somehow, I couldn’t help but think it might involve me.I didn’t want to doubt her, didn’t want to let suspicion creep in, but my mind wouldn’t let

Alaina POV“So, it was you...” he breathed, his eyes widening as if the pieces of a long-unsolved puzzle had finally fallen into place.My pulse jumped, a cold prickle racing along my skin. “What are you talking about?” I asked, my voice low, barely steady enough to mask the tightening in my chest.“That girl... the one who managed to catch one of the most dangerous rogues during the Pack Games,” he said, wonder lacing his tone. The words hung between us like heavy fog, pressing down on my lungs.I stared at him, the forest around us blurring for a moment. How did he know that? And why would he care?“Oh—” I started, but the words caught in my throat, swallowed by the rustle of leaves overhead. I glanced around, suddenly painfully aware of how alone we were out here. “I’m supposed to meet someone else right now, so...”“You’re not supposed to be here—” I tried to keep my voice firm.“And you shouldn’t wander alone w

Alaina’s POVI sank into the chair across from him, folding my hands on my lap as I tried to steady the chaos swirling in my mind. Adrian sat slumped at his desk, his fingers gripping the edge like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to reality.“Why are you drinking like this?” I asked softly, my voice hesitant as I searched his face, hoping to find a crack in the fortress of pain he wore so heavily. “I mean, I get it, but this... this isn’t good.”His shoulders tensed, a bitter laugh escaping him as he shook his head. “It’s just...” His voice caught, his eyes glossing with tears that he tried to blink away. “It’s all coming back.”I sat quietly, the air thick with his grief, waiting for him to continue even as my own heart twisted in my chest.“What do you mean?” I whispered, urging him to let the words out before they drowned him.He drew in a ragged breath, tears slipping down his cheeks. “Everything that happened