All Chapters of Moan Of An Alpha Queen: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I didn’t know when my fingers wrapped around the handle of the whip.Perhaps it was the silence that filled the courtyard after the prisoner’s screams had faded into weak sobs, or the burning need for answers clawing at my insides like wildfire. Maybe it was the memory of his howl in the night—low, guttural, and haunting—that pulled me toward the edge of my restraint.My claws retracted with a soft hiss as I exhaled through my nose.I turned to Riven, my beta. His cold gaze was fixed on the whip in my hand, unreadable but piercing, like he could feel the tug of hesitation storming in me. I didn’t need to speak; I only gave him a nod. A command.He hesitated, his dark brows furrowing just slightly, his jaw tight. But finally, with a slow step back, he bowed. “As you command, My Queen.”Still, his gaze lingered on me as if asking silently—Why the sudden fear? Why the hesitation?I didn’t even have an answer.When his footsteps finally disappeared into the wind, I turned back to the only

I ignored what I saw as I grunted and turned sharply, storming across the dungeon chamber. My heart was still thrumming in a rhythm that didn’t feel like mine. The air smelled of blood, metal, and the undeniable scent of him. My hand curled into a fist. I needed to breathe. I needed to forget.But I couldn't.Instead, I reached for the small black pouch I always carried. Salt. A reminder of pain. Of purification. Of consequence. I dipped my fingers into the coarse grains, each crystal like a grain of war history, and turned toward him slowly, my boots echoing across the stone floor.He watched me in silence, chest heaving, sweat glistening down his battered torso. The whip marks along his back were raw and open—each one like a cursed mark I had placed there myself. Because I had. And each one felt heavier than the last."Turn around," I said, my voice rougher than I intended.His brow arched with slow amusement, but he did as I commanded, his chains rattling with the movement. His bod

The silence in the underground war chamber was deceptive—like the calm that whispered before a fatal storm.Vael stood in the center, his sharp features lit by the flickering golden flames of the sconces. He was motionless, but the very air around him trembled. Power wrapped around him like a second skin—dark, ancient, untamed. His shoulders broad, chest bare beneath the open folds of his tunic, and his black trousers soaked with sweat from a brutal training session that had done nothing to ease his tension.His jaw tightened as he stared down at the bloodstained map before him, a map that held every route to the Queen's territory.Raya.He spat her name like venom.She had him.Humphrey.Captured. Humiliated. Shackled.Vael's fist slammed into the table, cracking the thick oak surface. The guards at the far end of the chamber stiffened but didn’t dare approach. They knew better. When Vael was like this, his anger was not for the faint-hearted—it was lethal.He paced now, his presence

Raya didn’t breathe.She couldn’t.Not when he was standing this close. Not when her back was still half turned to the window and Riven—her Beta, her second, her storm—was standing behind her like a wall of heat and guilt and longing.She had just asked the most dangerous question."Do you care?"And his answer shattered the floor beneath her. “I ache for you…And that terrifies me more than losing her ever did.”Her chest rose and fell, a war within her ribcage.She blinked… then froze as she felt it—His hand… pressed against the window frame beside her.Then the other.Caging her in.Not rough. Not demanding.But decisive.Like his presence itself was a lock, and she… was his captive.For a heartbeat, she thought of stepping away.Of turning around and walking out.But her body betrayed her.She stayed.Frozen, trembling, unsure.Small.And yet… she had never felt more seen.She finally turned her head and after a few seconds—she turned back to him and found his eyes already on he

Raya's POV.My knees buckled before I could understand what was happening.The world tilted. My heart raced. No—it pounded like war drums echoing in a silent battlefield. My throat burned as if swallowing fire, my chest aching like it had been carved open by invisible claws.Nyxara.My wolf.She was shifting inside me, her howl a deafening scream that split through my mind like thunder. I had never heard her so loud, so desperate, so... drawn.To him.To the rogue.To Humphrey.I fell hard. The cold stone floor scraped against my skin, but I barely felt it. What I felt was him. A pull so raw, so intimate, I couldn’t tell if it was blood or desire that surged in my veins. My vision blurred as heat bloomed inside me, a fire that scorched through bone and sinew, straight into my soul."Raya!"A strong pair of arms caught me. Thalira, ever alert, ever loyal, was beside me in a heartbeat. Her hands gripped my arms tightly, her gaze flicking to my face in panic. “You’re burning up—what the