All Chapters of Moan Of An Alpha Queen: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The walls were trembling, or maybe that was just me.Every step I took down the spiral staircase felt heavier, hotter.Nyxara pacing under my skin, her growl no longer contained. Humphrey’s scream still echoed in my head like a living thing. It hadn’t just been pain. It had been torment—raw, jagged, soul-deep torment.And I felt it.We felt it.“If they’ve hurt him again…” Nyxara snarled, “I will rip this kingdom apart.”The scent hit me before I reached the cell. Jasmine laced with blood and something burnt—magic dust. As I stormed past the final bend of the corridor, the guards tried to stop me. One opened his mouth to speak… “Get out of my way,” I growled, and my eyes flickered silver-black.They backed off instantly.I kicked the cell door open,just as another scream tore from Humphrey’s lips.My gaze locked on him,his body straining against the chains, smoke rising from his chest, veins lit up with an eerie silver glow. And standing over him, tilting the last of the glittering gr

The cave was darker now.Maybe it was my vision—or maybe the walls themselves were drawing in around me. I didn’t know. All I could feel was the heavy rise and fall of Humphrey’s chest beneath my fingers. The heat radiating from him had turned unnatural. It wasn’t the warmth of life. It was something volatile, something scorched. The skin beneath my palm was burnt, blistered in strange patterns that pulsed like marks made by sound.Sound I had made.My hands trembled, stained with ash, blood, and a fear I couldn’t name. I knelt beside him, studying the angry red lines across his chest. They pulsed faintly, almost like veins—but they weren’t. They shimmered slightly under the dim cave light, like the echo of something still humming deep inside his body.Then a soft gasp escaped my lips when I saw Moonroot mist on his chest and face…I could feel the burning sensation. That must have triggered his wolf side to that state. That witch must have done it!But why? What ties does she have wit

The silence between us wasn’t heavy, it was pulsing.His arms were still wrapped around me. The water hugged our bodies too closely. His breath was just barely brushing my cheek when I whispered, “I need to pour water on your head.”The words barely made it past my lips. I was flushed, half-laughing, trying to distract myself from the fire running through my veins. It was a stupid thing to say. Light. Silly. But I needed air,and not just the kind that filled my lungs.He chuckled. A low, deep sound that vibrated against my chest and down to the core of me.His grip on my waist didn’t loosen.Instead, he said nothing.Just dipped his head toward mine, his mouth brushing my ear as he whispered, “I’ve got a better idea.”And before I could even blink, he dove.With me still in his arms.My gasp turned into a rush of bubbles as we went under together, his strong body coiling and pulling us into the warmth like it belonged to him.He held me there.Five seconds. Maybe more. Enough for my h

Raya’s POV.The silence between us pulsed with everything left unsaid.I sat in his lap, the vial of healing oil in my hand, still warm from where I’d held it. His skin,scarred and burned,rose and fell beneath me. My fingers hovered just above it, afraid to press too hard, to hurt him, or maybe... afraid of what I’d feel.“Hold still,” I murmured.“I can’t move,” he said, a low chuckle rumbling through his chest. “You chained me, remember?”I didn’t respond.Mostly because I liked the way that sounded.With slow care, I poured a single drop onto his chest. The oil glistened as it slid over the burned skin. I touched it gently, guiding it across the curve of his ribs, the dip between his collarbones, the mark near his heart.He inhaled sharply.“Sorry,” I whispered, even though I wasn’t sure if it was the pain that made him react—or the way I was touching him. Silly me!!He didn’t answer. He watched me, eyes heavy-lidded, following the path of my fingers like each stroke was a sentence

The forest was darker here.The silence was unnatural,no owls, no rustle of wind. Just the thud of running feet and the ragged breath of the girl fleeing through the undergrowth.Blood soaked her side, warm and wet. Her vision blurred.She barely registered the clearing ahead until her knees gave out.She fell.A gasp escaped her lips as her body struck the cold moss. Her hands scrabbled against the earth, but there was nothing left. Her energy was gone.She was bleeding out.She would die here.Unless—A shadow moved.Then, the trees bent to it. The clearing held its breath.He appeared.A massive wolf,twice the size of any mortal beast,emerged from the woods like the mountain had birthed him. His fur was pitch black, streaked with veins of silver that pulsed faintly under moonlight. Golden eyes locked on her, intelligent and burning.Vael.The Wolf Lord.She barely had time to whisper his name before she collapsed fully.But he was already shifting.In the blink of an eye, the wolf