Semua Bab Moan Of An Alpha Queen: Bab 41 - Bab 50

The air was silent.A soft wind blew against the golden sands, carrying the scent of wild roses and ocean mist. The sky above was endless, a shimmering cascade of swirling constellations,more alive than any sky they had ever known. Time itself seemed to hum beneath the stars. It felt like they were in a Barbie world.Humphrey landed first.Hard.Flat on his back, with a heavy grunt, sand puffing up around him in a golden cloud.A split second later, Raya fell right on top of him.Her body landed across his chest, knocking the breath from his lungs.Her hair spilled down like waves of midnight silk, tangling in his face. Her knees pressed into his sides, her hands against the warm sand as she groaned.Raya’s eyes fluttered open, disoriented. “Ugh…” she muttered, blinking against the brightness. “What the hell…?”She lifted her head,and froze.Humphrey’s face was directly beneath hers, his expression caught between shock and amusement.She remembered that one time when they were in this

The air around them seemed to breathe again. The tension between them loosened,but it didn’t disappear. It only simmered beneath the surface, like fire tucked into coals.He glanced up toward the sky.The colors above were deepening. The glowing constellations were shifting into twilight tones, and the once-warm breeze was turning cooler, edged with whispers.“Nightfall’s coming,” he said quietly.Raya folded her arms, her face unreadable. “So?”He raised an eyebrow. “So, unless you want to freeze to death under starfire winds, we need to find shelter. This realm might be beautiful—but it’s still dangerous.”She rolled her eyes, sighed dramatically, then waved him forward. “Lead the way, oh wise one.”“Weren't you the one fed fairy tales about this place by mom?. Let's see if you paid attention,lead the way, sweetheart.”She smirked but said nothing. The two of them began walking again, deeper into the heart of the celestial forest, side by side but not quite together.They walked in

*Humphrey And Raya*Raya didn’t say anything.The primal wilderness around them stretched in every direction,wild and ancient, a realm alive with strange winds and unblinking eyes. The forest hummed with power that felt too sentient. Like it knew they didn’t belong. Like it was watching.He stood up to his feet and he surveyed the clearing, lips pressed in a hard line, jaw ticking.“We’ll need what to sleep on,the rocks are too hard,” he muttered.Raya didn’t answer immediately. Her fingers brushed over the moss-covered bark of a nearby tree, feeling how the damp earth vibrated beneath her boots.A low thrum curled in her stomach. The bond.He was too close again. Always too close.“Any brilliant wolf ideas?” she said, finally.He shot her a glance. “Don’t start with me, sweetheart.”She glared.“Don’t call me that.”“We both know you're a sweetheart,especially to me.”She didn’t answer. He stalked off into the trees to gather branches and some moss.Raya let out a slow breath, closi

The moment the world stopped trembling, silence swept between them like fog after a storm. The ripples in the river eased. The trees calmed. And the air around them thickened,not just with magic, but with something heavier. Something wordless.Raya stood motionless, her breath still ragged, her dress clinging to her soaked skin. Humphrey’s chest rose and fell like he’d just fought off a mountain. His golden eyes were on her, unwavering, like he didn’t trust the world to hold her properly anymore.She lowered her gaze first.The glow on her skin had begun to fade, but a soft shimmer still lingered at the edges of her markings, pulsing faintly,like her very bones remembered the scream. Her fingers trembled as she zipped her dress back up with a shaky breath, the fabric clinging stubbornly around her thighs. She wasn’t thinking about how close he’d gotten, or the way her voice had moved him.She was thinking about the way he’d winced earlier. “You’re hurt,” she said softly, stepping to

*Back to Thalira and Kollen*Thalira returned,her bow strapped across her back, elegant and lethal. Dark cherrywood with silver inlays, worn from years of use. She stood near the long stone window slit, hip cocked, arms folded,watching Kollen from the shadows.Her hair, still damp from water, clung to the slope of her neck. The tight black half-corset and split-leather battle skirt she wore were unapologetically functional, but they clung in all the right places. She wasn’t trying to tempt.But gods, was she tempting.Kollen had been pacing. The fire beside him crackled, casting bronze light across his face. He had one hand clenched around the hilt of a dagger and the other tangled in his hair as he spoke. "It’s his blood," he muttered. "Or his howl. That’s what cleared the poison the last time,when he healed the elder’s wound in the southern marsh."Thalira tilted her head, studying him. The rise and fall of his chest. The line between his brows when he tried not to sound scared. He