All Chapters of Moan Of An Alpha Queen: Chapter 51 - Chapter 59

The first rays of dawn sliced through the little shelter where two survivors slept. The rays painted the forest in gold and green. Raya’s eyes fluttered open to a silence deeper than any she’d ever known. She stretched,expecting her hands to hit the irresistible man who saved her from drowning but Humphrey wasn’t beside her. Instead, the shelter was empty,she was alone. Did he leave her so that she could learn her lesson of not slipping out of bed early in the morning without letting him know?.She sat up, pulse racing, the orbit of last night’s prophecy still vivid in her veins. The world felt bigger now, charged with unseen power. She rose, brushing damp strands of hair from her face, and stepped out.***********Raya's POVThe landscape drew my breath away. Mist curled over a meadow of pale blue flowers, each petal flickering with faint radiant pulses. The trees glowed at their tips, and the air hummed like something alive, awaiting a command.I raised my arms to the sky, feeling

He kissed me like his life depended on it, like I was the very air he’d been starved of for far too long. His lips moved against mine with a desperate kind of tenderness, rough at the edges yet careful, as though one slip of control would shatter the fragile world around us.Every brush of his mouth was a plea and a claim, his tongue sliding against mine in a rhythm that stole the strength from my knees. I could feel the tremor in his body, the way his jaw tightened, the way his hand fisted the sheets instead of my hips,as if anchoring himself, as if the only thing keeping him from breaking was the kiss itself. Who knew a kiss felt this hot. He hasn't even touched me and I feel so drowned in pleasure.He poured everything into it,his hunger, his restraint, his silent confession,and in that moment, I believed it, he was breathing me, needing me, surviving me. This is what I have been so stupid to see,to feel. Damn you Raya.A soft whimper slipped from my throat, betraying me, betraying

The dawn light crept through the boughs above their campsite, brushing Humphrey’s resting face with amber. He lay half-awake, muscles relaxed, one arm draped over the silken curve of Raya's side. She smiled softly in sleep, nostrils flaring with his scent.He leaned in, brushing a fingertip across her cheek, tracing the iridescent patterns that still pulsed faintly. “Good morning little siren,hope you dreamt of me,” he whispered.She stirred, opened her eyes to meet his. For a moment, time held its breath. She pinched the bridge of his nose,she couldn't answer with her lips,but the pinching did the talking for her.She felt it,that soft undercurrent of love, warm and dangerous and so deliciously real.He seemed to feel it too, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. She leaned into his touch, hope thrumming in her chest. He pressed a soft kiss on her forehead.********They rose together as the sun spilled gold across the forest floor. He offered her the last roasted root-fruit

He whispered her name again, reverent, desperate, as though it alone could anchor her.“Raya…”Her wet hair clung in silken strands against her glowing skin, every lock shimmering with threads of ocean light. Her eyes,no longer purely wolf but rimmed with iridescent sapphire rings,caught his breath and caged it in his throat. Bioluminescent markings curved along her arms and throat, pulsing in rhythm with her song. The tail, long and scaled in deep obsidian tipped with glimmering teal, arched behind her like a crown born of the sea itself.She swam toward him, her movement both predatory and heartbreakingly fragile. Humphrey trembled, not from fear but from the overwhelming truth of her,his mate, his moon, his siren.Her hand, webbed faintly now with translucent fins, rose hesitantly, brushing over his cheek. The warmth of her palm burned against his skin even though her body carried the coolness of the water. He leaned into it without hesitation, his eyes closing, a ragged exhale bre

The Shadowfang pack was tearing apart.The poison fog pressed in from all sides, a pale and living wall. It wasn’t mist like the morning haze or a drifting storm cloud,it had weight, and hunger. It clung to the fur and armor of those who stood against it, slinking into lungs, sliding beneath skin like an uninvited whisper. The air itself burned to breathe.From the southern edge of the village, Thalira could see houses vanishing,not crumbling to rubble, not burning,but vanishing, swallowed whole into the void. Their shapes blurred, walls trembling like reflections on disturbed water before melting into nothing at all.The cries of the wolves were muffled, strangled by the thick fog, their pain carried on choked howls.But the soldiers fought on.They held the barricades in small, stubborn knots, each group barely able to see the others through the haze. The pounding of paws and the clash of steel were dulled, as though the world had been wrapped in thick cloth. From within the fog’s f