All Chapters of Moonbound Hearts: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Nyx The wind carried the scent of crushed pine needles and coming rain, and I hated how much I still associated it with him. Alpha Kade. His name felt like a thorn in my throat every time I thought it, yet my wolf whimpered for him even now. Every inch of my body remembered the heat that surged the first time I laid eyes on him—and the cold that followed when he looked at me like I was nothing. Like an omega. I hauled a fresh basket of herbs toward the healer’s den, keeping my head bowed, shoulders hunched. It was safer that way—easier to disappear in a pack that never wanted to see me. "Omega," someone sneered behind me. I didn’t turn. The voice belonged to Selene, Kade’s beta’s sister. Her cruelty had a particular edge that only existed in wolves who'd never been underestimated a day in their lives. I didn’t give her the satisfaction of reacting. The word rolled off her tongue like venom, but I had long since learned to keep my silence sharp. If I opened my mouth, I might cr

Nyx I should’ve run. Everything in me screamed to run, to keep going until I collapsed or disappeared. That’s what survival had always looked like: movement, silence, solitude. But I stayed. Because when Caspian said, “I know what it’s like to be alone,” something inside me cracked open just wide enough to let the smallest piece of warmth in. Now, I was curled beside a fire I didn’t build, watching the flames dance between us like they could burn away the silence. He hadn’t touched me. He hadn’t even moved closer. But the bond was there. Faint. New. A hum beneath my skin where it used to be a burn. Not like with Kade—whose rejection had torn something from me. This felt… different. Slower. Gentler. Almost like it was asking for permission. He doesn’t know who you are, my wolf whispered. Neither do I, I answered. Caspian sat with one knee drawn up, forearm resting casually across it, like he was keeping himself anchored to the earth. His eyes glowed faintly amber in the fi

Nyx I should’ve been asleep. But how could I sleep with that pull in my chest tightening by the second? With the memory of his voice still echoing in my head—You make me want again—and the door slamming behind him like it was the only thing holding him together? I sat on the edge of the bed, watching the rain smear the windows in soft streaks of silver. He hadn’t come back inside. Stubborn, growly, emotionally constipated alpha. I grabbed the blanket off the bed, opened the door, and stepped barefoot onto the porch. The moment the cold air hit my skin, I sucked in a breath. There he was—back against the porch railing, rain dripping from his hair, arms crossed like he could fold himself away from the world. He turned slightly at the sound of the door, eyes flicking to me. “Can’t sleep either?” I asked softly. “No,” he said. “Too loud in my head.” I walked toward him without thinking. Not carefully. Not cautiously. Because if he was going to keep pretending like this was

Nyx I woke before the sun. Not with a jolt, but with stillness. A strange, buzzing awareness sat just beneath my skin, humming like a whisper I couldn’t quite hear. My breath came slow. Deep. And yet, every inch of me felt… alive. Like lightning had passed through me and left sparks in its wake. I sat up in bed, heart thudding harder than it should’ve. The room was quiet. Caspian hadn’t come back in during the night—not that I expected him to after what happened on the porch. Gods. The kiss. My hand lifted to my lips without thinking. They still tingled, like his mouth had left some kind of imprint behind. Not just memory—a mark. My cheeks burned as everything came rushing back. The feel of his hands on my waist. The weight of his body. The look in his eyes when he pulled back, wrecked and wanting and full of restraint that made me ache even more. But this wasn’t just about him. Something in me had shifted too. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and pressed my bare f

Caspian---The circle was broken.The forest still hummed with the aftershock of Nyx’s power, vibrating like a plucked string that refused to settle. Even now, hours later, I could feel it in the marrow of my bones. Whatever she’d released out there—it wasn’t dormant anymore.Neither was she.I had carried her back, cradled against me like something precious and volatile, and she hadn’t spoken a word the whole way. She didn’t need to.The girl I found wasn’t the same one I’d kissed in the rain.This Nyx… glowed.Faint, but unmistakable. A thread of light just beneath her skin, like lightning that hadn’t struck yet—but would.I should’ve been afraid.Instead, I was in awe.And if I was being honest?A little terrified.Not of her.Of what she might become.Of what they would do to her if they found out first.---“I know someone,” I said, finally breaking the silence. We sat in the cabin now, her curled up on the worn leather couch, wrapped in a blanket that smelled like cedar and smo