All Chapters of BOUNDED BY MOONLIGHT : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The throne room felt different tonight. Maybe it was the stillness—the kind that clung to her skin like damp cloth—or maybe it was the weight in her chest that refused to lift. The great hall was vast, every corner swallowed by shadows, and Elora’s boots echoed hollowly across the cold stone floor with each step she took. The silence wasn’t peaceful; it pressed on her like a heavy hand, reminding her that even within walls of power, she was still a prisoner of her own thoughts.Outside the tall arched windows, the blood moon hung low, swollen and red like a festering wound. Its light spilled across the room in jagged streaks, painting the walls a cruel scarlet. The glow touched her silver hair, making each strand glint like cold steel. She raised a hand and pressed her palm to the glass, watching her breath fog against it, distorting the faint outline of her reflection.It wasn’t her reflection she feared. It was the ripple. The faint flicker in the glass—like a stone tossed into stil

The forest was restless that night. Leaves whispered secrets to the wind, branches creaked like bones shifting under unseen weight, and far in the distance, a lone wolf howled—not in triumph or warning, but in mourning and pain . Joel moved silently through the shadows, his movements as fluid as smoke. The dagger at his side pulsed faintly with runes that glimmered like captive starlight, matching the flicker in his golden eyes.He’d stayed too long. He knew it. But every step he took away from the courtyard felt like betrayal.Betrayal of her,elora.“She’s still there,” he muttered to himself, jaw clenched as his boots sank into damp quick sand. “I saw it in her eyes. She knows something’s wrong.”The Watcher’s voice curled out of the darkness like fog, soft and cutting. “What you saw was doubt. Nothing more.”Joel didn’t answer. He wouldn’t give them the satisfaction they have been longing for.“Your obsession will ruin you, Alpha,” the Watcher continued. “You’re still clinging to a

The air was suffocating.Power clashed in invisible waves, pressing against the walls, rattling the glass panes until hairline cracks spidered across them. The flames in the lanterns shuddered wildly, throwing long, distorted shadows across the stone chamber. Elora’s lungs felt too tight, her breaths shallow and uneven. The mark on her chest—it was burning now, hotter than fire, hot enough that she swore it seared through her nightdress like a brand carved into her very soul.Joel’s golden eyes blazed brighter than the moon outside, a molten fire that seemed alive, answering the call of her pain. His claws extended, catching the dim light as he stepped protectively in front of her. His voice was low, sharp with urgency, but laced with a tenderness only she could hear.“Stay behind me,” he growled, his stance wide and unyielding.“Elora, don’t listen to him.”Kerric’s voice cut through the charged air like a whip, smooth and cold but trembling with restrained fury. He strode into the r

The wind howled through the crumbling forest ruins, its cry weaving between the broken arches of stone and hollow trees. Each gust carried leaves spiraling upward like fragments of memory—shards of something once whole, now scattered beyond repair.Elora’s chest heaved. Her breaths came in shallow, ragged gasps as she stood barefoot in the damp earth, her body trembling with exhaustion and disbelief. Her eyes were locked on the dagger still trembling in Joel’s blood-streaked hand, the steel slick with his own blood where he’d shielded her earlier.But it wasn’t the wound that made her knees weaken.It was his eyes.Golden and unyielding, they held her with a weight that cut deeper than any blade. They looked at her like he had always known. Like he had been waiting for this very moment.“You remember, don’t you?” Joel asked quietly. His voice was hoarse, the words rasping like stones dragged across each other. Yet beneath the grit was something fragile. Hope. Fear.Elora clutched her

The forest had always been a place of whispers—trees murmuring secrets to one another, the wind carrying fragments of voices too faint to understand. But tonight, the whispers weren’t background noise. They were louder, deliberate, curling into Elora’s ears as though the forest itself had chosen to speak to her.Her boots sank into the damp earth as she trailed after Joel, the faint beam of his lantern slicing through the mist ahead. They hadn’t spoken much since leaving the cabin; their silence was not the comfortable kind. It was heavy, thick with truths left unspoken, pressing against Elora’s chest like stones.“Stay close,” Joel murmured over his shoulder. His voice carried an edge—half caution, half urgency.Elora’s eyes flicked to the shadows that moved just beyond the circle of their light. The air here felt wrong. Charged. Metallic, like the aftertaste of blood. Every sound was amplified—the snap of a twig, the hush of leaves, the distant howl of something that wasn’t entirely