All Chapters of MOONBOUND: RECLAIMING MY ALPHA MATE AND POWER : Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

CASTIEL RESIDENCE, ARVENDALE....That night in Arvendale the rain tapped softly against the tall windows of the Castiel estate, threading down the glass like tears from the sky. The air inside the grand hall was still, heavy with memories and longing. The scent of damp stone and burning firewood lingered like a ghost.Duke Castiel stood unmoving by the hearth, the fire’s soft crackling offering little comfort. Shadows danced along the stone walls behind him as if echoing the unrest in his heart. His broad shoulders were tense beneath his cloak, his jaw set, blue eyes focused on the glowing embers like they held answers he couldn’t reach.Behind him, Duchess Lilith sat curled on the long velvet settee. Her fingers gently traced the edge of the photo album on her lap, the one retrieved from Mr. Fisher’s house a few weeks ago. Her eyes were glassy, haunted. Haunted by the longing of wanting to hold her daughter.“She had this bracelet even back then,” she whispered, tracing the photo of

MORNING IN COLD VALLEY TOWN.....The bustling market buzzed with voices, the clanging of pots, and the aroma of spices hanging thick in the summer air. Kira walked through the crowd, scanning each corner until she spotted Sara, who stood near a fruit stall haggling with the vendor. “Sara!” Kira called, weaving her way toward her friend. Sara turned, surprised. “Kira? What are you doing here this early?” Kira didn’t waste time. She grabbed Sara by the wrist and pulled her a few steps away from the crowd. Her expression was sharp, her eyes brimming with urgency.“Woah! Slow down, what's the matter?” Sara asked as she was being pulled by Kira. “He came to my room last night,” Kira said in a hushed tone. Sara blinked. “He! Who are you talking about here?” “Kai.” Sara stared at her as if trying to compute what she had

Kevin awoke to the soft rustle of wind and the distant call of gulls. For a moment, he lay still, his mind fogged from the remnants of last night. Then the scent of salt drifted through the open window, and he slowly sat up, running a hand through his messy hair.He swung his legs off the bed, his gaze drawn toward the large window that overlooked the back of Mariel and Harold’s home. Down below, past the neat rows of wildflowers and the cobblestone path, Alison stood near the cliff’s edge where the garden met the sea. Her silver hair shimmered in the morning light, moving with the breeze as she stared out at the endless blue.Kevin lingered at the window for a moment, watching her. There was something steady about the way she stood, but also something fragile—like a ship that had weathered a storm but still carried the cracks.“I promise you Alison, I won't rest until I help you and Damian meet again and ruin Betha and her plans” Kevin vowedWith a sigh, he got up, got cleaned up, dr

The Royal Academy of Arvendale rose like a palace of learning, its sprawling stone wings connected by archways draped in ivy. Golden banners bearing the kingdom’s crest rippled from the high towers, and the morning sun washed the marble walls in warm light. The academy was not just a place of education—it was a proving ground for the future leaders, defenders, and power brokers of the realm.Layla and Larson’s car rolled into the main courtyard, joining a steady stream of finely dressed students who disembarked from their own carriages, each bearing the crests of noble houses or wealthy merchant families. Laughter and chatter filled the air, though it quieted near the grand front steps where a pair of royal guards stood watch.Layla stepped down first, the hem of her ivory dress brushing the polished cobblestones, her short black travota boots clicking softly beneath her. Larson hopped down after her, tugging at the sleeve of his crisp blue shirt as he scanned the crowd.“Well,” he mu

When the bell rang, the students began to pack their things. Layla cast a quick glance at Damian, her heart pounding with every second. Larson caught her eyes and gave the faintest nod before moving to intercept Betha, who was already half rising from her seat because she didn't spot Damian. Last time she saw him was with the girl, the girl she didn't know why made her blood boil.“Lady Betha,” Larson said smoothly, blocking her path, “you forgot this.” He held out a parchment, his grin infuriatingly casual.Betha frowned. “That’s not mine.”“Isn’t it? My mistake then,” Larson said, deliberately taking his time to fold it back. His tone was just slow enough to stall her as Layla and Damian slipped out of the room.Outside, the sun was warm, the air crisp. Layla led Damian beneath the shade of an old oak tree where a stone bench rested, hidden from the main path. She turned, facing him, her palms clammy and her heart thundering.“All right,” Damian said, folding his arms. “What is it y