All Chapters of Her Ruthless Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

TheoThe manor was silent, the kind of silence that pressed against the walls like a held breath. I had sent Sofia to rest upstairs, though I doubted she was truly sleeping. The encounter at Moonveil had shaken her more than she let on. It had shaken me, too. Moonborn. The word clung to me like smoke, refusing to leave.In the library, the scent of aged parchment and leather filled the air. My family’s collection of ancient scrolls and tomes sprawled across the long oak table. Some had been collected by my ancestors, others stolen, traded, or salvaged from ruins long forgotten. If there were answers about the Moonborn, they would be here.I lit a lamp, the golden glow spilling across the brittle pages. Shadows clung to the corners of the room, making the tall shelves feel alive, like watchers over secrets too heavy for daylight. The first scroll I opened spoke of lunar blessings—children born beneath rare alignments, marked by the goddess of the moon. Another hinted at a lineage touch

SofiaTheo carried me back inside after the fight, his grip steady despite the cuts still bleeding across his arms. My body shook, not just from the attack but from the strange power that had poured through me. My hands still tingled, faint traces of silver light glowing beneath the skin.He set me gently on the bed. “You need rest.”“I don’t understand,” I whispered, clutching my arms. “That thing… me… what happened?”Theo’s jaw tightened. “You’re safe now. That’s all that matters.”“No.” My voice cracked. “Theo, don’t lie to me. I’m changing. I felt it. What am I becoming?”For a moment, he looked as if he wanted to answer. But then, his eyes softened with regret. “Sleep, Sofia. You’ll feel better in the morning.”He raised his hand, brushing his fingers lightly over my temple. A warmth spread through my head, heavy and irresistible. My eyelids drooped even as I tried to resist.“Don’t—” I murmured, but the word faded as the world dissolved into black.TheoI hated using hypnosis on

SofiaWhen I woke again, sunlight had already crept through the tall windows. For a moment, I lay still, the events of last night fragmented in my memory. My body felt lighter, as if the strange heaviness of the night before had been only a dream. But the warmth beside me was genuine.Theo still slept, his arm resting across me, his face tilted toward mine. His features were softened in sleep, but the exhaustion was plain—the faint shadows beneath his eyes, the way his brow furrowed even in rest. Something stirred inside me, something I couldn't explain. Almost without thinking, I lifted my hand and brushed my fingers along his cheek.His skin was warm, rougher than I expected. The gesture was simple, but it sent a rush of heat to my face. What was I doing? He looked so tired and burdened, yet my heart fluttered as if it had been waiting for this moment.Then his eyes opened.I jerked my hand back as if burned, scrambling upright. "—I-I was just—"Theo blinked, disoriented, then a sma

After leaving the Council’s Den with the Elders’ threat still echoing behind him, Theo carried the weight of his defiance like a storm pressed against his spine. Little did he know that the consequences of that choice had already begun to ripple through the night—reaching Sofia long before either of them could understand the force binding their fates. SofiaSomething tugged at me.Not physically—no hand, no voice, no unmistakable sound—but a pull deep in my chest. A pressure. A whisper beneath my heartbeat. It stirred me awake long before dawn touched the sky. At first, I lay still in Theo’s manor, staring at the ceiling, trying to identify the sensation.My breath came slowly. Even. Yet I

Theo’s warning lingered long after he vanished into the forest, answering the Elders’ summons. His scent clung to the training grounds, warm and electric, and though I tried to steady myself, a strange heaviness pulled at my chest. Something was shifting inside me—something old, something inevitable.But nothing could have prepared me for what waited back at the Montenegro estate. SofiaWhen I stepped inside the manor, the silence felt strange. Not empty—expectant. As if the walls held their breath.I moved through the hallway, still shaken from training, still feeling the ghost of Theo’s hand al