Lahat ng Kabanata ng An Alpha Bound By The Moon: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

 The tang of salt and sea air wrapped around them as the ferry pulled into port, carrying Jason, Aurora, and their son Malcolm across the final stretch of water to New Zealand. The land of Aurora’s birth rose ahead, green hills soft against the sky, dotted with dark, tangled forests. It felt at once familiar and foreign, as if Aurora had been away for centuries rather than just a year.She clutched Malcolm closer, breathing in the baby's sweet scent of his hair, while Jason stood beside her, one protective arm wrapped around her shoulders. His Arctic blue eyes scanned the docks, catching every subtle movement, the warrior in him never fully resting.“Home,” Aurora whispered, half to herself, half to her son.Jason looked down at her with a quiet smile. “You ready?”She nodded, though a ripple of nerves twisted in her stomach. “I think so.”They disembarked to the calls of seagulls and the rhyth

 The days that followed Rawiri’s visit were uneasy. The once celebratory feel of Jason and Aurora’s arrival had evaporated, leaving behind an anxious hush that weighed on every conversation.Aurora kept Malcolm close, unwilling to let her son out of her sight, while Jason continued working with her father to strengthen the Midnight Pack’s patrols and reinforce border defenses.At night, Aurora lay awake, listening to Jason breathe beside her, haunted by Rawiri’s words. The vow he demanded had felt like a leash, and her refusal still echoed in the village.On the fifth night after the Kaweka Pack’s visit, the danger finally struck.Jason had been exhausted from a day of working with the border warriors and fell into a deep sleep beside Aurora and Malcolm. The night was quiet, moonlight pouring through the window, the lull of crickets in the distance.Aurora, half dozing, jolted awake to a sudden shift in th

 Jason woke with a metallic tang on his tongue and the searing bite of silver shackles burning into his wrists. His head throbbed with a heavy, poisonous fog, the aftereffects of wolfsbane making his wolf sluggish and his mind dull. As his vision steadied, he took in the dim stone chamber around him. Water dripped somewhere, echoing against rough walls darkened by damp.He tried to shift, to call on Jack, but the silver shackles sent shockwaves of agony through every nerve. He gritted his teeth, sweat breaking across his brow. The chains rattled, biting deeper, until he was forced to still himself and breathe shallowly.Footsteps approached, measured, and confident. The scent hit him first, pine, iron, and something sour that set his hackles on edge. Rawiri stepped into view, flanked by two of his warriors. The Kaweka Alpha looked every inch the predator, his grin sharp and cruel.“Good morning, Alpha,” Rawiri sneered. “Or shall I

The morning air was cool and sharp as Aurora stood on the rise overlooking the Midnight Pack’s central meeting grounds. Banners from every pack in New Zealand rippled in the breeze, vibrant greens, reds, and deep blues, each symbol etched with wolf marks of old alliances.Jason stood at her side, dressed in clean, simple ceremonial clothes. His wounds were healing, but she could still see the faint scars of the silver, a brutal reminder of what had been risked and what had been saved.“Ready?” she asked softly, touching his hand.He squeezed her fingers. “With you, always.”Below them, a sea of wolves had gathered. Betas, elders, warriors, younglings, all drawn by the stories of what had happened, of how Aurora, daughter of the Midnight Pack, had forced an Alpha to kneel and broken silver with a thought. There was awe in their eyes, but also fear.Aurora felt that fear like a needle under her skin. Sam stirred inside h

Nathan caught Jason alone near the front steps. “Jase,” he said, voice quiet, “what really happened over there?”Jason hesitated, guilt flashing behind his eyes. He could still feel the bite of silver, still taste the fear of what Aurora had unleashed to save him. How could he explain that?He swallowed hard. “It was… handled,” he answered carefully. “Aurora handled it.”Nathan’s gaze lingered, suspicious but loyal. “If you ever want to talk ”“I know,” Jason cut in, forcing a small smile. “Thanks, brother.”That night, after the noise died down and the pack had returned to their homes, Jason and Aurora sat together in their own living room. The house felt peaceful, safe, with the quiet hush of a sleeping child in the next room.Jason’s shoulders slumped as he stared into the fire. “I should tell him,” he said finally. “Na