All Chapters of An Alpha Bound By The Moon: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The morning sun rose in brilliant ribbons over Moonstone Keep, gilding its ancient walls in a light that felt like blessing. Aurora stood on the high balcony, breathing in sea air touched with salt and hearth smoke. Below, the courtyard was a swirl of activity warriors from both Midnight and Tāwhirimātea moved in measured drills, their movements synchronized after weeks of shared training.Nathan joined her, dressed in a crisp linen shirt and charcoal trousers. “Ready for today?” he asked, a half grin on his lips.Aurora exhaled, nerves rattling through her. “Ready, yes. Confident? That’s another question.”He rested a hand on the stone railing, gaze steady. “You did everything right, Aurora. We built trust. Today just seals it.”Down in the courtyard, banners bearing the marks of both packs rippled in the morning breeze. Manaia and Kiri stood flanked by their elders, their presence as steady as the carved pillars behind them. Aroha approached, offering a

Aurora rose before dawn, drawn to the peaceful hush that blanketed the pack lands. She stood on the veranda, the scent of damp earth and fresh gum leaves stirring memories of her own childhood. Malcolm slept soundly inside, warm and safe, a small bundle of dreams.Jason emerged, wrapping his arms around her from behind. “Couldn’t sleep?”She leaned back into his warmth. “Too much to think about. Today’s the first proper clinic day in the new annex, and...I don’t know. I’m nervous.”He kissed her cheek softly. “You’re the Luna. They believe in you. I believe in you.”Aurora smiled but doubt still tugged at the edge of her mind. The healer’s annex was her vision a place where no mother or pup would face danger alone, where knowledge could be shared, and where compassion could stand side by side with traditional strength.After breakfast, she carried Malcolm on her hip down to the

Morning light spilled through the windows, bathing the house in soft gold. Aurora stretched, feeling the warmth of Jason still beside her, their quiet home settling into the rhythm of another day. But this wasn’t just any day. Today, they would begin preparing Malcolm’s new room a step that felt both exciting and bittersweet.She padded into the kitchen, finding Jason already at the bench, stirring porridge on the stove. Malcolm babbled happily in his highchair, clapping his hands when he spotted his mother.Jason grinned over his shoulder. “Our boy’s ready for the big move, hey?”Aurora smiled, ruffling Malcolm’s soft hair. “He’s growing too fast.”After breakfast, they set to work. The spare room at the end of the hall had been a catch-all for spare linens, old books, and boxes of things they hadn’t sorted since before Malcolm was born. Now, with the windows flung wide and the breeze carrying t

The day of the welcome feast arrived with a clear sky and a cold breeze that cut through the pack lands, carrying the scent of gum trees and smoke from early morning fires. Banners bearing the Moon Swept crest snapped in the wind, joined now by the blue pennants of the Midnight Pack and the muted ochre banners of the Western Australia delegation.Jason stood near the council hall’s entrance, adjusting the collar of his ceremonial jacket, eyes scanning the crowd. His gaze settled on Aurora, who looked every bit the Luna in her simple but elegant wrap dress, her red hair caught up in a single braid.She caught his eye and smiled, though a hint of nerves flickered behind her calm expression.“They’re nearly here,” Nathan announced, walking up from the courtyard. “Midnight Pack first. WA not far behind.”Jason nodded. “Let’s greet them.”The Midnight convoy arrived to a chorus of cheers. Manaia step

The battered troop carrier rattled down the moonlit highway, the hum of tires on cracked bitumen a steady undercurrent to Jericho’s brooding silence. In the back, his warriors shifted restlessly, their boots tapping on the metal floor.The Moon Swept Pack was a memory still too bright behind Jericho’s eyes, too cheerful, too comfortable. The children with their games, the shining market stalls, the smiling humans who wandered freely among the wolves.It made his skin crawl.They’re fat on peace, he thought with disgust. Peace will gut them.Rafe, his lean second in command, broke the hush.“Alpha,” he ventured, “permission to speak?”Jericho barely moved. “Speak.”“I saw some of their young,” Rafe began carefully.“They moved with confidence. They showed discipline. Maybe they’re not as soft as ”Jericho’s head snapped around, a gla