All Chapters of Alpha’s Undoing:Marked but Moonless: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Hunter’s patience had worn thin. The morning sun had climbed high into the sky, bathing the courtyard in a harsh, unflinching light, and still she had not appeared. Every tick of the hour seemed to echo through the empty hallways, a reminder of the defiance he had come to expect, and yet, her absence pulled at something darker inside him.It was not just mere irritation. No, it was a tightening, a cold knot that threaded through his chest. He moved with deliberate precision, his leather boots clicking sharply against the floor of the hall, each step a declaration of his authority as he rounded the corner toward the courtyard.Tori appeared then, as if materializing from the shadows, her steps hesitant and uncertain. She paused at the edge of the courtyard, her hands slightly trembling at her sides.“She refuses to come,” Tori said, voice tight, strained. There was awe there, yes, but also a sign of unease that betrayed the tension between them. “I asked her to follow, but she didn’t

Zara realized this kind of punishment was going to be different. His presence wasn’t merely commanding; it was magnetic, pulling her toward a boundary she didn’t want to cross yet couldn’t bring herself to resist.Hunter’s gaze swept over her again, as if cataloging every scratch, bruise, and ripple of tension across her body. He was now just a breath away, and she could feel the heat from him radiate across her skin. The corner of his mouth curved into a faint, almost predatory smile, and Zara’s stomach knotted. He leaned in, close enough that she could smell the faint, woodsy scent of him, and she shivered despite herself. “You think you understand me,” he murmured, his voice low, grating just enough to make her pulse spike. “But you’ve only scratched the surface.”Before she could reply, he stepped around her, his hand brushing lightly against her shoulder, trailing down her arm with the faintest pressure, not enough to hurt, but enough to make her shiver. Zara swallowed, her

The next night arrived with the same cold clarity, the moon climbing high and silvering the abandoned outpost where Zara and Ma Erene had trained before. The air was sharp, crisp, and carried the faint scent of frost, mixed with the earthy tang of the surrounding forest. Zara tightened the straps on her boots, feeling the dull ache in her muscles from the previous session, but letting it fuel her determination instead of slowing her. Tonight, she would push harder, reach deeper, and confront the power that had stirred within her. Her thoughts flickered briefly to Hunter, to the tension that still clung to her chest from their last encounter, but she shoved it aside. Here, she trained not for him, not for the pack, not for anyone else, only for herself.Ma Erene waited near the center of the clearing, her posture as rigid and deliberate as ever. Her old eyes were sharp, catching the faint gleam of moonlight as she assessed Zara’s approach. No words were exchanged; none were needed. Th

The hallways of the Moonsun stronghold seemed quieter than usual, the usual hum of activity muted under the weight of a single, dangerous thought that Hunter had found out. Every whisper that had traveled through the pack, every report from a warrior who had witnessed Zara’s defiance, had reached him. The door to his chamber stood closed, the polished chamber gleaming under the sun, yet the air around it was somehow different. A few warriors passing by lowered their gazes instinctively, sensing the storm that would spill out from behind those walls.Zara felt the summons as a weight in her chest, a tightening that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with the tension she had learned to recognize in Hunter’s presence. Her legs carried her swiftly but silently, her hands brushing against the walls for balance, heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and dread. When she arrived, she found the chamber empty, except for Hunter Reed, who was sitting in the high-backed ch

Zara’s hands were trembling, not from fear, but from anticipation, the pulse of power thrumming beneath her skin. Her mind raced, recalling Ma Erene’s instructions, the sequences of motion, the subtle cues of balance and leverage. Every step, every breath counted. This was no longer practice; this was a test, and Zan Lylen, the rogue Alpha who had appeared like a shadow just this morning, was the challenge she could no longer ignore.Zara left and went to change, she didn't leave her room all day. She didn't go for training either, and she silently prayed that Ma Erene should understand. It was night now, she arranged the stone bed even when it wasn't something to arrange, and lay down… Zara silently prayed to the moon goddess to have a nice sleep.Just as the night came, it was gone, replaced by the morning light. She went to the laundry room to pick up her usual tools so she could begin the usual daily work but the Servant's Master told her that she would be cleaning the warrior'