All Chapters of Star-Crossed Wolves: Silver Moon Rising: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

158 Chapters

"The Web Expands"

POV: Ian GrecoPhase one complete. Now comes the art of orchestration.I leave Otto in the library, still staring at those photos like they're evidence of his fundamental unworthiness rather than expertly crafted lies. He'll sit there for hours, probably, torturing himself with imagined scenarios of Desi and Marcus together. By tonight, his pain will have fermented into something I can use.The campus is beautiful in late October, autumn leaves carpeting the grounds in gold and crimson. Students move between buildings in clusters, their laughter and gossip creating a constant background hum of social currency. Everyone has their place in the hierarchy, everyone knows their role.Except me. I'm everywhere and nowhere, moving between groups with practiced ease.I spot Marcus Chen near the fountain, scrolling through his phone while waiting for his next class. Perfect timing."Marcus, my man." I approach with an easy smile, the kind that puts people at ease. "Got a second?"He looks up,

Last Updated : 2025-10-03

"The Harvest Festival"

POV: Ian GrecoThe Harvest Festival transforms the campus into something almost magical.String lights crisscross between trees, casting warm golden light over decorated tables laden with autumn-themed refreshments. The massive bonfire crackles at the center of the clearing, sending sparks spiraling into the darkening sky. Students and visiting family members mill about in costume or casual fall attire, their laughter and conversation creating the perfect soundtrack for catastrophe.I arrive early, dressed in dark jeans and a charcoal sweater that says "effortlessly put together" without trying too hard. My parents won't be here—they're at some political function in D.C.—which is perfect. No distractions, no need to maintain the dutiful son persona.I position myself near the bonfire, close enough to watch everything unfold but far enough to seem uninvolved. The stage is set. The actors are in place. All that's missing is the opening curtain.Otto arrives at 6:45, fifteen minutes ear

Last Updated : 2025-10-03

"The Evidence"

POV: Otto MoorlandThe photos burned in my pocket like hot coals.I sat through morning classes in a fog, barely hearing Professor Martinez drone on about territorial disputes while my mind replayed Ian's words from last night. The images he'd shown me: Desi laughing with Cassio outside the library, their heads close together. Desi touching his arm at the coffee shop. Desi walking into his dorm building at midnight."She's been playing you," Ian had said, his voice gentle with concern. "I'm sorry, Otto. I thought you should know."My wolf whimpered inside my chest, a wounded animal sound that made me want to curl up and disappear. But underneath the hurt, something darker stirred. Something I'd never felt before.Rage.The bell rang for lunch. I stood on autopilot, gathering my books while other students streamed past. Through the crowd, I spotted Desi's honey-blonde hair, her easy smile as she talked with Helena about some project.She looked so normal. So innocent.Like she wasn't

Last Updated : 2025-10-04

"The Challenge"

POV: Otto MoorlandI made it to the courtyard before the shaking started.My hands trembled as I leaned against the stone wall, trying to breathe through the rage and hurt that threatened to overwhelm me. Behind me, I could hear the Great Hall erupting in whispers and speculation."Did you see his face?""I can't believe Desi would cheat—""Poor Otto. He really thought she loved him."The words stabbed like knives. I pressed my forehead against the cool stone and tried to make sense of what just happened. Part of me wanted to run back inside, apologize, beg Desi to forgive me for the public humiliation.But then I remembered the photos. The evidence Ian had given me. The way Cassio and Desi had looked so comfortable together in each image."Otto." Ian's voice came from behind me. "Are you okay?""Do I look okay?""No." He moved to stand beside me, his presence strangely comforting. "You look like your world just fell apart.""Because it did." I straightened, wiping at my eyes angrily.

Last Updated : 2025-10-04

"Preparation"

POV: Otto MoorlandI skipped afternoon classes and went to the training center instead.The gym was empty this time of day, just me and the heavy bags hanging from reinforced chains. I changed into workout clothes and approached the nearest bag, my hands wrapped in tape.I'd never been a fighter. Combat class was my worst subject. While other students sparred with confidence, I always held back, afraid of hurting someone or getting hurt myself.But standing there in the empty gym, I felt different. Harder.I threw a punch. My knuckles connected with the bag with a satisfying thud that echoed through the space. I hit it again. And again. Each impact sent jolts of pain up my arms, but I didn't stop."You're dropping your left shoulder."I spun around to find Bea Sharpe leaning against the doorway, watching me with those sharp green eyes."Didn't ask for advice," I muttered, turning back to the bag."Yeah, well, you need it." She pushed off the wall and walked closer. "If you go into tha

Last Updated : 2025-10-04

"The Arena"

POV: Otto MoorlandThe training center transformed for the challenge.Chairs ringed the main sparring mat, every seat filled with students who'd come to watch the Omega fight the Beta. I stood in the challenger's corner, wearing training gear and trying not to throw up from nerves.Across the mat, Cassio stretched and warmed up. He looked miserable, his usual easy smile replaced by grim determination.Principal Lear stood at the center of the mat, his expression stern. "This challenge will follow traditional pack law. Combat continues until one fighter yields or can no longer continue. Killing blows are forbidden. Excessive force will result in immediate disqualification."He looked at both of us. "This is your last chance to resolve this peacefully.""No," I said at the same time Cassio said, "Otto, please—""Fighters, take your positions."I walked to the center of the mat. My heart hammered so hard I thought it might crack a rib. Around us, the crowd buzzed with speculation and exc

Last Updated : 2025-10-04

"Innocence Accused"

POV: Desi WhitmoreThe dining hall feels like a tomb after Otto leaves.I stand at the table where he accused me, where he destroyed us in front of everyone, my hands still shaking with adrenaline and grief. Around me, students whisper and stare. Phones are out, recording the aftermath of my public humiliation."Desi." Helena's hand on my arm. "Come on. Let's get you out of here.""He issued a challenge." My voice sounds hollow. "He's going to fight Cassio over lies.""I know." She tugs gently. "But standing here won't change that. Come on."I let her pull me toward the exit, past students who part like I'm contagious. Their eyes follow me with a mixture of pity and judgment. Some clearly believe Otto's accusations. Others just enjoy the drama.Near the door, I spot Ian talking with a group of Betas. He catches my eye and has the audacity to look sympathetic.Something inside me snaps.I change direction, pulling free from Helena to march straight at Ian. He watches me approach with th

Last Updated : 2025-10-05

"The Sister's Fear"

POV: Desi WhitmoreEmilia doesn't respond for two hours.Helena and I spend that time going through every photo Ian has posted publicly, looking for evidence of stalking or manipulation. We find nothing obvious. Ian's too careful for that.When my phone finally buzzes with Emilia's response, my heart jumps: Library. Third floor study room 7. 20 minutes. Come alone."She wants to meet," I tell Helena."Could be a trap. Ian might be using her."The thought occurred to me too. But something in that carefully worded text - the specified location, the request to come alone - suggests Emilia is as scared of her brother as she is of meeting me."I'm going." I stand, grabbing my bag. "If Ian's there, I'll deal with it.""Text me every fifteen minutes. If I don't hear from you, I'm getting Lear." Helena's expression is serious. "I mean it, Desi. Ian's dangerous."I promise to check in, then head across campus to the library. The third floor is quiet, mostly empty study rooms for group project

Last Updated : 2025-10-05

"The First Test"

POV: Ferdinand KingThe forest behind Prospero's cottage looked different at dawn.Mist clung to the ground like something alive, and the trees seemed to watch me with ancient awareness as I followed Miranda's father deeper into territory that felt older than pack law. My wolf was restless beneath my skin, sensing magic in the air that had nothing to do with normal shifter abilities."The first trial is simple," Prospero said without turning around. "Survive."Before I could ask what he meant, the ground beneath my feet erupted.Vines shot up from the soil, thick as my arm and moving with predatory intent. I shifted mid-leap, my wolf form hitting the forest floor as vegetation wrapped around the space I'd just occupied. The transformation burned through my muscles, faster than it had ever been before, driven by pure survival instinct.Run, my wolf urged. Get away from the magic.But running wasn't the point of this test.I circled back toward the vines, using speed and agility to dodg

Last Updated : 2025-10-06

"The Cost of Power"

POV: Ferdinand KingThe vision hit like drowning in fire.Miranda was gone. Not metaphorically, not temporally. Dead, killed by assassins sent by my father to eliminate any threat to his power. I felt her absence like a missing limb, a hole in my chest where something vital used to live.The grief was so overwhelming I collapsed to my knees, retching into the underbrush while my wolf howled with anguish that echoed through the forest. This wasn't real, I knew it wasn't real, but my body didn't care about logic when every instinct screamed that my mate was gone forever."Get up," Prospero's voice cut through the pain. "The trial isn't over.""I can't." The words came out broken, barely human."You can and you will. Because if this were real, Miranda would need you to be stronger than your grief. She would need you to continue the work of making the world safer for others like her."I forced myself to stand, even though every movement felt like tearing open wounds. The vision continued

Last Updated : 2025-10-06

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