All Chapters of Bound by the moon: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"I was made for you," I said.And I meant it, with every breath, every trembling bone, every echo of longing that had lived in my body since before I even knew what it meant to be his.I said it in submission, not as surrender to power, but as offering. As devotion. As truth.I wasn’t kneeling for a king.I was offering myself to my Alpha.The one the moon carved from stardust and stormlight just for me.His breath caught,just for a moment, but I felt the shift in him. The way his soul recognized the shape of mine. His hands cradled my face like I was something sacred, something breakable in the best way. Like he’d waited lifetimes to be gentle with something soft.His scent wrapped around me like a cloak,warm, spiced, deeply grounding, and I leaned into it, letting it soak into my skin, into my bones. His lips brushed my temple, then my neck, pausing over the place where my bond mark would bloom.I tilted my head back.Willing. Ready. His.Time didn’t exist in that moment. Only bre

“The room was thick with his scent now. A scent that was supposed to be impossible. Moonlight. And bloodroot. My body howled for him. But my soul… knelt. ‘If you don’t want me,’ I whispered, voice hoarse, ‘I’ll die with the wanting. But I won’t take what you don’t offer.’ I said solemnly. Wanting him to understand that he doesn't have to share his first heat cycle with me. The fact that we marked each other does not necessarily mean we can make love. He turned. Eyes glowing with tears and heat. ‘Then take it. Because I can’t carry this alone anymore. And I can't wait any more’ And that's all the confirmation I needed. I kissed his with much vigor his lips could bruise but as my mate I have to be as gentle as possible because this is both our first time and I don't want to hurt him. I didn’t want to stop. Not with my rut coming so close from my exposure to his pheromone. Also not with the hard on I have, almost tearing through my pants. "What if they hear us" he asked

Woke after hours of going at it like bunnies in heat in the arms of my mate, and for once, the morning felt perfect, soft, sacred, and still. My Alpha lay beside me, truly resting, his face free of the weight he always carried, no tension, no duty, no politics, just peace.Carefully, I slipped out of bed, taking a quiet moment to memorize him: the curve of his jaw, the line of his brow, the way sleep softened his power. I wanted to remember him like this, not as a ruler, but simply as mine.Then the world around me began to change.The forest beyond the window shimmered in new light, its green deeper, richer, alive. The air felt clearer in my lungs, the sounds sharper: I could hear Siora’s chants echoing gently from her shrine, the rhythm of her magic humming like a second heartbeat.It hit me slowly, like a tide rising,My powers had awakened.And the pain from last night, from our mating, gone. Healed.I blinked, startled, just as I heard a voice, low, warm, strange… and yet haunti

Siora reached into the folds of her robe and drew out something small and wrapped her fingers careful as if handling a sleeping thing. When she unwound the leather cord, the crystal inside caught the light and threw it back in soft, trembling shards: pale blue, veins of silver running through it like rivers of moonlight. She held it out toward him, and for a moment the world stilled. The light from the stone pulsed in time with his breath. I watched the way his hand hovered before he took it the reverence of a man who had been taught to expect nothing like this. “This is a Moonstone Heart,” Siora said, and her voice felt like wind across old graves. She laid the crystal in his open palm between us. “One of the last relics of your people. It sings only in the presence of Moon borne blood.” The moment the stone touched his skin, it answered. A note rose from it soft and sorrowful, and it filled the shrine like a lullaby for a world on fire. The crystal’s glow deepened until it seem

My nap was short lived as the healers came in to check on him. They gave me looks that clearly states you're not welcome here while drooling over Thorne. I decided not to call them out after all my mate broke the record for me as far as looks were concerned. Compared to that jerk I used to fawn over Thorne was better and more mature. Not wanting to dwell on annoying thoughts I went to go wash my face.It's been over fourteen hours and he still hasn't woken up. I haven't left his side not even to urinate too worried to do so. What if Ayla's approach doesn't work, what if instead of helping my mate I have hurt him instead, with so many questions in my mind I was beginning to see stars from exhaustion. Ayla has long given up on trying to console me rather she chose to ignore me completely for even doubting her."You look tired you should rest. Your mate will be up soon, however you have some explaining to do.""I haven't done anything wrong what do I have to explain" I asked her as