All Chapters of Moonbound to Power : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SAMANTHA’S POV The wind howled past the windows as the car tore through the forest road, thick pine trees whipping by like silent sentinels watching me leave everything behind. I didn’t look back. Not at the Crescent Moon Pack. Not at the life that had chewed me up and spat me out. Not even at Elias, whose cold expression had followed me to the car but whose eyes had—just for a second—held something like regret. It didn’t matter anymore. Because I’d left. With him.Gabriel Vermont . He hadn’t spoken since we started driving. His hands rested calmly on the wheel, but the air around him crackled with quiet power. Every breath he took, every glance he made through the windshield, screamed Alpha. Not just by title. In the bone-deep way he commanded a room… or a person. I sat curled in the passenger seat, wrapped in the oversized jacket he’d tossed over my shoulders before we left the Hall. It smelled of pine and musk and something faintly metallic—like storm clouds before they bro

Gabriel stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of his home office, looking towards the Blood Moon warriors train in the courtyard below. The clang of steel and the crack of fists echoed faintly through the thick glass, but none of it reached him. His gaze wasn’t on the sparring soldiers. It was on the girl walking the perimeter of the packhouse garden—delicate, small in her navy blouse and black slacks, hair tied back, a folder tucked beneath her arm. Samantha. He clenched his jaw. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. “She needs more protection,” he muttered. Behind him, Caspian leaned against the polished wall, arms folded. “You’ve doubled her guards. Moved her to the suite next to yours. Made her your assistant so you could monitor her every move.” Gabriel’s voice was low. “It’s not enough.” Caspian pushed off the wall, stepping closer. “You’re not afraid someone else will hurt her.” He paused. “You’re afraid it’ll be you.” Gabriel didn’t answer. Because it was true. Sin

Samantha's POV The scent of brewed coffee and worn leather greeted me each morning at Blood Moon Pack’s manor, now my new reality. It felt too polished, too sharp—like a home where power lived and vulnerability was hunted down. I slipped into my new schedule like a thread through a tight needle. Gabriel's world ran with precision—early meetings, financial reports, strategy sessions. He’d insisted I shadow him. “For protection,” he’d said, though his gaze lingered too long on my face each time I asked why I really needed to be there. Most days began with him handing me a tailored blazer—mine, yet always something he’d picked himself. "This one makes you look like someone who doesn’t flinch," he murmured once, adjusting the lapel with fingers that brushed against my collarbone too softly to be accidental. We had a meeting later with emissaries from the Northern financiers and he’d already laid out my outfit for the evening. Gabriel had developed a habit of dressing me like a knigh

Gabriel’s POV The training grounds buzzed with the hum of warriors in motion. Blades clashed, feet thudded against packed earth, and the occasional grunt echoed across the open clearing. From my vantage on the balcony above, I should’ve felt pride watching the synchronized precision of Blood Moon’s elite. But my eyes were only on her. Samantha. Her figure moved awkwardly through the mock drills I had assigned to Caspian. She was out of rhythm. Her stance—too soft. Her shoulders—too tight. Yet, the stubborn fire in her eyes kept her from quitting. She had insisted on being part of the self-defense program. Said she didn’t want to be "helpless." I hadn’t argued. Not because I thought she was right, but because I couldn’t say no to her when she looked at me like that—hopeful and trying. "She’s determined," Caspian’s voice came beside me, calm, yet knowing. "But I wouldn’t assign her to frontlines anytime soon." I grunted. “She’s not going to the front.” He glanced at me, then chu

Gabriel’s POV Samantha stood at the edge of the training grounds, sweat-drenched hair clinging to her temples, her fists wrapped and trembling from exertion. Caspian was grinning like a proud father, tossing her a water bottle while warriors around them kept sneaking glances like they couldn’t believe what they’d seen. I couldn’t either. I had watched her slam her palm into a reinforced training dummy—then stood frozen as it cracked down the middle like a splintered tree trunk. No ordinary girl, not even a trained wolf, could’ve done that. Not without a spark of something… more. And Samantha Morgan was supposed to be wolfless. Supposed to be. Caspian jogged toward me, eyes bright beneath his dark curls. “You saw that, right?” “I did.” “She doesn’t even have a wolf yet. Gabriel… what the hell is she?” I didn’t answer. Because I didn’t know. And that terrified me more than anything else. Yesterday's event of her and the dummy bothered me through the night that I thought to ta