All Chapters of Moonbound to Power : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“I want—” Her voice cracked. “I need—” He pressed his forehead to hers. “You don’t know what you’re asking. You’re in heat. Everything feels like love.” “No,” she whispered. “This is different. You’re not just anyone.” He cursed under his breath, holding her so tightly she gasped. “You make it so damn hard to be good.” Her lips brushed his jaw. “Then don’t be.” For a second, he almost listened. But then she whimpered again, not from desire—but pain. Her body trembled in his arms, waves of heat racking through her again. Gabriel clenched his jaw, lifting her carefully and laying her back on the couch. “I’m going to help you,” he said, voice tight. “But only to ease the pain.” Her eyes locked on his. “I trust you.” He stripped off his shirt and climbed onto the couch beside her, pulling her into his arms again, skin against skin. The contact made her sigh, some of the pressure easing instantly. But it wasn’t enough. She twisted, pressing her body against his, her nails dig

Gabriel stood by the window of his private study, the moonlight casting shadows across his bare chest. The events of the last twenty-four hours replayed in his mind like a storm—Samantha’s transformation, the priestess words, the trembling awe of his pack. A white wolf… a royal bloodline. A mate-bond. His hand still tingled from where he’d touched her skin. Their wolves had already accepted it. But had she? He turned slowly as the soft click of the room door reached his ears. Samantha stepped out quietly, wrapped in a thick sweater that hung off one shoulder. Her hair was still damp from the bath, her steps unsure. Her eyes flicked up—and met his. The pull struck her like a wave. Samantha gasped and pressed her palm to her chest. The bond burned inside her now, throbbing with warmth, with gravity. Every time Gabriel came close, her skin hummed. Her breath caught. “You feel it,” he said softly. She nodded, unable to speak. It wasn’t just attraction. It was a silent tether s

SAMANTHA’S POV The court blurred around meA thousand murmurs faded into static.All I could hear was the thundering of my own heartbeat and the pull of something deeper, darker—ancient—as the golden-eyed Alpha stared straight into meThe world tilted.My knees buckled before I even registered what I was seeing. That face. The boy from my dreams. The boy who stood in the middle of the royal court, tall and broad-shouldered now—but unmistakably him.My breath hitched.The ground never came. Strong arms caught me before my head hit the marble floor. A soft murmur rippled through the court as Gabriel knelt, cradling me against his chest.King Aldric spoke then, calm but firm. “Everyone, you are dismissed.”One by one, nobles filed out, some casting backward glances. Gabriel remained rooted at my side, arm locked around my waist.“Samantha—look at me,” he urged, voice tight with panic.But my eyes fluttered closed, lost in blackness.I stood in a garden of roses. The scent—familiar. So p

Samantha’s POV My wrists burned. The bone charm seared like fire against my skin, its dark pulse echoing through my veins. I could barely lift my head. The slab beneath me was ice-cold, humming with magic I didn’t understand. Shadows crawled along the walls, shifting like smoke, whispering secrets in languages I didn’t know. Where was Gabriel? Why wasn’t he here? I tried again to shift, to claw my way out, but the magic held me in place—limbs paralyzed, body pinned like a helpless creature under glass. Then she stepped forward. Veza. The witch’s green eyes gleamed like rot under candlelight. She moved with eerie grace, her steps silent as mist. Her smile was wide, too wide. “You’re awake,” she cooed. “Good. I wanted you to hear the truth with your own ears.” I flinched at her touch—she ran a knotted finger along my jaw, like I was some precious artifact. “You should be proud, girl. You’re the center of prophecy.” I forced my dry lips to move. “What… prophecy?” She chuck

Gabriel’s POV The howling wind did nothing to quiet the rage burning in my chest. We moved like shadows through the trees—my elite warriors, each hand-picked, each deadly. Their fur gleamed under the rising moon, eyes hard with purpose. No one spoke. No one needed to. The Crescent Moon Pack was about to answer for what they had done. For what they’d taken. For what they dared to touch. Samantha. The name echoed through my skull like a prayer turned curse. Every breath I took was laced with her scent—faint, lingering in my memories and maddeningly absent now. I should never have left her alone. Should never have thought distance would protect her from the truth that tethered her to me like breath to lungs. The moment I stepped out onto the palace balcony and found nothing but cold night where she should’ve been, the beast inside me snapped. Her scent had vanished as if she'd never existed at all. The witch’s scent lingered in the air like poison. That was all the confirmation I