บททั้งหมดของ The Moon's Chosen : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

THIRD POVAlpha Alec stood behind his desk, shoulders squared, his expression carved from stone as he slid a sealed envelope across the polished wood.The guard standing opposite him stared at it for half a second too long before reaching out and taking it with both hands.“This goes directly to Blackridge,” Alec said calmly. “You do not open it. You do not make any stops on the way. You do not let anyone else touch it. You hand it to their Alpha or his appointed second. No one else.”“Yes, Alpha,” the guard replied immediately, bowing in respect.Alec’s gaze sharpened. “And you will be asked questions.”The guard swallowed. “Of course.”Alec stepped out from behind the desk, circling slowly, his boots quiet against the floor. His voice remained even—cold and detached.“When they ask why Night Crescent has declined Blackridge’s request, you will tell them that Night Crescent pack has gone into partial lockdown,” Alec said. “You will tell them the truth.”The guard hesitated, just for

KIRA'S POV The moment my fingers brushed the dry, brittle stem of the flower—or more accurately, the stick it had become—the world seemed to shift beneath me, and I felt my footing wobble even though I was standing perfectly still. It was subtle at first, a tremor at the edges of my vision, a faint distortion of light, as if the very air around me had thickened, pressing against my skin with an invisible weight. The walls of the hallway seemed to bend inward slightly, narrowing the space, and the distant echo of footsteps down the corridor, even the shuffle of my own shoes on the floor—all of it faded into a hollow silence that made my heartbeat thunder in my ears.A shiver ran up my spine, and I felt my breath catch. Then, like a tidal wave breaking against a cliff, the vision hit me. It wasn’t gradual.It slammed into me with a force that left me momentarily disoriented, my knees weak, my senses flooded. The world I had been walking through—bright, sterile, ordinary—was gone,

THIRD POV Kira turned the corner too fast.Her shoulder slammed into a solid chest, the impact jolting the breath right out of her lungs. “Oh—!” she gasped, stumbling back a step.“Kira?” Anton’s voice cut in immediately, sharp with surprise.She sucked in air, one hand flying to her chest as her heart hammered painfully against her ribs. For a second, the hallway tilted.Anton steadied her by the elbow. “Hey. Easy. Are you alright?”“I’m—” She tried to speak, but the words tangled. She forced another breath, then another. “I’m fine.”Anton didn’t let go.His brow furrowed as he looked her over properly now. Her face was pale. Too pale. A thin sheen of sweat clung to her temples, and her breathing was shallow, uneven, like she’d just run up several flights of stairs.“You don’t look fine,” he said slowly.Kira pulled her arm away from his grip, a little too sharply. “I said I’m fine.”“You were rushing,” he said. “Did something happen?”“No.”“You’re shaking.”“I’m late.”“For w

KIRA'S POVThe ringing of my phone felt louder than it should have, sharp and insistent, cutting through the thick silence of the house like a blade. The sound bounced off the walls, crawled under my skin, and made my already frayed nerves snap tighter.I stared at the screen from where I was still half-standing beside the bathtub, water dripping down my arms and legs, my skin chilled despite the steam that still clung faintly to the bathroom. Alec’s name glowed on the screen.Alec.Of course it was him.Why did it have to be him?I swallowed hard and looked away, sighing.I did not want to talk to him. I really did not. Ever since the rejection, nothing between us had felt normal anymore. There was always tension now, always something unspoken hanging heavy between us. Alpha and pack member—those words felt hollow when it came to us. Whatever we were supposed to be, it had been twisted beyond recognition.And after this morning? After the way he had acted, after the irritating,

KIRA'S POVI stood frozen, staring at the bathtub as if my eyes were lying to me.The water was moving.Not the gentle ripple you get when a drop falls in. Not the lazy swirl left behind when someone stands up and steps out. This was violent. Chaotic. The surface of the water bucked and rolled like something underneath it was struggling—thrashing—fighting to come up for air.My mouth fell open without me realizing it. My chest tightened, breath hitching halfway in.“What…?” My voice came out as a whisper, thin and unsure, as if speaking louder would make whatever I was seeing become real.It looked like someone was drowning.That was the first thought that slammed into my head, sharp and sudden. Someone was under the water. Someone was trapped. Someone was struggling to breathe, desperately clawing their way toward the surface.My heart began to pound so hard I could hear it in my ears.This doesn’t make sense.I had just been in that tub. Just stood up. Just stepped out. There