Todos os capítulos de The Moon's Chosen : Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

KIRA'S POV The silence that followed Alec’s last words pressed against my ears until I felt like I might suffocate from it.He truly believed Anton was responsible.That was the part that unsettled me the most.Not the anger.Not the accusations.But the certainty.I drew in a slow breath, forcing myself to steady my racing thoughts.“If you would just let me explain,” I said carefully, keeping my voice as level as I could manage, “you would understand what actually happened.”His gaze did not soften.“Then explain,” he said shortly.I hesitated.Because the truth was impossible.I could not tell him that something had come out of my bathtub.I could not tell him about claws scraping against tile or glowing eyes staring at me through steam.I could not tell him that it had felt like something from a nightmare had stepped into my reality.He would think I had lost my mind.Or worse.So I chose the only option that seemed remotely believable.“There were burglars,” I said.The word fel

THIRD POV Alec did not remember the walk back to his chambers. He only remembered the anger. It burned through him like wildfire, spreading fast, consuming everything in its path. By the time he reached his quarters, his jaw was so tightly clenched it ached. He pushed the door open harder than necessary and stepped inside. The heavy wooden door slammed shut behind him with a thunderous crack that echoed through the chamber walls. The sound did nothing to ease him. If anything, it amplified the storm inside his chest. He began pacing immediately. Back and forth across the living area. Boots striking the floor in sharp, uneven rhythms. “How dare she,” he muttered under his breath at first. Then louder. “How dare she.” His hands ran roughly through his hair before balling into fists at his sides. “She sent me out,” he continued, voice rising. “Me. Her Alpha.” The word Alpha lingered bitterly on his tongue. He had stood in her house—her house—and she had told him to leav

KIRA'S POV The house felt different after Alec left.Quieter.But not peaceful.It was the kind of quiet that pressed against your ears and made every small sound seem amplified. The ticking clock on the wall felt louder than usual. The faint hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen seemed sharper. Even my own breathing sounded exaggerated.I was lying on the couch, propped up with two pillows behind my back, a blanket draped loosely over my legs. My body still ached from earlier. Every movement reminded me of the claw marks, the bruises, the dull soreness that refused to completely fade.Across the room, in the far corner near the window, Erica and Anton stood close together, speaking in low voices.They thought I could not hear them.They were wrong.“I do not think this is a good idea,” Erica was saying, her voice tight with concern. “She should not be here alone tonight. Not after everything that happened.”Anton glanced in my direction briefly before answering her. “She says sh

KIRA'S POV The silence after Erica left did not feel as sharp as I expected it to.I tried to adjust myself on the couch, but the moment I attempted to push up with my arms, a sharp ache shot through my ribs and I hissed under my breath.Anton’s expression changed instantly.“What is it?” he asked, stepping closer.“Nothing,” I said automatically, even though my face must have betrayed me.He raised an eyebrow. “That did not look like nothing.”“It is just sore,” I admitted reluctantly. “Everything is sore.”He studied me for a moment, then glanced toward the kitchen.“Do you need water?” he asked.I hesitated.Normally I would have said no out of pride alone.But my throat felt dry, and the idea of trying to stand up and walk there myself seemed… exhausting.“Yes,” I finally said quietly.He nodded once and disappeared into the kitchen.I sank back into the couch cushions, feeling a strange mix of irritation and gratitude twist in my chest.I hated this.Hated that I could not even

KIRA'S POV The glow did not disappear immediately.It pulsed.Soft at first, like a trick of the light. Like maybe the overhead bulb had flickered and reflected strangely against his irises. That was what I told myself in the first second.Then it happened again.Stronger.A brief flash beneath his pupils, almost like something electric had sparked behind his eyes and then retreated.My breath stalled in my chest.He was still talking.Still pacing.Still venting.Completely unaware.“And it is not just about forgetting names,” he was saying, his voice tight with frustration. “It is about forgetting reactions. Instincts. I do not know what I used to fear. I do not know what used to make me happy. I feel like I am performing a version of a man I do not even recognize.”His eyes flashed again.This time there was no mistaking it.A quick shimmer of light beneath the surface.I stared at him, my mouth parting slightly without permission.Was I imagining it?The pain in my ribs throbbed