All Chapters of The Moon's Chosen : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ANTON'S POV I sat on the edge of the bed with my elbows resting on my knees and both hands pressed against my head. My fingers were digging into my scalp, but I barely felt it. My mind was still tangled in the remnants of that dream — or memory — or whatever the hell it was supposed to be. The images were slipping away like water through my fists, but the feeling lingered.I dragged a shaky breath and rubbed my forehead, trying to force something, anything, to make sense. But nothing came. No clarity. No explanation. Only confusion swirling around inside me like a storm that refused to settle.I didn’t even know if what I saw was real.Was it a memory I had lost?Was it just a nightmare?Or was it something else entirely?My heart was still beating too fast, refusing to calm. Sweat clung to my skin, cooling into a thin film that made my clothes feel uncomfortable. I wiped my face with my palm.Then I heard footsteps. Soft, steady, and drawing closer.I lifted my head, forcing myself

KIRA'S POV“What do you mean?” I asked.She swallowed, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. “I asked… who the patient is.”I folded my arms. “Anton is the man we found badly injured near the borders. He was unconscious, almost dying. He didn’t have any identification on him, no scent trail we could trace, nothing on his person. When he woke up, he didn’t remember anything — not his name, not his family, not where he came from. Nothing.”Liana’s brows pulled together. I could see her trying to piece everything together.“His injuries were severe — they weren’t the type you get from a simple accident. He was hurt badly.”Liana nodded slowly, processing every word.Liana’s grip tightened on her clipboard. “So… he truly doesn’t remember anything?”“Nothing,” I said. “He wasn’t even sure of his own name.”For a moment, neither of us spoke. I just kept looking at her, waiting for her to say something.Then Liana let out a shaky breath. “He looks familiar,” she said quietly.I stared at her

THIRD POVAmanda was pacing so aggressively across the floor of Alec's suite at the pack house living room that her heels were beginning to leave faint marks. She didn’t even care. She was too angry, too frustrated, too insulted to care about anything except the fact that Alec—her Alec—had vanished the moment the ceremony ended.“For goodness’ sake,” she muttered, running her hand through her perfectly styled hair until it became messy and wild, “how could he disappear like that? How? Right after the ceremony? Right after everyone was watching us? What was he thinking?”She spun around again, arms folded tightly against her chest, her nails digging into her skin as she fumed. She had searched everywhere—outside the hall, the lawn, the dining area. Nothing. Alec was simply gone. And nobody could tell her where he went until finally one omega told her where he had gone.“He went to the clinic, ma’am.”At first, her heart had nearly stopped. The clinic? Alec had gone to the clinic? Some

THIRD POVThe moment Amanda’s footsteps faded down the hallway, the room fell into a heavy, suffocating silence. Then Alec opened his eyes. Slowly, almost reluctantly.He blinked at the ceiling as if it personally offended him.A long, exhausted sigh escaped his chest — the kind that carried frustration, confusion, anger, and something deeper he didn’t want to name. He rested one hand on his forehead, staring blankly upward as though the plastered ceiling tiles might give him answers he had spent the entire night running from.But no matter how hard he tried, his mind didn’t drift to Amanda.It drifted to the clinic, to Kira, to that stranger. Anton.Alec’s jaw tightened immediately. His teeth ground together, and a fresh wave of heat rushed through his veins.They’re still there, he thought. Alone. In the same building. At this hour.His eyes narrowed.“What could they possibly still be doing?” he muttered under his breath, the words sharp and bitter in the quiet room. “Checking on

KIRA'S POV.A faint, distorted sound whispered through my earbuds, like a soft hiss of someone speaking just out of reach. My heart skipped a beat, and I froze mid-step, gripping the earbuds tightly.“What… what was that?” I murmured, my voice trembling slightly, though no one answered. The forest was eerily silent except for the wind rustling through the branches.I pulled the earbuds out and put it back in. Nothing. Not even the music I had been blasting moments ago. My fingers fumbled over the small device I’d connected it to, tapping, pressing, and trying to make it work. “Come on… work!” I muttered.Minutes ago it had been fine. Now it refused to play anything at all. I hit it, feeling frustrated, my nails digging into the plastic casing but it still didn't work.I clenched the device tighter in my hand, trying to restart it, but nothing happened. Not a single note played, not even static.I tapped the device again, harder this time, as if brute force could bring it back to life.