All Chapters of Moonbound At Sliver Ridge: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The last day of summer always tasted like disappointment.Warm air clung to my skin as I shoved the final sweater into my suitcase, the golden light spilling through the window doing nothing to soften the gnawing dread in my chest. Tomorrow meant Silver Ridge Academy—nine months of pretending the place didn’t suck the soul out of me.On paper, Silver Ridge was Lycandra’s pride. The jewel of the wolf realm. A boarding academy set on the edge of the capital, backed by wards older than memory and endorsed by every High Council across the realms. The school promised to mold the “next generation of leaders” into paragons of power—future Alphas, Betas, and heirs, brushed and polished until they gleamed like trophies.Reality? Silver Ridge was a war zone disguised in velvet.The hierarchy wasn’t written anywhere, but you learned it fast. At the top sat the bloodline elites—names carved into Lycandra’s history, dripping with wealth, magic, and centuries of entitlement. Their dominance carried

Our pack lands go on forever. And I don’t mean “wow, that’s big.” I mean forever—the kind of forever that makes you wonder if the Moon Goddess got bored one night, kept dropping forests on the map, and decided to see if anyone would complain. If I ever had to walk it end to end, they’d probably find me days later—collapsed, clutching an empty canteen, mumbling about rogue squirrels staging an ambush.Every Alpha in Ridge Storm history has been obsessed with expansion, and now our borders stretch wider than almost any in Lycandra. Endless pines sway like they’re whispering secrets to one another. Silver-lit lakes so clear you can count every stone on the bottom. And that annoyingly perfect waterfall at the edge of our land—the one that looks like the Moon Herself sculpted it just so couples could pose for mating-mark pictures. Sigils etched into the cliff face shimmer there, waxing and waning with whoever dares to spar—or flirt—beneath the falls. Accord glyphs are braided through our o

The Silver Stag was alive—too alive.Stone walls curved inward like the ribcage of some long-dead beast, runes pulsing faintly in rhythm with the music. Each sigil thrummed like veins of light, enchanted by old Accord wards to keep tempers from flaring into chaos. Here, dominance and heartbreak alike bled into the magic and got shackled by it. Warm lanterns shaped like antlers threw golden light across rough-hewn beams, silverleaf moss swayed from the ceiling, and the scent—cedar smoke, fresh bread, sharp magic-laced florals—bit at the back of my throat like temptation.The crowd pressed close. Wolves, fae, even a Drakonis boy whose scales caught the firelight, all moving in time with an enchanted band in the corner: a lute floating midair, strings plucked by threads of light, drums pounding like a second heartbeat under my ribs. Magic saturated the air until it buzzed through my skin, loosening the knot in my chest one reckless beat at a time.Three drinks in, the ache dulled enough

The Alpha meeting had been as if the Obsidian Wilds ran loose on Lycandra. Pun intended.Every smug bastard in that chamber had strutted their Luna like a prize mare at auction. Hands curling around throats, fangs brushing glowing marks, claws dragging lazy warnings across delicate skin—all of it a performance. The crescent floor panels thrummed faint silver at every display, the runes woven by the Valorian fae during the Accords pulsing as if the Moon Goddess Herself was applauding their little show. A thousand-year-old system of magic reduced to a cheer squad for dick-measuring contests.Scar—the beast inside me—was feral the whole time. Snapping. Pacing. Howling.He wanted what they had. What we needed.My chest ached with it, hollow and sharp, like someone had carved me out from the inside and left the edges raw. I didn’t need to glance at my brothers to know they were the same. Callum’s knuckles were white where he gripped the table, control fraying thread by thread. Jax sat pred

The moment Lila and Theo turned the corner, I stepped in and took Rhea from Rory’s arms. His jaw ticked, a muscle jumping as if he wanted to protest—but he didn’t. He knew why.She was limp against me, too soft, too breakable in this moment. Her breath came shallow, warm against my chest as she curled instinctively into me. She had no idea of the storm she’d just stepped into, no idea how close she was to waking up to claws, fangs, and jealousy snapping around her like wolves at a kill. That wasn’t going to happen. Not on my watch.“Ivy. Cassandra. Aria.” I didn’t have to say their names out loud—just thinking of them had my jaw tightening. Those three weren’t going to leave quietly, not when they smelled the shift in us. They’d make a scene, demand answers, bare their teeth like they ever had a claim.The last thing our mate needed was to open her eyes and see that.“Take care of it,” I ordered. My voice was calm, but it carried the full weight of Alpha command. “Before she wakes.”S