《Moonbound – Claimed By The Alpha Brothers 》全部章節：第 11 章 - 第 20 章

Elowen woke with a sharp gasp, her body jerking upright as if something had dragged her out of darkness and thrown her back into the world too fast. Her chest heaved as she looked around wildly, her vision struggling to adjust to the soft lighting of the room. For a brief, desperate second, she convinced herself it had all been a nightmare—the Oracle, the elders, the board, the knife hovering over her throat. Her fingers instinctively went to her neck, pressing against her skin as if to confirm it was still intact, then her fingers tightly grabbed her necklace. But the room was unfamiliar in a way that made her stomach drop. The high ceilings, the silk drapes, the faint scent of something sweet lingering in the air—it was all too real, too detailed to be a dream. The memory came crashing back in fragments, each one sharper than the last, and the fragile hope she had clung to shattered completely. “No…” she whispered, her voice barely audible as her hands trembled in her la

Elowen hadn’t laughed like that in a long time. It came unexpectedly, spilling out of her in short bursts as she sat cross-legged on the bed, Lysara beside her, both of them leaning into each other like they had nothing to worry about. For a few minutes, everything they experienced in the Manor, the Oracle, with the brothers, the prophecy—all of it faded into something distant and unimportant. Lysara was in the middle of recounting some ridiculous thing one of the maids had said earlier, exaggerating the voice so badly that Elowen snorted. “You’re lying,” Elowen said, shaking her head. “I swear I’m not,” Lysara insisted, clutching her arm. “She said it exactly like that.” “You’re horrible,” Elowen muttered, but she was smiling. The door opened without warning. Both of them turned. Maureen stepped in first, composed as always, followed by what could only be described as an army of maids. They filed in one after the other, each carrying something—folded fabrics, mann

Lysara blinked, then hurried to catch up with her. “Elowen, you were literally the one who warned me to stay away from him. You said he’s dangerous. You said he hates humans.” “I remember what I said.” “Then why are you doing the exact opposite?” Lysara pressed, grabbing her arm lightly to stop her. “Why are you looking for him?” Elowen pulled her arm free, her expression tightening just a little. “Because he can’t do anything to me.” Lysara frowned. “What do you mean he can’t…” “The moon goddess,” Elowen cut in. “She made it clear. They can’t harm me. Not anymore.” Lysara stared at her for a second before shaking her head. “That doesn’t mean he won’t make your life miserable or break you,” she said quickly. “You’ve seen how he is. That man doesn’t care about rules. He barely cares about his own family, talk more of some prophecy or a goddess.” Elowen exhaled slowly, like she was trying to push past the hesitation creeping in. “I can’t be scared of him forever.” “This

Elowen stood at the center of the stronghold again, dressed in a fitted training outfit that still felt foreign against her skin. Her blond hair tied in a ponytail. Elowen briefly touched her cross pendant, for good luck. Kaelen… Kaelen looked bored, his gaze somewhere else entirely, like being in the same room as all of them was already beneath him. Zevrian broke the silence. “This time,” he said calmly, his voice carrying easily across the room, “you will choose who trains you.” Elowen didn’t react immediately. She studied them instead, one after the other, letting the silence stretch just enough to make them aware she wasn’t going to rush for anyone’s convenience. Zevrian continued, “We’ve decided it’s the best way to avoid a repeat of what happened during your last session.” Oh, really? She get to choose? How tempting. Her eyes drifted to Kaelen for only a beat. A faint twitch of something crossed Draven’s face—irritation, maybe guilt—but it was gone too quickly to hold o

“You think you’ll just pop out of nowhere and change everything?” Soraya’s voice cut through the silence, laced with something bitter and dangerous. “What exactly is so special about you?” Elowen didn’t answer. She watched her instead. Soraya’s eyes burned with something deeper than simple dislike. This wasn’t just about a stranger in a building. This was personal. “You’re nothing but a pathetic human,” Soraya continued, stepping closer. “You’re nothing. You don’t deserve this.” Lysara shifted uneasily beside Elowen, her fingers brushing against her arm as if silently asking if they should just ignore her. But Elowen didn’t move. Not yet. Soraya closed the distance in two strides, her heels clicking sharply against the elevator floor until Elowen’s back hit the wall. The contact was sudden, cold, grounding her in a way she didn’t expect. For a split second, her breath caught—not out of weakness, but confusion. This wasn’t how she imagined her first real encounter outs