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Lahat ng Kabanata ng Between Destiny's Chains and Moonlight (Book series): Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

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Chapter 1 - A Reckless Escape

Chapter 2 – An Unexpected Claim

He stared at me for what felt like a century, the kind of stare that makes you wonder if you’ve got spinach stuck between your teeth or if your entire existence has just been reduced to a science experiment. His gaze was so intense I half-expected him to announce my blood type and favorite childhood snack. Then, out of nowhere, a shiver ran across his ridiculously muscular frame, like even his abs had caught a chill and he sucked in a breath so sharp I thought he might be auditioning for a dramatic opera. His nostrils flared in a way that screamed “wolfy cologne commercial,” and his expression shifted into something between shock, delight, and the look of a man who just realized his pizza delivery arrived twenty minutes early. “What’s your name and where do you come from?” His voice was deep enough to rattle the cave walls, and honestly, it sent a shiver down my spine that I did not sign up for. My toes cu

Chapter 3 – The Price of Freedom

Desperately, my gaze ricocheted between two disasters waiting to happen: the jackal still thrashing in the waterfall like it was rehearsing for a disaster movie nobody wanted tickets to, and the towering man now blocking the cave entrance like a bouncer at the world’s worst nightclub. I was trapped between two forces of nature, two dangerous walls closing in. Lesser of two evils? Ha. Both options meant the snatching away of my hard-won freedom, but my choice had to be the path where I could simply stay alive the longest. On one hand, I had a shape-shifting shaman who absolutely meant no good. On the other, I had a Lycan who seemed to think I was the missing piece to his Royal puzzle. But if survival was the game, the longer‑lasting path was, with sickening certainty, Romani. At least the Lycan wanted me breathing, even if it was just to be a very expensive piece of furniture in his castle.

Chapter 4 – The Unclaimed Bond

“Mate?!” The word shot out of me like something toxic I needed to spit out before it poisoned my blood. I recoiled, scrambling back to my feet with all the grace of a startled cat, my mind spinning at a thousand miles per hour. This couldn’t be real! It was a statistical impossibility. I had just spent the last three weeks dodging one destiny, and now I’d tripped right over another one in the middle of a damp, miserable cave. “Are you sure?” I snapped, my voice echoing off the limestone walls and cutting through the heavy, suffocating silence. “Because I don’t feel anything. My wolf isn’t exactly throwing confetti and singing Hallelujah over here!” Romani’s earlier smug grin, the one that made him look like he owned the entire forest, slipped. It didn't disappear, but it morphed into something closer to genuine confusion. He looked like a man who’d just been told his winning lottery ticke

Chapter 5 – A Prisoner's Past

One moment, I was half-naked and vulnerable, huddled in a damp cave with a dominant Lycan Prince claiming me as his mate. One moment, I was half-naked, damp, and shivering in a cave, with a Lycan Prince looming over me like some overconfident predator announcing I was his mate. The next, I was dressed like a reluctant runway model, tucked into the plush interior of a limited-edition Maybach. The smell of leather and cologne was so strong it practically screamed money, a jarring contrast to the earthy mildew of my cave hideout. I stared out the tinted window, watching trees blur past, trying to keep my hands from shaking. The thought of returning to my old pack made my stomach twist. I could already picture my parents’ faces, grim, furious, because I had managed to evade their clutches for weeks. “Why do you seem so reluctant to return to your own pack, Ana?” Romani’s voice cut through my spiraling thoughts. Calm, smooth,

Chapter 6 – The Lion’s Den

When we drove through the gates of the Moonlight Walkers, it seemed as though the border patrol had taken an extended leave of absence or fallen into a deep, collective hibernation. It was a pathetic display, really. Never before had a stranger entered this pack territory so easily; it was almost embarrassing to witness from the passenger seat of a car that screamed ‘high-profile target’. Back when I was a child, the elders used to sit around the communal fire and brag that a squirrel couldn't so much as twitch its tail on the perimeter without a guard knowing and reporting its exact coordinates. They used to make us feel like we were living inside an iron fortress, unshakeable and impenetrable. Apparently, that rule of absolute vigilance didn't apply when the ‘squirrel’ in question was driving a luxury SUV that probably cost more than the pack’s entire armory and was radiating the scent of a demi-god. Of course, I knew t

Chapter 7 – Outgrowing the Cage

The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly. It became thick with the suffocating scent of aggression. Silas stood at the center, his chest puffed out, his Alpha aura flared to its maximum capacity. It was an impressive display for a werewolf, but next to Romani, it felt like a guttering candle trying to compete with a raging forest fire. Axel was stupid enough to be the first to react. His eyes raked over me, possessive and hungry, ignoring the man standing beside me entirely. "You found her," he hissed with a low, gravelly snarl. "About damn time. I hope you didn't damage the merchandise, stranger. Hand her over, and we might let you leave this territory with your limbs intact." I felt Romani stiffen beside me. The air temperature seemed to plummet ten degrees in a heartbeat. The casual, teasing Prince was gone, in his place was something primordial and terrifying. "Axel,

Chapter 8 – Where Shadows Begin

"Ana, let’s go," Romani murmured, his breath warm against my ear, providing a sharp contrast to the icy tension in the room. "This place smells of desperation, damp rot, and exceptionally bad manners. I can't breathe in here." He turned me toward the door, his hand firm and possessive on my hip, guiding me away from the wreckage of Silas's pride. We were inches from the threshold when the air shifted. Axel seized the moment, before I could breathe, he was on me. Fueled by a toxic mix of ego and adrenaline, he lunged forward, his fingers digging like iron claws into my bicep. He jerked me back toward him with such violence that I crashed against his chest, the air bursting out of my lungs in a painful wheeze. Instinctively, my hands flew up to push him away, my nails catching in the fabric of his half-open shirt and dragging downward, leaving a raw, blood-red scratch across his flesh. A dangerous, earth-sha

Chapter 9 - Northern Chains

Prince Romani drove with surgical precision, his hands steady on the leather wheel, his gaze locked ahead as though the road itself was a puzzle only he could solve. For a few blissful miles, the velvet smoothness of the ride almost fooled me into calm, the silence after the packhouse chaos feeling like a sanctuary. Then reality hit. The skyline of Human Town was shrinking behind us, fading into a cluster of dying lights. We were heading north instead, toward the untouched forests and the glass‑and‑steel mansions of the elites, where secrets hid behind gates and shadows. My stomach twisted into a cold knot as the truth settled in: we were not going where I had expected. “You’re going the wrong way,” I said with a rising panic I tried desperately to mask. The Prince didn’t miss a beat. He didn’t miss this one much. He spared me a glance that was far too calm. “We’re leaving for the Kingdom,

Chapter 10 - The Sovereign’s Command

“Ana,” the Prince began, sharp enough to draw blood. His eyes were no longer playful, they were twin pools of frozen blue, devoid of the teasing warmth he had used to lure me into his car. “When we arrive in the Kingdom, my parents— the King and Queen— will be waiting for us. You will keep your rebellious temperament to yourself. I will not tolerate a display of disrespect in front of the King. Do you understand me?” I blinked, momentarily stunned by the sudden, brutal change in tone. The whiplash was almost physical, a stinging slap to the face that left my skin crawling. “Excuse me? You’re giving me orders now?” “I am telling you how it is going to be,” he stated, leaning forward until he completely invaded my personal space.The scent of him, usually so inviting, now felt like a suffocating shroud. “You will do as you are told. You will stand where you are placed. The

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