Lahat ng Kabanata ng Between Destiny's Chains and Moonlight (Book series): Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Alpha Thomas let out a loud, commanding growl, a clear sign of dominance that cut through the night, forcing the couple to instinctively step back against the cabinets.Without another word, he turned sharply and leapt out through the shattered door onto the porch. A moment later, they heard the heavy thud of him landing on the grass, followed by the snap of branches as he disappeared into the darkness. Suddenly, the house felt cold and exposed, the night air rushing in through the broken doorway. Mr. Joshua moved to the door, gazing at the wreckage, a splintered wood frame and a broken lock. Quickly, he pushed a heavy armchair against the opening, though he knew it was a joke of a barricade against a wolf. “Tonight, when Mehanda gets home, we’re telling her the truth,” Mr. Joshua decided firmly, leaning against the kitchen counter. His face was pale, the color drained from his skin, but his eyes were steady despite how tired he looked. “We’re giving he

Inside the truck, the silence felt louder than the engine.Uriel’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles pale and trembling. He looked like someone who’d just watched everything he cared about burn away, unsure whether to run into the fire or let it consume him.From the backseat, Selima watched, her chest heavy. Alpha Thomas was already expecting a report, but all she could think about was Mehanda’s face. It wasn’t even anger, it was a blank, frozen void—and that never meant anything good.Slowly, she took out her phone, her hands trembling so much she almost dropped it. She began typing, the glow of the screen catching her worried eyes.[Selima]: M, please talk to me. We honestly didn’t realize your parents knew about us. Uriel is losing it right now... he loves you so much.She waited for a full minute. No reply came.[Selima]: Please, just tell us you’re okay. I’m sorry we kept you in the dark for so long. It wasn’t fake, M. I swear.The phone buzzed beside Mehand

Mehanda lay flat on her back, staring up at the popcorn ceiling of her bedroom.Her hands were tucked behind her head, her eyes closed tightly. Outside, the world was awash in shades of pink and red, a cloying celebration of a day she had spent months anticipating.She had scripted this day in her head a thousand times over the last semester.In her dreams, it was supposed to be perfect. She’d imagined herself in that silk dress she’d saved up for, sitting across from Uriel in a fancy restaurant with white tablecloths and candles that smelled like vanilla. They’d laugh over expensive appetizers, and after that, the best part, they’d head to that secluded, grassy knoll at the edge of the city park. They would have spread out a blanket with a bottle of decent wine and a stash of her favorite snacks.She had looked forward to that quiet moment most of all. Just sitting in his arms, feeling his steady heartbeat against her back while they talked about the ‘Before Times’. They would have j

Future Alpha Uriel’s Point of ViewThe cooling night air hit my skin like a slap, but the heat in my blood refused to fade.Usually, the shift back to human form felt like a heavy, draining homecoming, a reminder of the physical limits of being a man. But tonight, as my bones snapped back into place and my skin knit itself whole, I felt more alive than I ever had in my life.Spike was still right beneath the surface of my consciousness, his tail metaphorically wagging because she had touched him.She hadn’t flinched. She hadn’t screamed. In the silver-drenched clearing behind the cabin, Mehanda had sunk her fingers into my thick, midnight fur and called me beautiful.I pulled my discarded jeans on with shaking hands, my movements a bit clumsy as I climbed back onto the porch. Mehanda was still standing there, a small, defiant figure against the backdrop of the massive, ancient pines. Her hair was a wild halo in the moonlight, and her eyes, those eyes that saw right thr

Selima leaned casually against the cold lockers, her gaze drifting over the flowing tide of students still shuffling through the hallways. Despite the rush around her, her thoughts remained fixed on one figure—Mehanda.Then she noticed the girl near the south exit, shoulders hunched, and it immediately struck her how slowly Mehanda was walking— each step heavy, as if weighed down by sleepless nights and a mind that refused to rest.Selima watched her for a moment longer, debating whether to approach or wait. But instinct told her to act now. Without a sound, she slipped from her spot and moved smoothly to close the distance, falling into step beside Mehanda. The silence between them was almost oppressive.“Pub?”Selima’s voice was soft, almost a whisper, void of its usual teasing tone. “You know, the place with the dark booths in the back, where the music’s loud enough that no one can overhear?”Mehanda hesitated, glancing sideways at her friend.Her face flickered with a complex mixt