All Chapters of Between Destiny's Chains and Moonlight (Book series): Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Rapha gave a nod, marking his assent to the proposal.“It’s a strategy of survival. Our beasts are out of control, yes. The thought of losing her, of her slipping through our claws, is unthinkable. But if we can’t have her as our queen right now, we’ll be the quiet presence that reminds her she’s not alone.”They sat in silence for a moment, overthinking their plan.Neither of them did any work, instead, they focused on sensing the faintest trace of her scent drifting through the building, trying to track her movements, her mood, her hesitation. They knew she wouldn’t want to go back to the pack, the bridge there was burned, the ties severed. She was heading somewhere else, somewhere familiar, a place that felt like her refuge.When they finally drove through the city to her old apartment complex, neither was surprised to see her light on in the third-floor window. The rent had been paid through the year, Nisi had taken care of that months ago, a silent insurance policy he’d never spo

The moment I uttered the name ‘Roderick,’ the atmosphere shifted instantly.Soldier, who had been resting his chin on my knee, suddenly stood up. His hackles didn’t exactly rise, but his entire body tensed as a low, vibrating growl rumbled from his throat. Ranger stopped wagging his tail, ears pinning back as he let out a sharp, disapproving bark toward the street below.“Whoa, hey!” I called out, startled.I reached to pat their tense shoulders.“What’s wrong? It’s just Roderick. You don’t even know him. Why are you losing your minds?”Ranger paced the small balcony, claws clicking irritably on the wood, tail stiff.Soldier kept staring into the city lights with an intense, glowing amber gaze, a look that felt uncomfortably familiar. Almost like the one Rapha gave me when he was trying to read my thoughts.“Okay, okay,” I muttered, pulling them both back inside. “We’re not fans of the competition, huh? You’re just as territorial as the Alphas at work. Must be a wolf thing. Smell a ri

The week after my late-night escapade with Roderick felt like I’d stepped into a weather forecast predicting a hurricane, one of those slow, ominous storms where the air hangs heavy, pressing against your skin, waiting for the sky to burst open and unleash chaos. At work, the so-called ‘Corporate Chill’ had turned into something even colder, almost glacial.Nisi and Rapha, who once kept their distance with professionalism, now seemed downright brooding. They prowled the hallways like displaced animals, their eyes following me during meetings as if I were an unsolvable puzzle or the last thing standing between them and disaster. Every time I passed their offices, I could feel their unrelenting gaze, like static electric in the air. Standing at the copier, I’d get that prickling at the back of my neck, only to turn and see one of them leaning against the glass, arms crossed, jaw tight enough to crack stone. Then, around Wednesday, something shifted. The hostile glares softened, morp

"Happy birthday, Rahab." Nisi’s voice drifted smoothly from behind the sea of red roses, with a hint of something darker underneath. It was like taking a slow sip of aged whiskey—rich, deep, and with just a touch of danger that made my skin crawl. I froze there, standing at the door, eyes fixed on the wall of roses that seemed to bleed into the dim hallway.Damn!I’d completely lost track of the date.Between endless reports, dodging sharp looks from Alphas, and dragging my own doubts from my time with Roderick, the days had blurred together. Today was my twenty-first birthday, the official step into adulthood, according to their rules, biology, and beliefs. To the rest of the world, it was just a legal milestone. To the men in front of me, it was the day the clock ran out.And suddenly, everything felt weird. I blinked, caught off guard, then slowly took in what was happening.The usual coolness, that ‘Corporate Chill’, was gone entirely. Both guys stood in the narrow hallway, bu

The garden is alive with laughter, a sound that feels like the only real thing in a world that used to be made of glass and documents.I lean back in the cushioned chair beneath the old oak, its massive branches stretching wide enough to shield me from the aggressive afternoon sun. The air here is different than it was in the city, it’s heavy with the scent of blooming jasmine and the faint, salt-licked breeze that follows Roderick wherever he goes.My twins—two golden-haired whirlwinds—are knee-deep in their sandpit, building castles that collapse as quickly as they rise. Every tumble is met with roaring giggles, their joy echoing through the pack’s grounds like a melody I never tire of hearing. They move with a coordinated grace that sometimes stops my breath, a synchronicity that feels far too uncanny for three-year-olds.I watch them, my hand instinctively resting on the high, hard curve of my belly.The weight is familiar now, comforting even. In just a few days, another son will