The Alpha's Moonbound Hybrid 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

My father didn't use words to tell me I was a mistake. He used silence, the cold, deliberate kind that a man reserves for things he's already buried in his mind."Twenty-two years," Alpha Darian Blackthorn said, his voice splitting the frozen morning like a blade. "Twenty-two years of feeding a mouth that yields no wolf. Twenty-two years of hiding your mother's filth."I stood at the center of the training grounds in a dress too thin for winter, and around me, the Nightfang warriors watched with the patience of men waiting for something long overdue. They weren't looking at a pack member. They were watching a sentence finally being carried out. "I am your daughter," I said. My voice trembled but I didn't lower it.He stepped close enough that I could smell the pine and rot of him. "You are a ghost, Asha. Report to the Eastern Border. Harvest the Frostbloom. If Silvercrest patrols find you" he paused, letting the meaning land before the words did"consider it your final service to thi

The Silvercrest gates didn't open so much as surrender, groaning on their hinges like something that had forgotten how. The moment we crossed the threshold, the world changed scent entirely. It was woodsmoke, ozone, and the dense, layered musk of a thousand wolves who had never once been told to be afraid.Lanterns swung up from every direction, their amber light catching Kael's blood-streaked chest before sliding, with a sharp collective breath, onto me. The silence that followed was worse than any snarl.A female warrior cut through the crowd first, her eyes already narrowed before she finished moving. "He's brought a Nightfang into the heart of the hold. She carries the Blackthorn bloodline, Alpha. Step away from her." Kael's grip on my waist didn't shift. "Stand down, Jora.""Stand down." No volume, no threat. Just weight. The kind that doesn't argue with itself. The woman's chin dropped by half an inch, her wolf yielding before her pride did.He walked me through the courtyard

The High Tower was a needle of stone piercing the belly of the clouds. From the narrow slit of my window, the world looked like a map drawn in white and grey. Below, the Silvercrest pack moved like ants, their lives dictated by the sharp blow of whistles and the heavy tolling of bells.I was a bird in a gilded cage, and the air here was thin enough to make my head light. The "Chains of Starlight" felt heavier today. They didn't just dampen my magic; they seemed to be drinking my energy, leaving me lethargic and hollow. Every time I tried to reach for that spark of silver fire that had saved Kael, I hit a wall of cold, dead iron. It was a suffocating sensation, the feeling of a limb being asleep, but for my soul. I was a hybrid who had finally tasted power, only to have it shackled by the very man who claimed I was his.I paced the small circumference of the room, my bare feet silent on the cold stone. Traitor’s journey, I thought bitterly. I didn't choose this path. I was shoved o

The transition from the sweltering, blue-lit chaos of the Great Hall to the frozen night of the ridge was like a blade to the lungs. Kael didn’t shift. He ran in his human form, his hand locked around my waist as we crested the eastern stone ramparts. Below us, the world was on fire. The first gate of Silvercrest had been reduced to splinters, and through the gap, a tide of Nightfang warriors poured in, wolves I had grown up with, men who had kicked me in the dirt now howling for the head of the man holding me. "Stay behind me!" Kael roared over the clash of steel and the guttural screams of shifting men. "Kael, the cuffs, I can't help you like this!" I screamed, the starlight metal biting into my skin as my magic thrashed against the dampeners. He didn't answer. He drew the obsidian blade from his thigh, the black stone singing as it sliced through the air. A Nightfang warrior leaped from the shadows of a supply hut, his claws extended, his eyes glowing amber with bloodlust.

The silence of my room was louder than the howling of the pack had been. For three days, I was a ghost. No one spoke to me. The servants who brought my food wouldn't meet my eyes, and Kael… Kael was a shadow I only saw from the window, training his warriors with a new, frantic brutality.My wrists had healed into strange, shimmering scars. The silver wasn't just on the skin; it hummed in my bone marrow.On the fourth night, the door didn't just open, it swung wide to reveal Elyra Moonveil. She was an elder, but her skin was smooth as river stone, her eyes a milky violet that suggested she saw things others couldn't."He fears the fire because he has been burned before," Elyra replied. She stepped closer, and I smelled dried herbs and old parchment. "Come. There is something you need to see if you are to understand the man who claims to own you." She led me out of the chambers. Curiously, the guards didn't stop us. They simply bowed their heads as if Elyra were a force of nature th