บททั้งหมดของ BLOOD MOON ALLIANCE : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

The attack came without mercy. Shadows turned into bodies. Bodies into weapons. They moved like ghosts—Fast. Silent. Deadly. Amber barely had time to breathe before the first one lunged. She reacted on instinct. Turn. Block. Strike. Her fist connected with bone. Hard. The man staggered back… But didn’t fall. Not human. Of course not. “Left!”Raymond’s voice cut through the chaos. Amber turned. Just in time to duck as another attacker came from the side. Too close. Too fast. Her heart pounded. But her body didn’t freeze. Not anymore. She moved. Lower this time. Sharper. She drove her elbow into his ribs. He grunted. And she twisted out of his grip. Good. She was learning Fast. But this wasn’t training. This was survival. A growl ripped through the air. Deep. Animalistic. Amber turned—And froze for half a second. Raymond. He wasn’t fully shifted. But he wasn’t fully human either. His eyes Glowed Gold. Burning. His movements… Faster than anything she had seen. Brutal. Efficient. Terri

Sleep didn’t come. Not really.Amber lay in bed, staring into the darkness, listening to the silence that never truly felt silent. Her body was tired. But her mind also became restless.Every thought circled back to the same things. Her father. The bond. Raymond. And the truth. Always the truth.Her fingers tightened slightly against the sheets. You don’t even know who she really was. Her father’s voice echoed again. Low.l Mocking. Amber sat up sharply.“I’m done guessing,” she whispered. Because if no one was going to tell her the truth—She would find it herself.THE HIDDEN DOOR: The mansion was quiet at this hour. Too quiet.The kind of silence that made every step feel louder than it should. Amber moved carefully through the halls. Not sneaking. But not careless either. She didn’t know exactly what she was looking for… Only that it existedd somewhere.Something Raymond wasn’t saying. Something he was protecting. Or hiding. She turned a corner—And stopped. A door. Different from th

The tension in the mansion did not fade with the morning. ItT deepened. It spread quietly through the halls, slipping into conversations, settling into glances, tightening every unspoken word. By the time Amber stepped out of her room, she could already feel it pressing against her skin—thick, watchful, expectant.They knew. Not everything. Not yet.But enough. Amber walked forward anyway. Her steps were steady, controlled, deliberate. She refused to shrink under their eyes. If anything, she lifted her chin slightly higher as she passed through the corridor, meeting every stare without hesitation.Let them look. Let them judge. She was done running.The central hall was already filled. Members of the pack stood in small clusters, their voices low but sharp, their attention divided between each other—and the moment Amber entered. Silence followed her. Not complete silence, but close enough. The kind that acknowledged presence. The kind that measured it. Amber slowed slightly, her gaze

The drive back felt longer than it should have. Not because of the distance. But because of what they carried with them. Selene lay in the back seat, barely conscious, her breathing uneven, each rise and fall of her chest a fragile reminder that she was still alive.Amber sat beside her. Silent. Still. Her hands were stained with blood—Selene’s blood—and no matter how tightly she pressed her fingers together, she could still feel the warmth of it. It clung to her. Not just physically. Emotionally.“She’s losing too much blood,” Amber said quietly.Her voice was controlled, but there was tension beneath it. Not panic—Amber didn’t panic anymore—but urgency. Raymond didn’t look back. “I know.” His grip on the steering wheel was tight. Too tight.The car moved faster.Cutting through the empty streets like something chased.Or something chasing. Amber looked down at Selene again. For the first time— She didn’t see a rival. She saw a life. One that could slip away because of her. Because

Sleep did not come easily that night. Not for Amber. Not for anyone.The mansion had quieted, but it was not the kind of quiet that brought peace. It was the kind that came after chaos—the kind that waited, tense and watchful, for whatever would come next.Amber stood by the window in her room, arms folded tightly across her chest, staring out at the city lights below.Somewhere out there, her father was moving pieces again. Planning. Watching. Waiting.And now— He wasn’t just hunting her. He was building something around her. “A key.”Selene’s voice echoed in her mind.Amber exhaled slowly. A key to what? Her fingers tightened slightly against her arms.“No,” she murmured under her breath. “I’m not something to be used.”But even as she said it— She wasn’t sure anymore.A KNOCK IN THE DARK …The knock came softly. Amber didn’t turn immediately.“I’m not asleep,” she said. The door opened anyway, of course it did.Raymond stepped inside. He didn’t speak right away.He didn’t need to.A