All Chapters of Blood Moon's Alpha: His Rejected Mate, His Hidden Heir: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~~•~☆~•~~ The doors close behind me with a quiet finality. I take deep breaths, trying to calm the storm inside my chest. “This way, my lady?” Two guards lead the way. I pause after a few steps and turn, and as expected, Beta Silas is at the upper balcony, a silent threat that reminds me that one wrong move will cost me my life. They lead me through the grand arches and toward the manicured garden. I have heard how breathtaking the royal garden of Valtheris is, especially at night, but tonight, it feels like a graveyard. My breath hitches behind the cold surface of the mask. The silk of Lady Victoria’s gown feels heavy, like a shroud rather than a royal garment. The blood moon hangs low, its crimson glow casting over the white roses, staining them in shadows that crawl. And in every flicker, I see them again, those thin, ghostly fingers, stretching out from my nightmares to claim me, like they claimed my parents. I close my eyes, taking deep breaths to calm down. When I open m

~~•~♡~•~~ “No! Alpha…” I say softly, forcing a smile I don’t feel, trying to remain calm. “Please. Allow me this small mystery for tonight. I promise our next encounter will be different.” He studies me for a long moment, his gaze heavy with suspicion. I can feel the decision forming behind his eyes. Then, slowly… he lets go. I let out a discreet sigh of relief when he releases me. I take a few steady steps back and sink into a deep curtsy. “Greetings, my Alpha,” I whisper. “Rise,” he says. I stand and meet his eyes. My lips curl faintly. Maybe he’s not what I expected. “Walk with me,” he says. “Of course, my Alpha,” I reply, slipping my hand into the curve of his arm. We walk deeper into the garden, moving toward a secluded grove where the lamps don't reach. My grip on his arm tightens. I have always been afraid of the dark. It is where the worst things happen in the Beta's house. “Scared when you are right next to me?” I look up at him and think. That’s right

At this moment, I believe Lady Victoria is going to finish what the whip couldn't accomplish.My lungs burn, desperate for the air she is stealing, and my vision begins to fray at the edges.“M-my… lady. I did not…” I choke as tears sting my eyes. I guess there's some water left in me.“Answer me!” she shrieks, her voice echoing in the quiet dungeon. I wish I could see her face. But sadly I can't see in the dark. “It has been three days, Raccoon. Three days since you stood in that garden and played the lady. My father has heard nothing from the King. No talk of the marriage contract. No mention of the alliance. Nothing but a silence that is killing us!”Her fingers around my throat tighten, completely cutting off what little air I desperately need.“I… I…”The pressure builds; I can feel it behind my eyes as painful tears fall, my nerves tightening, my head swelling as if it might burst.My nails dig desperately into her hand, but she doesn't flinch. She's far too consumed by her rage

Calm.Calm down, Morgana.I force my breathing to steady, my fists curling against the cold floor.“Forgive me, my lady. I spoke out of turn. I deserve to be punished,” I plead, bowing my head low.“Yes, you do. But that can wait. Listen carefully.” Her eyes burn into mine, cold and unyielding. “Stay away from that omega you were just with. Am I clear?”Leslie.She wants me to stay away from the only person in this wretched place who treats me like a living, breathing creature.No way.I nod slowly.“As you wish, my lady,” I say.She studies me with a deep, suspicious frown before turning on her heel and walking away.~~~I don't bathe.I was so exhausted that the moment I finished the plate of cold stew Leslie had smuggled into my room, I fell into a deep sleep on my cot.“Morgana…”I jolt upright at the sound of my name, tumbling out of bed and falling to my knees in panic.“No! I didn't mean to fall asleep. Please,” I beg, my entire body trembling from the sudden wake-up.“Oh, calm

Kieran's POV~~♤•♧•♤~~Politics have always disgusted me, yet here I am, to inspect a bride offered by Beta Silas to seal a soul favor I owe him.Lady Victoria. A pawn I have no interest in claiming beyond what it secures for Valtheris.I expect little more than a spoiled highborn female who will warm my bed and produce heirs.After three months, I finally agreed to meet her after Mother's insistence, and they kept me waiting.Thirty minutes.My lips curl.Beta Silas dares test my patience with this alliance, and now his daughter adds her own insult. The irritation settles cold in my chest. I do not tolerate wasted time.Lady Victoria Huntington, what gave her the audacity?I stand by the fountain, motionless, as the blood moon bathes the white roses in crimson, turning beauty into something grotesque.The silence is finally interrupted by the soft rustle of silk. I frown, my senses sharpening.Footsteps approach behind me. Light. Hesitant. Not the confident stride of a highborn lady.