All Chapters of The Alpha's Forgotten Moonstone Princess : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Elara POVThe ocean was freezing.I realized that before I realized I was alive.The first thing I felt was cold.The second was pain.The third was movement.Something beneath me rocked gently.Water.Wood.Voices.For a moment, I thought I was still falling.The memory crashed through me immediately.Silas screaming.The bond breaking.Silver light exploding across the cliffside.The agony in his eyes.And then—The jump.My eyes flew open.A groan escaped my throat.Above me stretched a dark wooden ceiling lit by a single lantern swinging softly from a metal hook.The room moved.Not a room.A cabin.A boat.The smell of salt filled the air.I pushed myself upright too quickly.Pain shot through my body."Easy."The familiar voice stopped me.Caspian sat across from me.His arms rested on his knees.His dark hair was damp from sea spray.His expression looked exhausted.Not physically.Emotionally.Like someone carrying too many secrets.For a second neither of us spoke.I simply s

Elara POV"They're already coming."The words hung in the air long after the old woman stopped speaking.Nobody moved.Nobody breathed.The glowing medallion rested in her trembling hands, casting silver light across the chamber walls.Outside, the wind howled against the mountain.Inside, fear settled over the room like a living thing.I stared at the old woman.My pulse hammered."Who is coming?"No answer.The old woman looked toward Caspian.Caspian looked away.That frightened me more than anything.Because my brother wasn't a man who looked away from problems.He looked away from truths.And suddenly I had the horrible feeling everyone in this sanctuary knew something I didn't.Something about me.Something about my child.Something terrible."We need to secure the sanctuary."The old woman's voice cut sharply through the silence.Instantly, the room exploded into movement.The Warriors rushed toward the exits.Orders echoed through the corridors.The atmosphere changed complete

Silas povBack in Crescent Pack territory, silence had started to feel permanent.Not the peaceful kind.The empty kind.I stood on the balcony of the Alpha Hall, looking down at my own pack like I was watching something unfamiliar.Patrols moved in strict rotations.No celebration fires.No laughter.No noise that didn’t serve a purpose.Everything had become controlled.Careful.As if the entire pack was afraid that breathing too loudly might make the truth real.Elara Silverfang is dead.That was what they said.That was what the council repeated.That was what I was expected to accept.I didn’t.My wolf didn’t either.It paced inside me constantly now—restless, violent, broken in a way I couldn’t explain to anyone without sounding unstable.The bond was gone.But not gone.That was the worst part.A dead bond is silence.This one still hurts.Behind me, footsteps approached.I didn’t need to turn to know who it was.Nora.She stopped at a respectful distance.“You’re still here,”

Silas POVThe execution changed nothing.Absolutely nothing.The moment Genevieve's body hit the stone platform beneath the execution grounds, the crowd released a collective breath.Some looked relieved.Some looked satisfied.Some looked vindicated.They thought justice had been served.They thought the nightmare was over.Idiots.Justice didn't bring Elara back.Justice didn't erase my words.Justice didn't silence the memories waiting for me every night.Justice didn't stop my wolf from waking up howling.And it certainly didn't stop me from seeing her face every time I closed my eyes.The woman I loved.The woman I failed.I stood through the execution without speaking.Without blinking.Without feeling anything at all.Genevieve never begged.Never cried.Never apologized.Even with chains around her wrists, she somehow managed to look down on everyone around her.Especially me.As the executioner approached, she lifted her head and smiled.That same cold smile.That same calcul

Silas POVI hadn’t slept.The torn scrap of pale blue fabric lay on the table like evidence from a crime scene I could no longer ignore. Dawn clawed across the horizon, but I remained fixed on it salt-stiffened, sea-bleached, yet carrying that unmistakable Moonstone scent. Crisp. Potent. Far too recent.My fingers tightened until the cloth bit into my palm.Three months of carving her grave into my soul. Three months standing on that cliff, choking down the truth that she was gone. One ragged piece of fabric had just torn every certainty apart.The door creaked open behind me.“Alpha.”The healer’s voice was strained.I didn’t turn. “Tell me.”A heavy beat of silence. Then: “The scent is real. And fresh. Within days.”My wolf slammed against my ribs so hard the room blurred. Hope sharp, treacherous, merciless surged through the cracks in my grief. I gripped the table edge until the wood groaned.The healer took one look at my face and backed toward the door. “I’ll… leave you.”The mom