All Chapters of The Alpha's Forgotten Moonstone Princess : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Elara POV“Push, damn you! Push like the wolf you are, or this storm will claim another life tonight!” Healer Mira’s voice cracked like lightning through the sanctuary’s birthing chamber, her ancient, gnarled hands pressing firmly against my trembling thighs. The rain outside hammered the hidden stone walls of Moonstone’s sanctuary with the same vicious fury as the night I’d flung myself from Crescent Cliff three months ago. Thunder rolled overhead, shaking dust from the rafters, while lightning painted the frantic faces around me in stark, ghostly white. I screamed, a raw, shattering sound that tore from my soul as another contraction seized me, twisting my body like prey in a predator’s jaws.“I…..I can’t… Goddess, it feels like I’m being ripped apart!” I gasped, my nails carving bloody trails into the thick birthing pelts soaked beneath me. Sweat poured down my face, stinging my eyes, mingling with the hot tears I’d sworn I wouldn’t shed. I had survived the fall into the abyss. The

Elara POV“Leo, get down from there right now before you crack your stubborn skull on the sanctuary stones! You’re four winters old, not some immortal alpha testing the moon’s mercy!” My voice echoed sharp and desperate through the hidden alcove, heart pounding as I watched my son perched precariously on a towering crystal formation that pulsed with ancient Moonstone wards. The faint glow from his first birthday night had never fully faded, it lingered in his veins like a forbidden secret, making the crystals hum in response as he scaled higher, tiny claws extending from his fingers with unnatural ease. What madness drove this pup to defy gravity and rules alike? Every climb was a rebellion, every leap a question that made my wolf circle anxiously inside me: What hybrid power from two kingdoms is awakening in him, and why does it hunger for heights no child should claim?The sanctuary had become both cradle and cage in the three years since that glowing midnight. Leo grew like wil

Elara POV“Leo, focus on the stance, not the strike! Your wolf knows the rhythm of battle better than your hands ever will. Channel it before the shadows claim another border patrol!”My voice echoed across the sun-dappled training hollow deep within Moonstone’s veiled heart. Six years had flown like startled ravens since his birth in that raging storm. Yet every lesson revealed how impossible he had become to hide. Leo moved with fluid grace for his age. His wooden blade flashed as he corrected his footing, silver eyes blazing with raw alpha instinct that made the older trainees shift uneasily.The sanctuary’s peace after the recent breach felt paper-thin. I circled him slowly, staff in hand, my War-Healer robes whispering against the grass. Leo’s dark curls caught the light. His features sharpened daily into a mirror of the ghost I had fled. *What cruel twist of fate makes my son look more like Silas with every passing moon? How long before someone sees the Crescent Alpha starin

Elara POv“Elara, we cannot keep running from this, the Crescent scouts are too close, and Leo’s aura flared again during the night watch. The wards are straining under the weight of what he’s becoming!”Caspian’s urgent whisper cut through the dimly lit war room like a warning howl, his storm-gray eyes locked on mine with the heavy burden of a prince watching his carefully built sanctuary crack at the seams. I paced the stone floor, heart hammering against my ribs as the events of last night replayed in brutal flashes. Leo’s relentless questions. His silver eyes demanded truths I wasn’t ready to give. The messenger’s report detonated everything we had hidden for six years. My wolf whined restlessly inside me, torn between the fierce need to protect my son and the growing dread that the past I fled was now hunting us with claws bared. The sanctuary, once a fortress of veiled safety, now thrummed with barely contained tension. Warriors moved through the corridors like shadows on ale

Elara POv “Mix the moon-lily paste with crushed obsidian roots!” I barked at a group of trembling young she-wolves, my hands slick with the juices of medicinal herbs as I frantically prepped tourniquets and anti-venom salves. “If a Crescent wolf tears into our warriors, their bite carries the residual ash of the old pack wars. Ordinary salves will just rot the flesh! We need to be faster, stronger!”“Princess Elara,” a raspy, ancient voice cut through my frantic orders.I turned to see Mira standing at the threshold of the apothecary wing. The ancient seer-healer looked as if she had aged a century in a single night. Her milky-white, blind eyes were turned toward the ceiling, her hands gripping her gnarled wooden staff so tightly her knuckles were white.“Mira, I don’t have time for riddles right now,” I muttered, turning back to the medical crates. “We are on the brink of an slaughter.”“You do not understand the nature of the storm you are fighting, child,” Mira whispered, her voic