All Chapters of The Alpha's Forgotten Moonstone Princess : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

ELARA POV"Mama..."The small voice broke through the silence of my chambers.I looked up immediately.Leo stood in the doorway.Barefoot.Holding the drawing.The same drawing.The one that should never have existed.The one that somehow carried truths he was never told.The one that had somehow found its way into Silas's hands.My stomach tightened.Because I knew my son.And I knew that expression.Something was wrong.Very wrong.His silver eyes looked tired.Not physically.Spiritually.As if he had spent the entire night carrying questions too heavy for a child."Mama..."His fingers tightened around the paper."Can we talk?"Moon Goddess.The fear in his voice nearly broke me.I crossed the room immediately.Leo didn't move.Didn't smile.Didn't launch himself into my arms the way he usually did.Instead, he simply stood there.Watching me.Studying me.Waiting.As if he already knew I was hiding something.And perhaps he did.Children noticed more than adults realized.Especia

SILAS POV"Dad."The word stared back at me from the drawing.One simple word.One impossible word.I sat alone in my guest chamber inside Moonstone Palace, the drawing spread across the table before me.Moonlight poured through the tall windows.The palace was quiet.Yet my mind was louder than any battlefield I had ever stood on."Dad."My fingers tightened around the edge of the paper.The childish handwriting was uneven.Messy.Innocent.Real.I had examined it so many times that I could have redrawn every line from memory.Elara.Leo.King Alaric.And me.Not an Alpha King.Not a foreign ruler.Not a political ally.Family.My chest tightened painfully.No.I couldn't allow myself to believe it.Not yet.Hope was dangerous.Hope had destroyed me once already.I refused to let it do so again.Yet every time I looked at the drawing...I found another detail.Another impossible detail.The scar above my eyebrow.The shape of my shoulders.The gold eyes.Even the wolf pendant hanging

SILAS POV"No. You buried the version of me you wanted."The words struck harder than any blade ever had.For a moment, I simply stared at her.The room seemed to disappear.The council.The guards.The throne room.Everything faded until there was only Elara and the accusation hanging between us.Six years.Six years of grief.Six years of searching.Six years of carrying her memory like an open wound.And somehow, with a single sentence, she had managed to make me question all of it.My jaw tightened."What does that mean?"Elara remained seated upon her throne.Silver-eyed.Beautiful.Untouchable.A queen.Not my mate.Not the woman I remembered.A queen.The realization burned.Her gaze never wavered."It means exactly what I said."Anger flickered through me.Not the wild rage of an Alpha.Something worse.Something raw."You vanished."My voice echoed through the chamber."You disappeared without a word."The nobles watched silently.No one dared interrupt.No one dared move."Y

POV: SilasThe heavy oak doors at the southern apex of the throne room didn't just open, they tore inward, the massive iron hinges screaming as they sheared clean out of the stone masonry.“Alpha King!” a voice raw with terror shredded the tense silence of the court.It was Commander Jaxon, the elite vanguard warrior I had left stationed at the outer perimeter of the Moonstone borders. He didn't walk; he stumbled forward, his heavily armored frame crashing onto the polished marble floor. But it wasn't the blood soaking his tunic that made the room turn ice-cold. It was what was happening to his flesh. Beneath the tears in his leather armor, his veins were pulsing with a violent, luminescent silver light that looked less like blood and more like liquid lightning racing toward his heart.“Jaxon!” I roared, my instincts overriding the suffocating weight of King Alaric’s presence as I lunged toward my fallen soldier.“Do not touch him, Silas!” Elara’s voice cut through the air like a silv

POV: Silas“You picked the wrong twin to negotiate with, Silas,” the second Elara whispered, her voice a dripping, venomous caress that echoed over the structural groaning of the dying castle.My eyes darted frantically between the two identical women. On the steps of the shattered dais, the Elara I had spent the last hour begging, the one who had just drunk my poisoned Alpha blood to unlock the genetic mystery of our pack, lay convulsing on her knees, her pristine skin webbed with necrotic, silver-black veins. At the entrance of the hall stood her flawless double, draped in tattered royal silk, holding a severed head that was still leaking luminescent silver fluid onto the marble floorboards.Before I could form a single word, the doppelgänger dropped the severed head. It rolled across the floor, stopping right against my boot. I raised my brow in absolute horror as the features caught the twilight; it wasn't a stranger. It was the ancient seer, Mira. But her milky, blind eyes weren'