All Chapters of The Alpha's Forgotten Moonstone Princess : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Silas povI looked at her, really looked at her.This wasn't the woman who had wept in my arms before the darkness took over. This wasn't the princess who had fled into the shadows of the sanctuary to protect our child. The version of Elara sitting before me had been forged in the fires of survival; she had converted her grief into a tactical weapon, and right now, that weapon was aimed squarely at my throat.My wolf surged forward inside my mind, screaming at the humiliation. We are the apex! The beast roared, its phantom fangs baring against the cage of my ribs. We do not stand in a foreign court and allow omegas and nobles to dictate the terms of our survival! Tear the doors down! Take the salves by force!If we fight, I answered the beast silently, the repositories burn. And if they burn, our son’s future dies with the pups in the capital.The realization was a bitter, metallic pill that tasted worse than silver poison. I felt the physical weight of my entire lineage pressing down

Silas POVThat day passed in a blur of aching muscles and crushing silence, every hour stretching like an endless torment as I still couldn’t get Elara’s attention. No matter how hard I worked or how low I bowed, she moved through the Moonstone palace like a distant shadow, regal, untouchable, her gaze sliding past me as if I were already a ghost. The weight of my dying pack pressed heavier on my chest with every breath. Pups back home gasping their last, silver eyes dimming. I decided then, in the quiet ruins of my pride, that I would throw every last shred of it away if it meant saving them… and proving to her that this was real.I reached out to one of her maidens in a secluded hallway, my voice low and stripped of any alpha command. “Please,” I begged, the word foreign and bitter on my tongue. “Just a moment with your Luna. That’s all I ask.” The young she-wolf hesitated, her eyes wide with fear, scent spiking with anxiety as she clutched her skirts tightly. She did not want to g

Silas POV“Leo get back! Now!”Caspian’s snarled command sliced through the midnight corridor like a silver blade, his hand already drawing steel as he lunged toward the small shadow standing over me. My heart seized in my chest, the mate bond and blood call exploding into a violent storm inside me. There he was, our son, silver eyes glowing with that uncontrollable aura, staring down at the filthy, broken king curled at his mother’s door like a lost pup sensing home for the first time.“You smell like me…” Leo whispered again, his tiny voice filled with innocent wonder that shattered something deep in my soul. The words hit harder than any battlefield wound. I froze on the cold stone, bleeding hands trembling as the truth I had only recently pieced together stared back at me in living flesh. What impossible instinct had drawn this child to me in the dead of night?Before I could rise or speak, Caspian grabbed Leo’s arm, pulling the boy behind him with protective fury. “This is not yo

Silas POV“Leo! Get behind me now!”The words exploded from my throat like a thunderclap as I lunged through the chaos of the feast hall, shoving tables aside with raw alpha strength. Enemy shadow-tainted wolves poured through the shattered doors in a snarling wave, their eyes glowing with unnatural hunger and the same sickness that was killing my pups back home. The air reeked of blood, fear, and corrupted magic. Screams tore through the hall as Moonstone and Crescent warriors clashed with the invaders in a frenzy of fangs and steel.My heart hammered with primal terror as I spotted Leo in the center of the storm the small boy’s silver eyes wide, his hybrid aura exploding in brilliant silver-blue waves that made nearby wolves stumble and flowers bloom violently across the bloodied floor. He was exposed. Everyone had seen it. Gasps and shouts of “The silver-eyed heir!” and “Hybrid abomination!” echoed from both packs. What is happening? How had my son’s power awakened so publicly, s

SILAS POV“Strip the tunic off, Silas, or I will shred it along with your arrogant skin.”Her command was a frozen blade, slicing through the heavy, lavender-scented air of her private royal sanctum. Elara didn’t look at me as she spoke. She stood over a marble basin, aggressively crushing moon-lily roots and silver-sage into a thick, glowing paste. Her hands, usually so steady they could extract an arrow from a beating heart without a single tremor, were visibly shaking.“Elara, look at me,” I rasped, my voice sounding like crushed gravel. My ribs groaned as I hauled myself up against the headboard of the obsidian carving bed. The poison was mostly neutralized, but the phantom fire of Vane’s blade still licked at my nerve endings. “Please. We just survived a slaughter. Our son”“Do not speak his name with that mouth,” she snapped, spinning around so fast her white-haired braid whipped through the air like a silver lash. She slammed the stone mortar down onto the bedside table with en