Semua Bab The Alpha's Forgotten Moonstone Princess : Bab 141 - Bab 148

Silas POV“Strip the tunic off, Silas, or I will shred it along with your arrogant skin.”Elara’s command sliced through the heavy, lavender-scented of her private royal sanctum like a frozen blade. She didn’t look at me as she spoke. She stood over the 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 with barely contained fury and something far more fragile.I hauled myself up against the headboard of the obsidian-carved bed, ribs groaning in protest. The poison from Vexar’s blade was mostly neutralized, but phantom fire still licked at every nerve ending, a constant reminder of the lethal blow I had taken for her. “Elara, look at me,” I rasped, my voice sounding like crushed gravel. “Please. We just survived a slaughter. Our son”“Do not speak his name with that mouth,” she snapped, spinning around so fast her wh

Silas POV“Stand with me, Elara not as enemies forced by old grudges, but as partners who choose this fight together. For our son. For the packs we both bled to protect!”My voice thundered across the war-torn ridge where our united forces had gathered, raw with the fire of the new bond humming between us. The respect-forged connection felt like living moonlight in my veins not the golden chains of fate, but something chosen, earned through blood and sacrifice. Elara stood beside me, her lunar-white eyes meeting mine with a storm of emotions that made my wolf surge with fierce pride. For the first time since my return, we fought not as fractured mates, but as equals.The battlefield stretched before us like a canvas of nightmares. Vexar’s main army, a twisted horde of shadow-tainted wolves driven mad by the same poison that had nearly claimed me, clashed against our combined Crescent and Moonstone lines. Howls split the air as claws met steel and fangs tore through flesh. The scent of

Silas POV“Elara of Moonstone, Sovereign Queen and War-Healer Princess… do you accept the mantle of High Luna of the United Packs, co-ruler of Silverfang Crescent, and rightful sovereign over half these ancestral territories by blood, sacrifice, and the will of both nations?”The ancient elder’s voice boomed across the sun-drenched Grand Clearing of Silverfang territory, carrying on the wind like a sacred vow. My heart thundered in my chest as I stood on the raised dais beside the ceremonial altar, the new respect-bond between us glowing like warm sunlight beneath my skin. This was the moment we had fought for — not through fate, but through blood, tears, and unbreakable choice.Elara stepped forward from the Moonstone procession that had escorted her across the neutral river at dawn. She no longer arrived as the exiled rogue wife who had leapt from a cliff six years ago. She came as a queen in her own right. Her gown was a masterpiece of both packs flowing silver silk embroidered wit

Silas POV“I love you, Elara. Not the High Luna who owns half my territory, not the War-Healer who saved my life with her own blood, but the woman who chose me when she had every reason to walk away forever. The mother who turned our broken pieces into something whole. The queen who stands beside me not because fate demanded it, but because she decided I was worth choosing every single day.”The words left my lips like a vow renewed under the soft glow of sunrise on the same cliff where everything had once shattered. The wind carried the salt of the sea below, whispering against our skin as golden light spilled across the horizon, painting the waves in hues of rose and amber. Elara stood pressed against me, her body warm and real in my arms, the new bond forged in blood, sacrifice, respect, and deliberate choice glowing like living sunlight between our hearts. Months had passed since the chaos of the feast hall and Vexar’s defeat, yet every time I held her here, it felt like the first