Semua Bab The Alpha's Forgotten Moonstone Princess : Bab 11 - Bab 20

POV: Elara“Your Highness.”The word didn’t echo—it struck.The moment it left the guard’s mouth, the entire Great Hall locked in place, as time itself had stalled. The air turned heavy, pressing against my chest until breathing felt like an effort instead of instinct.I didn’t move.I couldn’t.Slowly—almost against my will—my gaze shifted.A Moonstone guard was on one knee.Head bowed. Spine straight. Hands clenched at his sides.He wasn’t waiting for permission.He wasn’t asking.He had already decided.That was what made it worse.My heart stumbled—then began to race.“No…” The word slipped out, low and strained, like it didn’t belong to me either.Because that title—It wasn’t mine.It couldn’t be.Around us, no one moved. Warriors, elders, nobles—everyone stood frozen, as if the slightest movement might break whatever invisible force had just taken hold of the room.Then—Silas moved.Fast.His hand closed around my arm, unyielding, pulling me slightly behind him. The motion was

I wake up to silence that doesn’t feel like peace.It feels… watched.My eyes snap open.The first thing I notice is the shift in the air—thick, controlled, suffocating. The second is the sound outside my door.Boots.Not one. Several.I sit up slowly, my senses sharpening on instinct. My heart doesn’t race. It steadies.Something is wrong.I slide out of bed and move toward the door, each step quiet, deliberate. When I reach it, I don’t open it immediately. I listen.Low voices. Male. Armed.Not stationed.Posted.For me.My jaw tightens.I pull the door open.Two guards stand there, rigid, unmoving. Their eyes flick to me, then away—trained not to engage.“Move,” I say.They don’t.One of them speaks without looking at me. “Orders, Luna. You’re not permitted to leave.”Luna.The title lands like a lie.“Whose orders?”A pause.Then—“Alpha Silas.”Of course.Something cold settles in my chest—not fear. Not panic.Understanding.This isn’t protection.This is containment.I step clos

I wake to a rhythm that isn’t mine.It’s layered.Close. Distant. Behind walls. Beneath the floor.Heartbeats.Not one.Many.My eyes open slowly.The room hasn’t changed.I have.The air is heavier now, not in weight, but in meaning. It carries more than scent. It carries intent. Tension. Fear.Awareness settles into me like it’s always been there, waiting.Not new.Unblocked.“This isn’t new…” I murmur, sitting up.My fingers curl against the sheets.“This is unlocked.”And the word feels right.—I don’t rush.There’s no urgency in me anymore.Only precision.When I open the door, the guards are already there.More than before.Their posture tightens the moment they see me.Good.They feel it.“I’m stepping out,” I say.“You’re not permitted”“I wasn’t asking.”I take one step forward.He moves to block me.I stop.Not because I have to.Because I’m deciding whether he’s worth the effort.My gaze lingers on him, measured, unreadable.Then I turn back into the room without another w

"Genevieve pov"I knew something was wrong the moment she walked away.Not weak.Not shaken.Controlled.Too controlled.People moved out of her path like she didn’t need permission to exist anymore. Even the guards, men who barely acknowledged anyone, stepped back without being told.That’s not normal.That’s not something you ignore.And then the healer.The way he looked at her… the way his expression shiftedconfusion first,then something else.Something I didn’t like.I didn’t wait.The moment he stepped away, I watched him closely.He didn’t stop to speak to anyone. Didn’t report. Didn’t return inside.He walked out.Fast.Like he needed air.Like something was wrong.That was enough for me.I followed.Not openly.Not carelessly.At a distance.Silent.He didn’t notice.Good.—He didn’t stop until he reached outside the main corridor.Away from people.Away from attention.Or so he thought.I stayed behind the pillar, just out of sight.And I watched him.He started pacing im

"Elara’s POV"They’re late.Not enough for anyone else to notice.But enough for me to know something has already shifted.I stand by the window, still.Waiting.Not impatient.Not uncertain.Just aware.The air in the room feels… prepared. Like it has been arranged for a moment that hasn’t arrived yet.Thenfootsteps.Measured.Controlled.Approaching.I don’t turn immediately.I already know who it is.The door opens.Genevieve steps in.A tray in her hands.Perfectly balanced.Perfectly timed.Too perfect.My gaze drops briefly to it, then returns to her face.Nothing obvious.No hesitation.No visible emotion.But I see it anyway.She is too steady.That is the first mistake.“Your meal,” she says lightly, stepping closer.I don’t move.Not yet.Silence stretches.I let it sit between us, heavy enough to force meaning into it.Then I step forward.Not rushed.Not cautious.Controlled.My fingers close around the cup.Warm.Fresh.Off.The scent reaches me before I lift it fully.S