Semua Bab The Alpha's Forgotten Moonstone Princess : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Genevieve’s POVI never thought I would wake up.Not after what I drank.The burn had been real.Sharp. Immediate. Unforgiving.Wolfsbane does not hesitate.It does not miss.So when my eyes openI don’t move at first.I just… breathe.Slowly.Carefully.Waiting for the pain to return.It doesn’t.That is the first thing that feels wrong.The secondIs that I’m still here.Alive.I sit up abruptly.Too fast.The room spins slightly, then steadies.Healer’s chamber.Of course.My fingers move to my throat instinctively.Nothing.No damage.No lingering burn.Just skin.Normal.My brows pull together slightly.That shouldn’t be possible.I remember the taste.The way it closed around my lungs.The way my body reacted.That was not imagined.So whyThe door opens.I don’t turn immediately.I already know who it is.His presence fills the room before his voice does.“Awake.”Alpha Silas.There’s something unusual in his tone.Not concern.Not relief.Something closer to… calculation.I lo

Elara’s POV “Blood does not lie.”The words don’t leave the room.They stay.Settle.Press into me.And something in my chest… shifts.Not fully.Not clearly.But enough.My breath slows.My thoughts don’t.They scatter.Pull backward.Into things I don’t understand.Into things I shouldn’t remember—But somehow do.White.That’s the first thing.White walls.The sharp smell of herbs.A ceiling I didn’t recognize.I remember blinking up at itConfused.Empty.Like my mind had been wiped clean.“Easy… don’t move.”A voice.The healer.I didn’t know him then.Didn’t know anything.Not my name.Not my past.Not who I was supposed to be.Just… emptiness.“You’re awake.”Another voice.Male.Cold.Distant.I turned my head slowly.And saw him.Silas.Standing at the edge of the room.Not rushing forward.Not relieved.Just… there.Watching.Like I was a problem.Not someone he almost lost.“You caused quite a scene,” he said.No concern.No softness.Just irritation.My brows had pulled

Elara’s POVIt doesn’t stay contained.Whatever silent agreement was just passed between the King and meIt doesn’t sit quietly in the room.It spreads.Fast.Like something alive.Movement breaks first.Not loud. Not chaotic.Controlled.But sharp enough to cut through the tension.King Alaric steps forward, not away, not back, but through the space that separates him from Silas.Not asking.Not waiting.Closing the distance like it was never his to respect.Silas doesn’t move to meet him.But he doesn’t step aside either.They stop just short of each other.Too close to be polite.Too close to be anything but deliberate.The air shifts.Everyone feels it.“This ends now,” Silas says quietly.Not raised. Not aggressive.But finally.Or at least he wants it to be.The King studies him for a moment.Not rushed.Not provoked.Just… measuring.“You think this is something you can end?” he asks.Silas’s jaw tightens slightly. “You’ve said what you came to say. You’ve made your claim. With

Elara’s POV“Bring me water.”The words leave my mouth easily.Naturally.Like they should be followed.Like they always have been.No one moves.I don’t turn immediately.I don’t repeat myself.I just… listen.Wait.For the shift of feet. The sound of someone stepping forward. The quiet obedience that usually follows an order.Nothing.Slowly, I turn.My gaze moves across the room.Three guards.Positioned.Watching.Not one of them reaches for the table.Not one of them looks toward the door.Interesting.“Did you hear me?” I ask.Calm.Measured.“Yes, Luna.”“Then why is no one moving?”A pause.Too long.Too deliberate.“We’ve been given instructions.”Of course you have.“Whose?” I ask.Even though I already know.“…Lady Genevieve.”There it is.I nod once.Not surprised.Not even annoyed.Just… confirming.“Fine,” I say softly.Then I walk toward the table myself.Pick up the cup.Hold it for a second.Then set it back down.Untouched.“Call the healer.”This time, I will make i

Elara’s POV“Everyone out.”Silas doesn’t raise his voice.He doesn’t need to.The command lands clean, sharp enough that no one questions it. The guards move first, quick and uneasy, dragging the frozen one with them after a moment of hesitation. My friend lingers.I feel it before I see it, her reluctance.“Elara”“Go,” Silas says, cutting her off, his tone colder this time. Not loud. Final.She looks at me.Not at him.Me.Like she’s asking without words if she should stay.I hold her gaze for a second, then give the smallest nod.It’s enough.She leaves.The door closes behind them with a soft click that sounds louder than it should.And just like thatit’s quiet.Not the kind of quiet that settles.The kind that waits.Silas doesn’t move immediately.He stands where he is, watching me as I’ve turned into something unfamiliar. Something he’s trying to understand without letting it show.Then he exhales once, slow, controlled, and walks past me.“Inside,” he says, pushing open the