Semua Bab The Alpha's Forgotten Moonstone Princess : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Elara’s POV The door closes behind her.The sound is soft, but it settles something final in the room. No interruptions. No witnesses.Just her.And me.For a second, I don’t move. I let the silence stretch, let it settle into my bones, into the space between us. Genevieve stands across from me, composed as always, hands lightly clasped, posture flawless.Too flawless.People like her don’t relax. They perform.And right now… she’s waiting to see what role I’ll play.I don’t give her time to decide.“You poisoned me.”My voice is steady. No hesitation. No anger to soften it.Just truth.Her lips curve slightly, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. I watch closely—too closely now to miss anything. There’s a flicker there. Quick. Controlled.Interesting.“You’re going to need more than an accusation,” she says smoothly. “Especially after everything that’s happened.”I take a step forward.I feel it immediately, the shift in the air, the way her attention sharpens, the way her body prepares w

Elara’s POVThe weakness doesn’t announce itself.It slips in.Quiet. Precise.One second I’m standing—steady, controlled.The next, the ground feels… farther than it should.I don’t fall.I refuse to.My fingers press into the edge of the table, gripping hard enough to anchor me before my body decides otherwise. My breathing stays even. Measured.No one reacts.Good.But he does.Of course he does.The healer doesn’t rush. Doesn’t call attention. He just moves—subtle, calculated—stepping into my space like it’s routine, like this is something we’ve already rehearsed.Because we have.“Sit,” he says quietly.Not concerned.Not panic.Instruction.I meet his eyes before I move.There’s no question there.No curiosity.Just confirmation.He knows.And I know he knows.I sit.Slowly. Carefully.My body protests the movement, a sharp, internal pull that I bury before it reaches my face.His gaze drops—brief, controlled—then lifts again.We don’t speak about it.We don’t need to.“You’re p

Elara’s POVGenevieve doesn’t leave immediately.She lingers.That’s how I know this wasn’t just curiosity. This was a calculation.Her eyes move across the room slowly, guards, healer, Nora… then back to me. Measuring. Adjusting. Rewriting whatever plan she had before she walked in.“I should let you rest,” she says finally, her tone soft enough to pass for concern.She takes a step back.Then another.But her gaze doesn’t leave mine.Not until she reaches the door.Not until it closes behind her.And even thenIt feels like she’s still here.Watching.Waiting.The silence she leaves behind is heavier than her presence.No one speaks at first.Not the guards.Not the healer.Not even Nora.But I feel it.The shift.Something has changed again.And this time… It’s closer.“She knows something,” Nora says quietly.I don’t look at her.“Yes.”“How much?”“Enough to be dangerous.”That’s all that matters.The healer exhales slowly, stepping further back now that the immediate tension has

Elara’s POVThe next move comes wrapped in courtesy.That’s how I know it’s hers.A servant approaches from the far end of the corridor, head bowed, steps careful. Not one of mine, if I even have “mine” anymore. New face. New uniform. New instructions stitched into the way she won’t meet my eyes.“Luna,” she says softly, stopping a measured distance away. “Lady Genevieve requests your presence in the west hall. There’s a small gathering. She thought it would be… appropriate.”Appropriate.Nora shifts beside me. I feel the tension in her before I see it. Her instinct is to refuse. To block. To protect.Mine is different.“Of course,” I say.The servant blinks, just once, like she expected resistance. Then she bows again and steps aside.The corridor opens as we move. People don’t just look this time, they wait. Conversations hover unfinished. Smiles pause mid-curve. It’s not curiosity anymore.It’s anticipation.They know something is about to happen.So do I.The west hall is brighter

King Alaric’s POVThe words “already watching her” did not finish settling in the hall before the palace changed.Not physically.But in the way, every breath suddenly felt measured.Controlled.Like the air itself was waiting to see what King Alaric would do next.The tracker remained on one knee, blood still seeping into the marble floor.No one moved to help him.Not yet.Because everyone understood the implication of what he had just said.Crescent Pack soldiers are already watching her.That was not surveillance.That was containment.Or preparation.I stepped forward slowly.“Define ‘watching’,” my voice cut through the silence.The tracker swallowed hard.“Three scouts. Concealed positions near the outer ridge. They were not hunting rogues, Your Majesty.”Caspian’s hand tightened into a fist.Selene’s grip on the bracelet loosened slightly.A dangerous calm spread across her face.“…They were watching my daughter,” she said quietly.The tracker nodded once.That was enough.The