All Chapters of The Alpha's Forgotten Moonstone Princess : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Elara POVSilence did not follow the chaos.It settled into it.That was the first thing I noticed when my vision finally steadied.The hall was still full—too full—but nobody was speaking anymore. Even the whispers had died halfway, strangled by whatever truth had just been pulled out of the past and dropped into the present.My body felt wrong. Detached. Like I was standing slightly outside myself.Silas’s hand was still on my arm.I realized that only when I tried to move and couldn’t.Not because he was holding me tightly.Because I was shaking too hard to step away.“Don’t,” he said quietly.It wasn’t an order.It was a warning meant for me, not against me.I didn’t answer.My eyes stayed fixed on the parchment still lying open on the council table.The list.Names.One Crescent name at the bottom.That was the part my mind refused to leave.Because it meant something simple.Something unbearable.This wasn’t just Moonstone history.This was Crescent's involvement.And if that wa

Elara POVThe palace felt different after the council meeting.Not louder.Quieter.The kind of quiet that came before something broke.Every corridor I passed seemed filled with whispers that stopped the moment I appeared.Every servant looked twice.Every guard watched me a little too carefully.The Lost Heir Lives.The words had spread through the kingdom faster than fire.And somehow, everything felt wrong.Because the more people believed I was the princess—the less I understood who I really was.My wrist burned beneath my sleeve.A steady pulse.Almost like a heartbeat.Almost like a warning.I hated it.By midday, the palace was already divided.Nobody said it openly.But everyone knew.Some supported Genevieve.Others were beginning to support me.The kingdom was choosing sides.And that terrified me.I wasn't trying to take anything.I wasn't trying to start a war.I only wanted answers.Yet somehow every answer seemed to create ten more questions.The council reconvened bef

Elara POVThe scream came before dawn.Not loud enough to shake the .But sharp enough to wake the parts of it that never truly slept.I was already awake when Nora burst into my chambers.Her face was pale.Not tired.Pale in the way fear removes color from a person.“Elara—don’t come out.”That was the first thing she said.No explanation.Not greeting.Warning.My stomach tightened instantly.“What happened?”Nora hesitated.That was worse than any answer.“A guard.”My chest went cold.“What guard?”She swallowed.“A Crescent guard.”Silence dropped between us.Crescent guards did not just die inside the palace.Not without consequence.Not without politics.Not without war sitting very close behind it.I was out of the room before she could stop me.The corridor outside my chambers was already full.Too full.Warriors.Guards.Council messengers.All clustered in a tight circle near the eastern passage.Whispers moved through them like smoke.“Near her chambers…”“No wound patte

Elara POVThe box arrived before sunrise.No servant admitted delivering it.No guard saw who placed it outside my chamber doors.It simply appeared.Like it had always been there.Waiting.Nora found it first.She didn’t open it immediately.She just stared at it.Like it might breathe.“Elara…” she said slowly. “You should see this.”Something in her voice tightened my chest.I stepped forward.The box was long.Elegant.Marked with no name.But I recognized the seal the moment I saw it.Moonstone.My fingers went cold.“No,” I whispered.I shouldn’t have said it out loud.But I did.Because something inside me already knew this was not a gift.It was a decision.Nora opened it carefully.The moment the lid lifted—The air changed.Inside was a dress.Moonstone blue.Deep.Royal.Alive in its color.The kind of blue that didn’t belong to the fabric.It belonged to history.To crowns.To bloodlines.My breath caught without permission.I stepped back immediately.“No.”Nora frowned.

Elara POVSilence didn't follow Genevieve's accusation.It exploded.The banquet hall erupted instantly.Voices.Questions.Fear.Suspicion.Hundreds of people speaking at once.And somehowI couldn't hear any of them clearly.Because one sentence kept repeating inside my head.Because Elara served that wine herself.No.My pulse hammered violently.I hadn't served anyone.I hadn't touched the servant.I hadn't even gone near that tray.But the room wasn't interested in truth.The room was interested in evidence.And evidence was dangerous.A royal guard stepped forward.Then another.Then a third.Not toward Genevieve.Toward me.The sight made my stomach twist.No.Not again.Not like this.The healer stood slowly.His expression was troubled."The poison originated from the goblet assigned to Lady Elara's table."The room erupted again.Every eye landed on me.Every whisper became a blade."Impossible."Caspian's voice cut through the chaos.Cold.Sharp.Royal.The prince stepped b