All Chapters of The Alpha’s Moonstone: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Katla As we walked, I noticed that the city’s endless interlocking roads were organized into large rectangles named by numbers. Roads that ran east to west were even numbers and north to south were odd. Silver Tower was in the very center of the city, “prime real estate” Clarissa explained, and depending on the direction we were from that, a north, south, east, or west was added. “Meant to be Alpha?” Clarissa asked. Humans asked a lot of questions. “Something… happened… when the announcement was meant to be made,” I said, becoming uncomfortable. “Did you realize Damien was your mate and decided to be his Luna instead?” I could tell she was proud of herself using wolf words. “Not exactly,” I said. We rounded a corner and stopped in front of a glass door with a coffee bean fashioned to look like a full moon tucked behind a cloud and the name “The Roaming Bean” above the logo and “Proudly Serving Wolves and Humans for 75 year

Damien “Explain,” both Sargon and I growled at the same time, still glaring at Clarissa, who was more pale than usual. “I was upset,” Katla explained, “And Clarissa saw me sitting over there, crying. It’s just, the weight of everything…” and she started to trail off. “When she was upset, I suggested we go for a walk to help her clear her mind and get some air,” Clarissa picked up for her. “So we walked, and I saw a little wolf with a human—“ Katla was clearly amused by this. “A dog,” Clarissa finished. “We walked to the Roaming Bean. I thought it would be good for her to see other Wolf People, so she wouldn’t feel alone. Only, I didn’t know—“ Katla picked up, “She didn’t know what happened yesterday.” “And you told her while you were there?” I asked. “Yes, because Ronaldo told me about Viti saying I was dead and trying to make others follow Iceclaw. ‘Bend the knee,’ he said. It’s like Viti is trying to

Katla Several hours later I was sitting in the living room, it was twilight and the waxing crescent moon was just visible. Looking up and thinking about all I had learned today, I felt like it was mocking me. I was sipping hot chamomile tea, and Damien walked in with a small white rectangular box. “I know you’re worried, but would you like to see something sort of fun?” Damien asked, giving me a lopsided smile, running his fingers through his hair. “Sure, anything to take my mind off how stupid I was with laying the most incredibly beautiful and ancient…oh, and don’t forget magical, maybe, piece of jewelry I have ever seen laying out in the open,” it still stung to admit that. He slid the top of the box and inside was a black rectangle. He was smiling as he plopped it out into his hand. The back was purple. “Your favorite color if I’m not mistaken?” He looked at me for confirmation, and I nodded. He flipped it over to show the smooth black screen, and pushed a button on th

Clarissa It’s not that I started my career thinking I would work for wolf people, but until the past 24 hours, aside from Damien’s acquaintances from the pack realms calling him “Alpha” instead of “Mr. Silverburn,” you would have never known. They were perfectly integrated into the human world, and in fact, they own a very large portion of it. When I started working at Silverburn Tower, I was expecting to be in the mailroom, but after my interview, I was asked to come back to interview for an executive assistant position. That’s when I met Peter. He was clean cut and polished, something I definitely wasn’t. I felt out of place coming to the upper floors, let alone hoping for a position here. He saw something in me though and asked me back for another interview with Mr. Silverburn. I didn’t know much about the Silverburn family, and I certainly knew even less about wolf people before meeting him. I knew they were in the city of course, but didn’t really think anything of them. Some

Damien“Hear what?” I asked. “Someone said my name,” she said, looking around, “But there’s no one here.” The only times I had heard people hearing voices was when they were going crazy, but Katla didn’t strike me as the type to lose her mind. “She has been through a lot,” Sargon reminded. “Katla, I don’t think–” “No, there it is again,” she said, “Like earlier. It’s not menacing, just calling to me.” The buzzer clicked the door open, and we stepped inside the harshly lit pawn shop littered with instruments, lawn equipment, vintage clothing, antiques, comic books, pots, pans, old dusty books, paintings, assorted junk, and a display case of jewelry. The clerk, without looking up, said, “Well, I don’t have all night.” “Oh, we’re just looking,” Katla said. “We’re looking for a special piece. Something antique, in my favorite color, purple.” I had to give it to her, she was quick. The clerk looked at her and smiled, h