All Chapters of Moon Madness: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Aiden POVI wake to silence.Not the peaceful kind.The wrong kind.The space beside me is empty, the sheets cold where warmth should still linger. I don't move at first. I don't need to. My senses stretch outward automatically, cataloguing absence the way only an Alpha can.Her scent is fading.Fast.I sit up slowly, breath steady, pulse sharp."Well," I murmur. "That's new."The room is empty.Her dress is gone. Her heels too. The faint echo of her presence still clings to the air—heat, defiance, something wild and unyielding beneath it all.She was amazing.Not just beautiful. Not just skilled.Something rarer.Fire.The kind that doesn't burn out when challenged—but burns hotter.Maddox stirs inside me, restless and pleased.She ran, my wolf says, amused."She did," I agree quietly.My gaze shifts—and I notice it immediately.My clothes are gone.All of them.I look around once more, just to be sure.Nothing.A slow, incredulous laugh leaves my chest."She stole my clothes," I say

The hallway outside the gym smells wrong.Too sharp. Too familiar.I register it before I even see him—the faint, unmistakable scent of a vampire mixed with something artificial and sweet.Sandra's perfume.My shoulders tense on instinct. June stirs inside me, alert, irritated. Vampires never smell clean. There's always something cold underneath the polish, something that scrapes the back of your senses whether you want it to or not.Deon is standing by the lockers with her.Laughing.Or pretending to.Sandra's hand is on his arm, possessive and deliberate, her body angled just enough to be seen. She knows exactly who's watching. She always does.When Deon's eyes flick to mine, something hardens in his expression.He doesn't smile.He doesn't nod.He doesn't even acknowledge me.Instead, he turns slightly toward Sandra —as if I'm not there at all.That stings more than I expect.I tell myself I don't care. I tell myself it's irrelevant. We were never anything. Not really.Still, my ch

The bathroom is quiet when I slip inside.Too quiet.Fluorescent lights hum overhead. One of the stalls creaks softly like it moved on its own.I step toward the sink, turning on the water just to have noise.The mirror reflects my face.Calm.Controlled.A little too sharp around the eyes."You always do that?"My stomach drops.The voice is smooth. Familiar.Wrong.I don't turn immediately.Instead I shut off the water and reach for a paper towel."Do what?" I ask evenly."Play indifferent."He's behind me in the mirror.Leaning against the wall like he owns the room.Like he owns me."Are you avoiding me?" Deon asks softly.I meet his eyes in the reflection."You're not worth avoiding."His smile doesn't falter.But something in his gaze hardens.He pushes off the wall and moves closer.Too quiet.Vampire quiet.The air shifts colder as he steps into my space."You belong to me," he says conversationally. "Even if you're an Alpha-slut now."The word lands like acid.June surges ins

The door closes behind me with a soft click.Too soft.The kind of sound meant to calm, to reassure. It does neither.The principal sits at the head of the table, hands folded. The school counselor beside him, posture careful, professional.And across from them—Elder Morris.Sandra's uncle.June goes still inside me.He does not belong here.I don't sit down."With all due respect," I say calmly, "why is an elder from another pack present at a school disciplinary meeting?"The principal clears his throat. "The situation involves... inter-pack concerns."Elder Morris smiles thinly. "We're simply ensuring all parties are protected."Sandra sits beside him, wrapped in a pale cardigan that makes her look fragile. A bandage across her nose. Dark bruises blooming along her arms.She won't look at me.I take my seat slowly."Catherine," the counselor begins gently, "Sandra has made a serious accusation.""I'm aware," I say."She claims you assaulted her in the hallway.""That didn't happen.

The second time I walk into the administration office, I'm not alone.My father's presence fills the room before he says a word.David Evans doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't slam doors or make threats. He simply stands there—tall, broad, immovable—and the air changes around him. Even the principal straightens instinctively.Elder Morris is already seated.So is Sandra.She looks small now. Pale. Her nose is still swollen, a faint yellow bruise blooming beneath one eye. She won't look at me.Good."Let's proceed," the principal says, folding his hands. "Mr. Evans requested additional review.""Correction," my father says calmly. "I demanded it."Silence.He doesn't look at Sandra. He doesn't look at Morris. He looks directly at the principal."You accused my daughter of assault," he continues. "You involved pack authority. You disrupted her education and reputation. All without evidence."Elder Morris clears his throat. "We acted on testimony—""From a minor," my father cuts in, voi