All Chapters of MOONBOUND: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CHAPTER TWELVEPOV: ELARAThe imprint did not feel the way I expected. I had braced for something romantic like a warmth, pull, you know the kind of thing novels described in italics. What it actually felt like was rewiring. Someone had taken the circuitry of my nervous system and updated it without asking. I started knowing things before they were obvious for instance like an anger in the heart disguised as a smile on the face. The most interesting part was how much I could feel Lucien. I could feel Lucien from the opposite end of the estate like a frequency my body was permanently tunned too. I hated that most of all. I know I presented like I enjoyed this, but maybe yes, I did enjoy some part of it but for most part, I didn't have a choice, I had nothing else. Lucien saved me and kept me.But me, the only thing I kept was a notebook.Small and black with that elastic band. I had bought three of them from the stationery drawer in the east wing study on day four because documentat

CHAPTER FOURTEENPOV: ELARAWhy the fuck would Marcus tell Nadia things about me because she could have only gotten the information from me.BEEP BEEP!BEEP BEEP!Then he explained to me."She told me she was in danger and that Lucien was dangerous," Marcus said, his voice trembling like he had spent the night deciding how to say something. "She sat in my kitchen and cried and told me Lucien Blackwood destroyed Ethan and that she was sorry for how she treated you and was desperate to make peace but couldn’t reach you at all whether physically or otherwise." he sighed looking very guilty.“She said if you saw her coming you could throw her out and won’t let her come in, I don’t know what I was thinking or why I even believed her, I…”I closed my eyes. "What did you give her, Marcus?"A silence that lasted too long."Marcus.""Your morning schedule," he said. "The name of the guard you liked. I thought I was helping."I didn't say anything. There was nothing to say that would make wh

CHAPTER SIXTEENPOV: ELARAThere is no way in hell that I am pregnant, it’s literally impossible!The second panel took eleven minutes. I know because I counted every one of them sitting on that examination table in a room that smelled like antiseptic, staring at my own hands like they belonged to someone else. “I am so sorry to tell you this, but you might never be able to have children.”That was what the doctor with kind eyes and careful voice told me at age twenty-two, that this was not something my body could do. And that period, I had grieved it and continued my life around its absence. And now I was sitting in a werewolf's medical wing being told that the thing I had buried four years ago had come back. Like it had simply been waiting for the right circumstances to prove everyone wrong.Eleven minutes.I watched my hands. The knuckles. The thin scar on my right index finger from a box cutter in a moving company's office at twenty-three when I was packing up the apartment that

CHAPTER EIGHTEENPOV: ELARA"You need to get in the back room," Marcus said. He wasn't looking at me. He was looking at the street through the gap in the curtain with the expression of a man rapidly regretting every life decision that led to this moment."Marcus, ""Elara. Back room. Now.""How many?"He let the curtain fall. "Enough."I had been at the apartment for six hours.Long enough to take a shower that lasted until the hot water ran out and to sit on Marcus's couch with my knees pulled up with the black notebook open on my lap writing nothing in it for forty minutes because the thing I needed to document was still moving and I couldn't find its edges yet. Long enough to eat half a bowl of the soup Marcus made without being asked, this was the kind of language of care he'd been using since we were fifteen and had never once required acknowledgement.I stayed long enough to start to feel like myself again.Then Marcus came in from the front room with the curtain still moving

CHAPTER TWENTYPOV: ELARA"You need to eat something," Lucien said.I looked at the plate he had set in front of me before I looked at him. He was standing at the kitchen counter with his jacket off and his sleeves rolled up and he looked like he had decided that feeding me was a problem he could actually solve, unlike everything else currently on fire around us."I'm not hungry," I said."I know," he said."Eat anyway."I ate not because he told me to but because the baby was hungry even when I wasn't, and that was the most disorienting thing that had happened to me in a week full of disorienting things.The ribs took four days to stop being the first thing I was aware of every morning.The healing, the Pack doctor said, was faster than standard given the imprint's effect on my physiology another thing my body was doing, accelerating on a timeline that belonged to someone else's biology.I lay in the estate's east wing bed on the first morning back wondering about all the information