All Chapters of MOONHAVEN CHRONICLES: The Captive mate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter TwoAs much as I would love to get myself some buzz, I can’t do that with my state of unemployment. I hardly get drunk, it takes a lot of alcohol to get me to that state. Lucky me, nothing ever works my way. Back when my mum was still alive, she used to tell me I am wasting my time trying to get buzzed. I will need a dozen bottles before it will work on me. Again, she never really tells me why my system is built differently, and back then I didn’t suspect anything. I just thought I can handle my bottles, that’s why. But just as my mother was about to take her last breath, she told me to run, that I am not like others and they will come for me.Who are the others, and what exactly is coming for me? Nope, Mama never explains. One would think that since we have been alive together for years, she would have had enough time to tell me why I am different or who my father is, but nope. No such information.Color me surprised when, after my mum dies in my arms, I held her and scream

I think I fainted again I regain consciousness at the same time I feel a hand brush mine, but when I open my eyes, Alpha is standing a little far from me, looking as if he is ready to cut off my neck.He frowns. “You really fainted. You were not pretending. I could taste your fear and confusion.”Taste my… never mind. We have already concluded that this hot man is cra-cra.I swallow hard. “Was that real? Of course it was. I saw it happen. But it’s not possible…” I shake my head as if to clear it.Alpha’s frown deepens. I almost reach out to smooth it away. I must have really hit my head hard. God, I can’t possibly be attracted to this man with unknown, but definitely not good, intentions toward me.“You came to spy on us blindly without getting complete information or knowing what you’re getting into.” Then he mutters something about not seeing me as a foolish woman.I refuse to grace him with a reply. I keep telling them I’m not a spy. Seriously, how can they render me unconscious,

When Tyson touched me, my breath hitches, my heart stutters. And then starts racing again, faster, louder, like it’s trying to break out of my chest.Tyson’s eyes darken.“Your pulse…” he murmurs.“What about it?” I manage.“It reacts to me.”I swallow. “That’s because you’re insane and unpredictable.”But my voice isn’t as steady as I want it to be.His thumb shifts slightly against my skin, and I feel it, that same strange pull.Stronger now, warmer.It spreads through me like heat, curling low in my stomach, wrapping around my chest, my lungs, my thoughts.What is this?“What did you do to me?” I whisper.His jaw tightens. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”Then he drops his hand. Just like that, the moment breaks. I suck in a breath like I’ve been underwater.Tyson steps back, creating distance again, but I can see it now, he’s affected too. Not as obvious, but it’s there. In the tension of his shoulders. In the way his hands flex slightly, like he’s resisting something.“Th

Aiden’s words don’t leave me.They cling.When this goes wrong… it always does.I’ve heard versions of that sentence my whole life. Different faces. Different places. Same ending. Trouble follows me, people get hurt, people die. I didn’t wait to see if he’s right again.I don’t run immediately. That would be stupid. Instead, I watch.I stay quiet. Keep my head down. Move when they expect me to move, stand where they expect me to stand. Tyson gets pulled into something, orders, strategy, low voices with his people and for the first time since I got here… His attention isn’t fully on me.That’s my window. I slip away slowly at first, like I’m just another body moving through the house. No sudden movements. No panic. Just careful, measured steps. My heart starts to pick up, but I force myself to stay calm. Panicking is how you get caught. I’ve done this before.Too many times.I find a back exit half open, probably from the earlier rush and slide through it without hesitation. The moment

I stormed back to my room, slamming the door hard enough for the echo to rattle the thin walls.I’m angry, furious, even. Tyson can be infuriating in ways that make your skin crawl and your blood boil all at once. But underneath that… there’s something else. Something undeniable. Something that sings in my chest whenever he’s near. I hate it. I hate that it exists. Hate how good and safe it makes me feel. And yet… it’s so strong it’s almost frightening.I pace the small space, fists clenched, heart hammering.I sink onto the edge of the bed, resting my forehead in my hands. Tyson’s gaze, the pull, that low hum in the air that’s just… him. It’s not something I can rationalize. Not yet. And I’m not sure I ever will.The next morning, I decide to leave my room and wander the camp. Fresh air might help and maybe I can make sense of any of this.I stroll past tents, training grounds, and guards on patrol. Everything looks… normal, in the way that only this place can be. It’s structured, or