Lahat ng Kabanata ng MOONHAVEN CHRONICLES: The Captive mate : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

My heart breaks, not for myself as I know I’m about to die. My heart breaks for not having more time with my mate,Tyson. My heart breaks for failing MoonHaven. My heart breaks for the number of soldiers that will fall today.Tears roll down my face again.My other knees bend too, as I fall.But I have seen Mr Thomas fall and not raise, I know a boy has just become an orphan. I know more will if I give up. I know the elderly woman that kissed her son goodbye will be waiting outside her door for her only son to return. I know the daughter that braided flowers into her father’s hair can’t have her father’s love cut off just like that. I know the pregnant woman that cried when her husband left for this war, will be crying and praying, hoping her husband return for their unborn child.The children waiting back home, will they be slaughtered or turn into slaves? And I know MoonHaven deserves a future. A better and brighter future. So I push myself through the pains. Blood drips from my no

The first thing I feel when I open my eyes is Tyson. Not the room, not the bed. Not the dull ache in every muscle of my body.Tyson.His scent surrounds me, cedarwood and rain and something uniquely him. His hand is wrapped tightly around mine, and the moment my eyes flutter open, the bond between us surges like a live wire.Relief, fear and love. So much love that it nearly steals my breath.“There you are,” I whisper, my voice rough from disuse.For a second, Tyson just stares at me. Then he moves.One moment he is standing at the edge of the bed, and the next he is on me, gathering me into his arms so carefully and yet so tightly that I can barely breathe.I laugh weakly. “Tyson…”He buries his face in my neck. His body is trembling.The mighty Alpha of MoonHaven feared by enemies, obeyed by hundreds is shaking because of me.“You do not ever do that to me again,” he growls, his voice thick and unsteady. “Do you hear me?”I thread my fingers through his dark hair, my chest tighteni

Two months pass after the Oracle’s visit, and nothing happens.No warnings, no attacks, no sudden darkness creeping into the edges of our world.Life, for the first time in what feels like forever, begins to breathe again.MoonHaven settles.People move freely through the streets without glancing over their shoulders. Children play outside again. The guards at the borders no longer stand like they are waiting for war to begin at any second.Peace looks real. Almost believable.Almost.But what unsettles me more than anything is not the silence. It is the way people look at me now.Respect.Fear.Reverence.And something dangerously close to worship. It follows me everywhere.At first, I think it will fade with time. That the story will die down once something newer comes along. But it doesn’t.It spreads.Fast.The news of how I “single-handedly destroyed the witches” travels across MoonHaven like wildfire. I hear it in whispers when I walk past markets. I see it in the way elders low

TysonThe moment I realize Naya is gone, MoonHaven goes into lockdown. Every gate, every road, every hidden trail leading in or out of the territory.Locked.No one enters.No one leaves.I don’t care how inconvenient it is. I don’t care who complains. My mate is missing and nothing else matters. Within minutes, the entire security network is activated. The surveillance footage from the nursery plays repeatedly on every monitor inside the command center.Again.And again.And again.Each replay makes my rage worse. Naya walks through the gate carrying a cake box. She smiles at someone off-camera. Then she enters the building.And disappears. No exit, no struggle, no alarm. Nothing. It is impossible. Yet there it is. Recorded evidence of the impossible.Connor stands beside me, studying the footage. His expression is grim.“They knew.”I don’t look away from the screen. “I know.”Whoever took Naya knows exactly where the surveillance cameras are. Exactly where the blind spots are. Exac

TysonThe drive back to MoonHaven is the longest of my life. No one speaks, not Connor, not the warriors riding behind us.Not even my wolf.The silence inside the SUV is suffocating, broken only by the low hum of the engine and the sound of tires eating away at the endless stretch of road.The folded note rests in my palm.I’ve read it so many times the edges have already begun to soften. I’m still alive. Three words.Three words that keep me breathing, three words that keep me from tearing this entire world apart. I unfold it again. Connor glances at me from the passenger seat but wisely says nothing.The symbol of the Veil still sits beneath Naya’s handwriting, mocking me.Below that… Three tiny dots arranged into a triangle. I trace them with my thumb.“Naya,” I murmur. “You knew I’d find this.”She always leaves breadcrumbs. Even when we’re baking together, she marks her recipe cards with tiny triangles instead of numbering them.She once laughed and said it helped her remember t