All Chapters of BOUND TO THE MOONCREST ALPHA : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

His words echoed in my head, haunting my vision, it was like every corner I looked he was there, repeating those sane words and I hate the way I react to it. The way my heart tugged, the way his words poured hot liquid through my spine and doused the coldness Worthing. I hated that Ii couldn't control it I was dreading in a path that would leave to my demise, I was feeding the monsters that would consume me.After hours of tossing and turning, strangerly I couldn't sleep not because of my nightmare, it was because his voice haunted my mind, my brain automatically replays his words still it was etched deep into my mind.I rustled out a sigh and sirabg up to my feet.Since sleeping was a luxury I couldn't afford, I would drodn myself in work but as I walked out, my foot stirred me to the field while I soak into moonlight, it felt perfect, like the coldness I needed, the reminder tjetvi was different, I wasn't meant to feel him, to feel!!. And just when I thought I had rebuilt the littl

Scarlett The pressure inside the mansion reaches its ultimate peak, the silence thick and unforgiving, pressing against my skin.I inhaled sharply, my gaze glued to the book, my mind far from whatever the content was; the ink had blurred somewhere between my guilt and the gnawing feeling that wrenched my gut.A loud thud echoed through the cool night, yanking me out of the cloud of thought. I flinched when the sky rumbled even louder, thunder cracking through the dark clouds.I barely exhaled my breath before yet another thunderclap rippled through the clouds, accompanied by a loud spark, then darkness.I stilled.The thunder must have affected the power grid of the mansion. I swung my feet out of my bed; thankfully, I had lived in this room long enough to imprint the layout into my mind. I moved like I could see, reaching for the cupboard where my phone lay just to grab a flashlight.It was better than nothing.I thought, switching it on as I walked to the window. The cool air whipp

The stench of rotting leaves damped the moist air thick, letting out the disgusting smell of decaying bodies, dried leaves filled the air. I moved through the forest in a soundless glide, my gaze cutting through the darkness as I made my way toward my little torture toy.I had come across plenty of fools in my time, but she… she topped them all. She had some nerve to pull off the most stupid act in history, and I was going to have the time of my life ripping her apart piece by piece. She would beg and wish for death, but death wouldn't come. Not yet. Not until she experienced every single ounce of pain she had inflicted. She would bleed out from every hole in her body and pray for the end, wishing she wasn't so damn stupid—wishing I hadn't dragged her back from death’s gasp just to break her myself.The cold wind bit at my skin as I stepped into the dark alley and turned toward the hidden entrance.I never believed in torture. I never liked wasting time when two quick strikes could f

Hazel The silence Maria left behind was heavier than the conversation itself. I stood frozen in the center of the room, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. *Even the walls have ears, Empress.*The title—the one I had buried under layers of ash and exile—sent a shiver down my spine. I scanned the room, my eyes darting from the heavy velvet curtains to the intricate crown molding. I reached out with my senses, searching for the hum of a listening spell or the greasy residue of sorcery, but the air felt clean. Static. Then, the realization hit me like a physical blow. I didn't need magic to be overheard.I wrenched the door open and stepped into the hallway, my gaze snapping between my chambers and the adjacent suite. The architecture of this wing was ancient, built decades before I had ever set foot in this pack’s territory. It was originally designed for the crown prince—a nursery turned tactical suite where every sigh, every whisper, and every rustle of sheets was

Scarlett The door burst open, dragging my attention toward it. My gaze landed on Vassina, who rushed in, her face marked with a fear that reeked of being fake. My hand still held the fork, which was inches away from Liam’s eye. I was still close enough that I could see the fear rolling off him—the desperate cry for help. Just then, my gaze landed on the man who walked behind Vassina.I froze.Memories I thought I'd forgotten surged back as my jaw locked hard. He was here; he was alive and well, and he…Baba?“Liam!” Vassina screamed. I pulled away slowly, dropping the fork as it let out a clattering sound.She rushed over to Liam, who was still rigid for the simple reason that he had almost lost his other eye—this time not to a dagger, but to a fork. A simple utensil would have rendered him physically useless.“How dare you?” Vassina screamed. “I know you don't like me; I know you hate us, but attacking the Alpha in his palace is pure disrespect.” She turned her gaze to Liam, cupping