All Chapters of BOUND TO THE MOONCREST ALPHA : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Scarlett My gaze hovered over him for another few minutes before I turned and walked away. If he was a friend, then I didn't mind, but if he turned out to be a foe, I would toss him into the fire and watch him burn along with those devils.I stalked into my room and shut the door with a light thud. I fell onto the couch, my head tipped back, and I let out a shaky breath. Soon, very soon, they will be gone. For now, I need to focus on proving my son's innocence. I had more than enough evidence to prove Vassina’s illicit deeds.Underneath her facade was a traitor, one who committed all kinds of acts: tampering with pack funds in amounts no one knew about (not even Liam), and killing maids who didn't submit to her ridiculous will. The files contained more than enough evidence to get her killed off, but they didn't contain any trace of Lucian’s death.Five days wasn't enough for the guards to find the physician, and heavens knew if she was still alive. I throbbed my forehead. Aside from

CREIGHTON FOUR DAYS LATERThe huge, imposing door pulled open as I stepped in. Heads lowered and knees dropped as they anchored the same words:“Long live the Luna of Lunas.”Deep down, they couldn't wait to pounce on me, to shred me to pieces. My gaze met Vassina, who wore the biggest smirk. Today was the day one of us goes down, and it wasn't going to be me.Liam stared at me; every single gaze was fixed on me. This wasn't a court; it was a den of hungry wolves.“Shall we begin?” Baba said.Elder Valyekier stood. “We got reports that you think an injustice was done.”Think? He was here; he sat in that very fucking chair four years ago and watched my son be killed off, and yet he is here presuming this was all in my head.“You think your son was killed wrongly. You accuse our Luna and cause some disturbance. Today we are giving you a chance to prove it. We are giving you a chance to prove yourself—and if you cannot...” His gaze met mine. “You will be subjected to a harsh punishment.

MARIA“I failed her... I watched it all happen, I...”I dragged myself deeper into the dark, suffocating shadows of the stone hallway, my head bowed low, my eyes stinging with a hot cascade of tears. My breath came in shallow, ragged hitches.*I should have known!* I screamed at myself in the quiet of my mind. I should have known those bastards were up to something. I should have been sharper, more vigilant; I should have inspected every plate, every drop of wine, as I always did. Why did I let my guard down? Why did I trust the quiet?My heart twisted as if a physical hand were wringing it dry.The memory of her on the floor—blood pouring from her lips as the color drained from her skin, leaving her ash-pale—haunted the insides of my eyelids. I couldn't save Lucian; I had stood by helpless, unable to do a single thing for that precious boy. And now... I had promised myself I would protect her. I thought I would never let history repeat itself, yet here I was, drowning in the exact sa

Scarlett My eyes fluttered open as the harsh, golden sunlight poked through the heavy velvet curtains, pricking my irises. I hissed, turning my head into the soft linen pillow and raising a trembling hand to rub the sleep from my face.“Momma!” a bright, tiny voice chimed.I stirred, the darkness fading as my eyes locked onto a pair of vivid ocean-blue eyes staring down at me. His little apple cheeks flushed a rosy pink, and his lips parted into one of his signature, mischievous grins.“Momma!” he squeaked, scrambling over the tangled bedsheets and crawling toward me on all fours. “Good morning, Momma!”“Good morning, my love,” I breathed, a soft smile spreading across my face as I opened my arms. He immediately threw his tiny frame into my embrace, burying his face in the crook of my neck.Over his dark curls, my gaze darted to the corner of the room. Maria stood beside the wardrobe, a sweet, serene smile lingering on her lips.“What happened?” I asked, my voice still thick with sle

Creighton My lips crashed down on hers, and I completely stiffened.Her lips were warm. They were sweet, possessing a terrifying power that instantly weakened my knees, sending a tremor through my entire body. I clung to her, my hands cupping her delicate face, holding her not like a man who was unraveling, nor simply like a man yearning for her touch. I held her as if she were made of spun glass—terrified that if I pressed with even a fraction more force, she would crumble, that she would slip through my grasp like sand, and that this cruel, agonizing illusion would shatter around me into sharp, painful shards.“Kiss me hard, Killian,” she pleaded, her breath hitching against my cheek.Her voice was sweet, intoxicating music to my battered soul. I held on tighter, my hand sliding down the smooth curve of her spine to grip her slender waist, pulling her flush against my bare body until there was no space left between us. I needed to hold her, to feel her heart beating violently agai