Novels by Moonchild

Dear Readers, I can’t believe we’ve reached the end of Kelly’s story. Writing this book has been an emotional rollercoaster, and I know many of you have felt the highs and lows just as deeply as I have. Kelly’s journey wasn’t easy, there was pain, heartbreak, and moments where it seemed like happiness was out of reach. But through it all, she found strength, love, and a future worth fighting for. To everyone who stuck by this story, who cried, laughed, and rooted for Kelly, Aiden, Adrian, and even the complicated characters like Anderson and Kate, thank you. Your love and support mean everything. Though this book has ended, Kelly’s story will always live on in our hearts. And who knows? Maybe one day, there will be more to tell. But for now, I hope this ending brings you the closure and warmth that Kelly fought so hard to find. With love and gratitude, MOONCHILD.

Kelly The sun is warm against my skin, the sky a perfect colour of blue. A soft breeze carries the scent of roses and fresh-cut grass. The sound of distant laughter and murmured conversations fills the air, blending seamlessly with the soft notes of a violin playing somewhere nearby. It’s perfect. Everything about this day feels surreal, like stepping into a dream I never dared to imagine. A real wedding. Not a hidden ceremony. Not a desperate attempt to silence rumors. Just love. I close my eyes for a brief moment, taking it all in. The gentle rustling of the trees. The faint sound of conversation. The quiet presence of everyone who matters. Adrian’s family is here. After months of resentment and distance, they came. His mother, his father, Olivia, both watching with cautious but genuine smiles. Susan is here, standing with them, her expression warm, proud. And in the distance, I see Aiden straightening his suit, looking nervous and determined at the same time. Harper,

KellyNine months. Nine long, exhausting, emotional months. And now, I’m here. In a hospital bed, drenched in sweat, gripping Adrian’s hand so tightly that I’m sure I’ve cut off his circulation. My body feels like it’s being torn apart, and yet, I push. “Just a little more, Kelly!” the doctor encourages. Easy for them to say. They aren’t the ones feeling like their body is being split open. Adrian leans close, his lips brushing my forehead. “You’re almost there,” he murmurs, his voice steady, calming. “I’ve got you.” Tears sting my eyes. I don’t know if it’s from the pain or the overwhelming feeling that this moment is actually happening. And then, a sharp cry fills the room. My breath catches. The world seemed to stop. The doctor lifts a tiny, wriggling body into the air. “It’s a girl!” A sob escapes me. I collapse back against the pillows, my whole body trembling. Tears slip down my temples as I hear my daughter’s first sounds. I did it. She’s here. Adrian presses a

Kelly The morning is cold, the kind of D.C winter chill that seeps through the layers of your clothes and lingers deep in your bones. I clutch my coffee cup tighter, trying to soak in the warmth as I step out of the café. The city is alive as always, cars honking, people hurrying past, lost in their own worlds. And then I see her. At first, I didn't recognize the figure crouched near the side of the building, wrapped in an oversized hoodie, the fabric frayed at the edges. Her hair is tangled, falling over a gaunt face. Her fingers, red from the cold, clutch a small cardboard sign. ‘Hungry. Please help.’My breath catches. Kate. She’s thinner than I remember. A shell of the woman she once was. She sits with her knees pulled close, gaze darting to every passerby, but no one stops. No one even looks at her. And I realize, this is what rock bottom looks like. For a long moment, I just stood there. Then, before I can talk myself out of it, I move. She doesn’t notice me at fir

Kelly It happens on a quiet afternoon. Adrian and I are sitting on the couch, Harper curled up between us, absentmindedly flipping through a picture book while Adrian scrolls through emails on his phone. It’s peaceful. And then, I see his posture stiffen. I glance at him. “What’s wrong?” His brows are furrowed, lips pressing into a thin line as he reads whatever message is on his screen. For a long moment, he doesn’t answer. Then, finally, he exhales, setting the phone down on his thigh. “My parents,” he says, rubbing his jaw. “They want to talk.” I blink. I wasn’t expecting that. “Talk… as in?” “As in dinner. A sit-down conversation.” He shakes his head slightly, as if he’s still processing it himself. “They sent an invitation. No conditions. Just… a request to see me.” I can’t tell if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. His parents and I became a sore subject, one of the few places where his love for me had cost him something. I know how deeply it hurt him when they rej

KellyThe call came in the middle of the night. I wake up to the sound of my phone vibrating on the nightstand. My first thought is that it’s Adrian, maybe he’s checking in from the living room where he sometimes falls asleep after reading. But when I grab my phone and see Susan’s name glowing on the screen, my stomach twists. I answer on the second ring. “He’s gone,” she says softly. Two words. Just two words, and for a second, I feel absolutely nothing. I sit there in the dark, the phone pressed to my ear, my mind blank. I should have expected it, Anderson’s health had been failing, and yet… hearing it, knowing it’s real, knowing there will never be another word, another regret-filled gaze, it’s different. Susan stays quiet, as if she knows I needed a moment. Then, like a wave finally crashing, it hits. A sharp, aching weight pressing down on my chest. My throat tightens, my vision blurs, and before I can stop it, I let out a small, choked sob. I feel Adrian shift be

Elvira’s POVThe moment the maid stepped out of Alpha Jaxon’s chambers, I knew something was wrong. Her face was drawn and uncertain, her steps hesitant as she approached me. Brielle had called in sick, leaving me alone to handle everything. I’d hoped maybe, just maybe, I could steal a moment with Alpha Jaxon. Talk to him at least.The maid lowered her gaze. “Lady Elvira,” she said softly, “I’m sorry, but Alpha Jaxon said he doesn’t want to see you.”I blinked. “What? That can’t be true. He—”She cut me off quickly, gently but firmly. “He made it clear he doesn’t want to see you. I’m sorry.”Something splintered inside of me. I nodded slowly, holding back the rising tide of emotions, and turned away.But my heart had already shattered.I didn’t know where I was walking. I just let my legs take me wherever they wanted. Maybe I was hoping the ground would open up and swallow me whole. Maybe if I walked far enough, the pain would reduce.Tears streamed down my cheeks, warm and unrelentin

Jaxon’s POVI stormed into the council chambers, not bothering to knock. My patience was thin, and I needed answers. And there he was.Kairo sat comfortably, too comfortably, with his legs crossed and propped up on the grand mahogany desk like he owned the damn place. His arms were folded behind his head, eyes shut in a smug, infuriating expression of arrogance. The disrespect in his posture made something inside me snap.He opened one eye, smirked.“You’re late,” he said casually.I hissed, turning to Ronan instead, ignoring the bastard for a moment before I did something I’d regret.“Where is the messenger?” I demanded, jaw clenched.Ronan let out a long exhale and lowered his voice. “Alpha Ryn sent in Kairo. He’s the messenger.”I chuckled bitterly, a hollow sound that echoed through the council hall. My fists tightened at my sides. “A very cruel life we live. Is this some kind of sick joke? Has it come to this?”Kairo slowly sat upright, brushing imaginary dust off his lap. “Oh,

Jaxon’s POVI sat at the far end of the balcony, the silence of the night resting heavily on my shoulders. The stars on the sky blinked against me, distant and different. The soft hum of people echoed below—laughter, music, footsteps of festival goers going with joy. But none of it reached me.I stared at my watch. Deric was late. I had sent a message to him in Bloodmoon, asking him to come see me privately.The longer I waited, the more the questions tangled in my head like thorny vines. I felt the shift in the air before I heard the footsteps. I turned to see Deric.He emerged from the darkness, his long coat flaring behind him.“You’re late,” I muttered, not looking at him.“I had matters to attend to,” he replied, tone smooth, laced with a cold expression. We greeted briefly, a nod, a stiff handshake—brothers in name, strangers in times like this.Deric moved closer, leaning against the stone railing beside me. “I heard what happened with Alpha Mira’s… how are you holding up?”I

Elvira's POVThe day two Festival ended, Morrien felt different—quieter, almost empty. The once-lively grounds now echoed only with the distant rustle of trees, as it usually does but tonight, it felt lonelier. I wandered the corridors, my fingers grazing the cool stone walls as I searched for Alpha Jaxon. He hadn’t returned to his chambers after the festival, and a strange worry rosed to my chest. Something about the way he kept pacing, waiting, unsettled me deeply. But it wasn’t just concern for him that pushed me forward, it was guilt. A deep, insistent guilt I couldn’t silence since I overheard Alpha Deric and Ronan talking about the Moonshade dust.What plan had failed? And why did it involve me?I rounded a corner too quickly and collided with a firm chest.“Oh—I’m sorry—” I gasped, stepping back, only to freeze as I looked up into the sharp eyes of Alpha Callan.His expression was unreadable. Cold and detached. His usually golden-brown eyes felt like shards of amber, sharp and

Elvira's POVFestival Day Two. I didn’t leave my room after Kairo’s visit.The phone he left behind was still on the bed, right where he dropped it, almost like a curse laid open, mocking me. I stared at it for hours, uncertain what to do with it. Back home, I was never allowed to touch such things—only Elyra and my step-brothers did. They knew how to use one, how to text, take photos, navigate the world with apps and smooth swipes. Me? I wasn’t even taught the basics. I picked it up once, pressed the side like I’d seen Kairo do. The screen flickered on, then off again. Nothing. I didn’t even know how to call someone. It felt stupid, helpless even. What would I even say if I did manage to reach him? “Hi, I’m sorry, but I don’t know how to use a cellphone ?”I set it down.The air in the room felt suffocated than usual, filled with a kind of silence that could suffocate. I stood by the window and pulled the curtain aside. In Morrien, the night always seemed to arrive quicker. The sun

JaxonThe air in the war room drifted in and out. Outside, the wind howled through the mountains, but within these four walls, my mind was far from eased.I looked around the table, Talon sat with his arms crossed, jaw tight. Callan tapped his fingers restlessly against the wood. Kale had a scowl etched into his face so deep it looked permanent. And Ronan... Ronan was calm, the kind that always came before he said something outrageous. I had called them privately to share our opinions together. “This isn’t good,” Talon muttered, breaking the silence. “Scouts from Rivershade have crossed the southern ridge. They’re not even hiding anymore.”I nodded. I had seen the reports. Rivershade’s subtlety was gone. That meant only one thing: pressure.“They’re looking for a reason,” I said. “And if they had found the rogue corpse, that would’ve been one”“Can we afford another war?” Kale asked, his voice low. “Not with what happened decades ago. I’m scarred that we might end up starting a fight

EloiseThe world felt smaller these days, tight even, suffocating, like it was closing in on me. Every corner I turned, Jennifer’s name stared back at me, mocking me. Billboards with her smug face smiled down from above, flashing the latest collection of “her” jewelry designs. My designs. Pieces I’d spent months perfecting, only for her to steal them right from under me. It wasn’t just the ads. It was everywhere. Social media, magazines, even casual conversations overheard at the coffee shop. Her success was a constant reminder of my failure. A reminder of how I’d let her, and everyone else win. I clutched my mug tightly, staring blankly at the TV as another ad played, showcasing Jennifer’s “brilliant new collection.” My fingers tightened around the ceramic until I thought it might crack. “She’s everywhere,” I muttered under my breath, the bitterness dripping from my words. “How does she keep getting away with this?” “Because she’s good at playing the victim,” Ava said from ac

Lucian I leaned back in the leather chair, staring out at the skyline of the city. The view from my office always gave me a sense of power, as if I could control the world with the snap of my fingers. And I could. Or at least, I could control the ventures of Eloise. The thought of her made my jaw tighten. I couldn't believe the audacity of her, thinking she could stand up to me like this. All these years, I’d held the reins, guided her, shaped her into who she was. And yet, since the divorce, she’d changed. Or maybe she hadn’t changed at all. Maybe I had just missed it. Eloise had always been strong-willed. It’s one of the reasons I’d married her. She wasn’t like the others, docile, eager to please. She had a fire in her, a determination that I thought I could tame, bend to my will. She didn’t care for all the things I could give her—money, power, prestige, although her family was quite wealthy then. Or maybe she was after something deeper. That’s what made her different. And it

Eloise I stood there, my body frozen, fists clenched at my sides as Lucian held Max in his arms, like he had every right to be here. Max’s innocent smile nearly shattered my anger. He had no idea the kind of man Lucian was, the kind of betrayal he represented. My son saw only a father who was too busy to care for him, returning as though nothing had happened. Lucian met my gaze, unbothered, like he had every right to speak as if he’d been here for him all along. “No, Max, your mom and I weren’t fighting,” he said, his tone too calm. “We were just talking about something serious.” I wanted to yell, to drag him out of here by the collar, but I couldn’t. Not in front of Max. Not when my son still clung to the hope that his father wasn’t the stranger he’d become. I swallowed down the rage building in my chest, forcing myself to keep my voice steady. “Max, sweetheart, why don’t you go to bed now? It's late,” I said, my words soft but clipped, betraying the storm inside me.

Eloise The house was quiet except for Max’s giggles upstairs as he played with the toy car I’d brought him. I was in the kitchen humming an old tune, my way of distracting myself from all the chaos I had dragged into the house. It was supposed to be a calm evening. I’d finally gotten a chance to pick up Max after all the drama of the past few days. Holding him in my arms had felt like a balm to my soul. A sudden knock startled me out of my thoughts. Frowning, I went to the door. When I opened it, Mike was there, his face etched with concern. He didn’t say anything at first. Instead, he stepped in and wrapped me in a tight hug, his warmth seeping into me. When he pressed a kiss to my forehead, it felt like the world around me melted away, just for a moment. I let out a shaky breath. “What are you doing here?” He pulled back, his hands still on my shoulders as he looked me over. “I needed to see you, you weren't picking up.” His voice was soft, yet firm, the way it always wa

Eloise The questions were becoming too much. The press crowded closer, their microphones like weapons pointed at me, demanding answers I didn’t have. Jennifer’s voice rose above the cacophony, smooth and laced with fake sorrow. “All I’ve ever wanted was to support Eloise,” she said, her crocodile tears shedding uncontrollably “We’re sisters, after all. But how do you reconcile with someone who hates you for no reason? And now… this?” She gestured toward her designs—my designs like they were some divine gift she’d crafted from her soul. My chest tightened, I couldn’t breathe. A client who had been eagerly discussing a purchase earlier suddenly turned away, whispering to her companion. Their eyes darted toward me, judgment heavy in their expressions. It was Jennifer’s words, It was always her words. She knew how to wield them like a knife, slicing through my composure, my reputation. Tears burned my eyes, streaking down my face before I could stop them. No! Not in front of these

Eloise The exhibition hall shimmered under the glow of soft elegant lighting, reflecting off the display cases that housed my jewelry pieces. Each one carried months of hard work, sleepless nights, and relentless determination. This moment was supposed to be mine to prove that I could stand on my own without Lucian, without anyone. I stood behind my display, forcing a composed smile as people filtered through, their voices blending into a distant hum. I should’ve been happy with the small victories, the approving glances, the murmurs of admiration, but anxiety sat heavy in my stomach. And then I saw them. Lucian and Jennifer walked in together, arm in arm. My ex-husband and my stepsister, the perfect picture of betrayal wrapped in designer suits and feigned sophistication. Jennifer’s smile was wide, as if she hadn’t stolen everything from me. Lucian leaned in, whispering something to her, and she laughed softly, her head tilting in that practiced demure way. My heart clenched