All Chapters of Moonlight Reborn: Unlikely Mate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

CHAPTER NINETY TWO DAMON Point of View I stood alone in the heart of the pack, the silence deafening. Tyla's absence was like a gaping hole, leaving me feeling empty and lost. I missed her. I missed our conversations, our laughter, and our quiet moments together. I missed the way she smiled, the way her eyes sparkled, and the way her presence made me feel alive. Regret overwhelmed me, thinking about the circumstances that forced her to leave. I wished I could turn back time, wished I could change the course of events. I wished that she didn't have to go. But life didn't work that way. Some things were beyond our control, and all we could do was accept and move on. She needed ro attend the meeting, and to also return to Jonathan. It was not possible for her to stay here forever. It would only cause more and more war. I sighed, feeling the weight of loneliness settle in. Everywhere felt empty, too quiet, and too still. I wandered through the park, searching for something, anything, to

CHAPTER NINETY FOUR JONATHAN Point of View The satisfaction coursing through my veins was intoxicating. Everything had unfolded exactly as I had planned—better, even. I couldn't stop the smirk that spread across my face as I walked down the hallway toward Tyla's room. The memory of her face when Jessica betrayed her was something I would cherish forever. The shock, the hurt, the disbelief. it was beautiful to witness. The guards posted outside her door straightened as I approached. They knew better than to question me. "I need a moment with my wife," I said, my voice dripping with authority. They nodded, unlocking the door without hesitation. The power I wielded now was exhilarating. The elders had sided with me, Jessica had betrayed her closest ally, and Tyla was now nothing more than a prisoner in her own home. The door swung open, revealing Tyla huddled in the corner of the room. The chains around her wrists rattled slightly as she raised her head to look at me. Her eyes, once de

CHAPTER NINETY-SIX DAMON Point of View The message from the general council sat on my desk like a physical weight. I'd read it three times already, but the words remained unchanged: Alpha Damon, The Council of Elders wishes to remind you that the appointed date for your challenge against Alpha King Damisus approaches. As per supernatural law, we must confirm your intention to proceed. Should you wish to withdraw your challenge, you must declare so formally before the next full moon. We await your response. —The Council of Eight Packs I crumpled the paper in my fist, feeling my claws extend involuntarily and pierce the parchment. The implied insult burned like acid in my veins. Withdraw my challenge? After everything Damisus had done? "Cowards," I muttered, tossing the ruined letter aside. I paced the length of my office, trying to calm the rage that threatened to consume me. The sun was setting now, casting long shadows across the land we'd fought for. Land that might soon be conte

CHAPTER NINETY-EIGHT DAMON Point of View The phone rang just after midnight. I'd been poring over maps of the neutral territory where the challenge would take place, memorizing every hill and hollow, every stream and stone that might provide advantage or disadvantage. My eyes burned from fatigue, but sleep had been elusive these past nights. The display lit up with a number I didn't recognize. Few people had this private line. Fewer still would dare to call at such an hour. "Who is this?" I demanded, pressing the phone to my ear. A low chuckle came through the speaker, rich with authority and arrogance. "You don't recognize the voice of your king, young Alpha?" My blood ran cold. Damisus. The Alpha King himself. I straightened in my chair, my free hand curling into a fist on the desktop. "You're not my king." "You have not agreed still? Not yet," Damisus agreed, his tone pleasant as if we were discussing the weather. "But soon enough, when you kneel before me in defeat, you'll addre

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED TYLA Point of View The chains shook with every step I took, a constant reminder that I was held captive. Five steps from the bed to the window. Seven to the bathroom door. Twelve to the bookshelf in the corner. I had counted them all, memorized the exact length, learned precisely how far I could go before the metal bit into my ankle and brought me up short. Days had passed since I had been locked in my room. How many, I couldn't be sure anymore. The window offered glimpses of daylight and darkness, but in my disfigured state, everything began to blue. I couldn't distinguish between day and night. I limped across the room, the chain dragging behind me like a reluctant shadow. My ankle was raw where the metal cuff had rubbed the skin away, leaving it tender and inflamed. The pain was a dull throb now, something I'd learned to push to the background of my awareness. There were worse pains to focus on. I made my way to the bookshelf and ran my fingertips over the spi