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THE MOONBINDER'S CURSE

Chapter 3 The Alpha at the Gates

Word Count: 1094    |    Released on: 07/02/2025

pte

ed in the air as Elara's hea

c

s of the monastery, and already Kieran stood at the Sanctum's doors

ged into motion, the calm unraveli

ers had trai

pped on their silvered weapons, the ones designed to break through a werewolf's hide. The

all, Master Orlaith r

stepping forward. "We need t

e flicked tow

linked.

adable. "You will not strengthe

lence fell b

urled into fists.

laith said smoothly. "Let'

r-she was their best bet at keeping Kieran from storming the Sa

to play with his prey? Or wor

teeth. "Send a b

N

er throat. "You're send

link. "That was n

en shift besid

oug

blade. Orlaith's gaze bore into Elara. "Go.

at Elara's veins, but

was no

heel and strode

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damp earth and pine filled Elara's lungs. The cold night

yond the thre

ne, The Alpha

Order had caged an

ir curled slightly at his temples, damp with the mist that clung to the air. His sharp, wolven eyes

sky, he looked differen

element, and h

but a pack. Some stood fully in human form, their postures relaxed but alert. Others rem

omach turn

eved Kieran a lone

ad not c

less attack, this

k a slow s

aid, his voice smo

her groun

ly. "Ah. So we're on a

ssion you came here fo

rumbled from his

ery detail to memory. She knew that look-it was the same one he

t it set her n

his head. "You

and she wasn't about

a smirk. "S

't change, but something fli

rest

against her like the weight of a thunders

at the way he said her name

remain loose. "You're not ex

"They told you I was a rab

convincing m

wer this time. "And

wallowe

eadable crossed his face.

barely more

ou're not

strange ripple

eat, she cou

den eyes sharp as a blade's edge. Th

lm. "I didn't co

usually bring an entire pack w

Only when the o

herself to focus. "Th

turned serious. "To

wned. "Th

he Moonbinders were never meant to b

twisted. "

rol," he said smoothly. "They wer

rough her. It

t the binding sigils were sacre

sent cracks splintering through the foundation

idn't let th

arms. "And I'm supposed t

returned, slo

he mur

lifted his hand-and the

breath

hem, thick with something ancient, something wrong.

ddenly as it came-t

k, her pulse hammer

mile faded

t the quiet certaint

d been given this mission-since she

if she was on

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