All Chapters of MOONHAVEN CHRONICLES: The Captive mate : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

After that I don’t go back to my room immediately.I should.That would be the smart thing to do, lock the door, sit in a corner, and pretend none of this is real. But my feet doesn’t listen.They carry me deeper into the camp instead. Because now my head is full, too full.Destiny, wolves, bond, protectors.I let out a frustrated breath, dragging my hands through my hair. “Yeah… definitely crazy,” I mutter to myself.But the problem is, It doesn’t feel crazy. It feels… real.Too real.I don’t realize how far I’ve wandered until I hit the training grounds. The sound of impact snaps me out of my thoughts.Thud.Thud.Thud.I look up and there he is. Tyson.Of course. Of all people for me to bump into, it was as if there was an invincible rope tying both of us together.He’s shirtless, because apparently the universe hates me, and he’s going at a punching post like it personally offended him. His movements are sharp. Controlled and brutal.Each hit lands with enough force to crack bone.

Darkness doesn’t leave all at once.It peels back slowly. Heavy, thick, reluctant. The first thing I feel is warmth, not the comforting kind.The suffocating kind.A soft groan slips past my lips before I can stop it. And then..“Enough.”The voice cuts through everything. Low, rough, familiar.My eyes flutter open.The room swims into focus slowly, shadows shifting, light too bright for a second before it settles.I blink, once, twice, and then I see him.Tyson.Pacing, back and forth like a caged animal. His steps are sharp, restless, the air around him heavy, charged with something volatile. His hands flex at his sides, jaw tight, shoulders rigid like he’s holding himself together by sheer force.I’ve never seen him like this, not even when he was angry. This is different, this is… shaken.I swallow, my throat dry. “You’re going to wear a hole in the floor.”The words come out hoarse, but they do the job. He stops, completely. Slowly his head turns. Our eyes meet and everything in

My breath catches. “You don’t know?” he murmurs.My heart starts pounding. “No,” I whisper.He steps closer. Too close.I can feel the heat of him now, the steady rise and fall of his chest. My body reacts before my mind can catch up, every nerve suddenly awake, hyper aware.“You jumped in front of a death spell,” he says. “For me.”His hand lifts, for a second, I think he’s going to touch my face but he stops just short.Like he’s holding himself back.“That’s not something people just do.”His voice is rough now. I shouldn’t lean into him, I shouldn’t want him to close that distance.But I do.“I didn’t think,” I admit softly. “I just… couldn’t let it happen.”His jaw tightens, then his control slips. His hand finally touches me. My breath hitches as his fingers brush my cheek, low, careful, like he’s testing if I’m real.The touch is soft, but it sends heat rushing through me.“You don’t even understand what you are,” he says, almost to himself.I frown slightly. “Then tell me.”H

Aiden’s fingers pause on the glass. For a long moment he doesn’t speak. Just the sound of ice shifting, the bottle sweating on the table between us.When he finally looks up, his eyes aren’t sharp like before. They’re tired. Old.“You really want to know?” he asks. His voice is lower now, almost a murmur.I nod. My hands are tucked under my thighs to stop them from shaking. “I do.”I want to understand why I crave Tyson, why I feel like we were meant to be. What I’m feeling right now for Tyson, the intensity, the pace my feelings are growing, the way my body crave his, this isn’t normal. But I need to know what I’m getting into. I can’t go in blindly.He exhales through his nose, sets the glass down, and leans forward. Elbows on knees. Like telling this will cost him something.“Wolves don’t… date,” he starts. “Not the way humans do. Yes, we have fun, one night stands, flings. But both parties will be aware that it’s just fun. We don’t have proposals, or rings, or ‘I love you’ after

I jolt upright in bed, a scream ripping out of my throat before I can stop it. Something is wrong. No..something is happening. The sound of my own scream shocks me more than the pain. It’s raw. Feral. Not human.For half a second the room tilts. The walls blur. The air itself seems to warp around me, bending like heat off summer stone. My lungs can’t get enough air. My heart is trying to claw its way out of my chest.My entire body feels like it’s buzzing, like electricity is racing under my skin, sharp and alive and completely out of control. It starts at my spine. A cold, bright line of fire that splits me open from the base of my skull to the small of my back. Then it branches. Tendrils of light, invisible but blazing, shoot down my arms, into my fingers, up my neck, behind my eyes. I’ve been hurt before. I’ve been burned, cut, bitten. This isn’t pain. Pain I understand. This is power. Power I don’t have a name for. Power that doesn’t care I never asked for it.I freeze, my fin