Moonborn Heir Novel Chapter 10 – The morning light filters through the thick curtains, casting a dim glow over the room.
Sabrina lies curled against my side, her fingers tracing idle patterns across my chest, still basking in last night’s victory. I stare at the ceiling, the remnants of last night’s decisions weighing heavily on me, the silence only interrupted by the faint murmur of activity from outside the room.
The door swings open suddenly. My Primary Beta, Ronan — Talia’s brother — stands in the doorway. His face flushes, a flash of discomfort crossing his features as he realizes the scene he’s interrupted.
Sabrina gives a low, amused laugh, clearly unbothered, while I sit up sharply, grabbing a blanket and covering myself with a scowl. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Ronan?” I snap, my Alpha authority crackling through the air. Ronan, usually composed and self-assured, shifts awkwardly, his gaze darting away. “Apologies, Alpha,” he says, bowing his head, his voice subdued in a way that’s unusual for him.
“But there’s…urgent news. The spies have returned with intel on Darkfang.” Sabrina stretches languidly beside me, making a show of drawing the blanket around her shoulders, her eyes never leaving Ronan. “What’s the rush?” she purrs, casting him a smirk that only intensifies his discomfort. “Surely it can wait a few more minutes…” I level a hard stare at her, silently telling her to knock it off, but she only gives me a sly, unrepentant smile.
Turning my focus back to Ronan, I nod curtly. “Speak,” I say, my tone clipped, giving him the chance to pull himself together. Ronan straightens, clearing his throat, his gaze fixed on a point above my shoulder, as if refusing to acknowledge Sabrina’s suggestive look. “Our spies returned late last night.
They have…troubling news about Darkfang.” I feel a familiar thrill at the mention of our rival pack, a hint of the challenge I’ve been waiting for,
even as a thread of caution winds through my thoughts. “Go on,” I say, eyes narrowing.
“They’re fortifying their borders, Alpha,” Ronan continues, his tone growing steadier. “It appears they’re gathering fighters and strengthening their defenses. Our spies believe they may be preparing for…an incursion into our territory.” A glimmer of anticipation stirs within me. I’ve long suspected Darkfang of wanting to test our strength, but this seems different. More deliberate. “Do they suspect our intentions?” I ask, probing for more.
“It’s unclear,” Ronan replies, but then he hesitates, glancing briefly at Sabrina, who watches him with a hint of amusement. “But there’s something else…something you may want to hear in private, Alpha.” Sabrina raises an eyebrow, clearly piqued by his hesitation. “Oh, don’t be shy, Ronan,” she murmurs, her tone laced with mock sweetness. “Surely Kael and I don’t keep secrets from each other.”
Ronan’s jaw tightens, and for a moment, I catch a glimpse of the conflict simmering beneath his calm exterior. But he presses on, his voice steady but strained. “It’s about Talia,” he says finally, his words barely more than a whisper. “The spies…they believe she’s with Darkfang now.” The name hits me like a blow, and I can feel Fenrir, my wolf, stir immediately, his presence surging within me, restless and enraged. Talia.
The bond I tried to sever still pulses, faint and raw, like an old wound that refuses to heal. Beside me, Sabrina’s expression shifts, her eyes narrowing with disdain. “So she’s with Lucian now,” she sneers, her voice cold. “Running to him, like the traitor she is.” Her words barely register as I stare at Ronan, my thoughts racing. Talia. With Darkfang. With him.
A possessive fury simmers beneath the surface, a silent but relentless pull drawing me toward the woman I tried to forget. “Anything else?” I manage, my voice tight, forcing myself to stay focused. Ronan nods, but I notice the slight tremor in his hands as he folds them behind his back, a sign of the emotions he’s fighting to keep at bay. “Our spies reported that she’s training to join their ranks, Alpha. Lucian…seems to have taken a particular interest in her.
She may be gaining favor quickly.” My fists clench, and I can feel Fenrir snarling, pushing against my control. Talia…training with Darkfang? Under Lucian’s command? It’s a betrayal that cuts deep, and yet there’s something else — something that feels like loss, a gaping wound that even my anger can’t quite fill. Sabrina’s hand tightens on my arm, her expression hardening.
“So she’s wormed her way into Lucian’s graces, has she?” Her lips curl in a sneer. “That’s fitting, isn’t it? Running from one Alpha to another. Pathetic.”
Ronan’s gaze flicks to her, a shadow of something — resentment, maybe — crossing his face before he masks it. But I catch it. He may be loyal, but Talia is his sister, and Sabrina’s words hit close to home. “Thank you, Beta Ronan,” I say, dismissing him with a nod. “You may go.”
He bows and exits quickly, his relief evident as he slips out, but not before our eyes meet briefly. In that moment, I see a flicker of guilt, maybe even regret, as though he’s questioning his loyalty, his part in the events that led to Talia’s exile. And then he’s gone, the door closing softly behind him.
Sabrina watches him leave, an amused smirk on her lips. “Your Beta looks troubled,” she comments, her tone laced with mock concern. “Do you think he’s still loyal to you, Kael? Or is he just feeling guilty that his sister’s thrown herself at your rival?” Her words are a calculated dig, but I ignore them, turning away to gather my clothes. “Ronan knows where his loyalty lies,” I reply curtly, though the unease remains, lingering in the pit of my stomach.
Sabrina’s smirk widens as she leans back, crossing her arms. “Well, I certainly hope so. But if he’s having second thoughts…you may have to remind him where his loyalty truly belongs.” Her suggestion stirs a dark satisfaction in Fenrir, who growls approvingly. But part of me resists. Ronan’s conflict is personal, a family matter, one I’m not entirely sure I have the right to control. And yet…he’s my Beta, and his loyalty to me must be absolute.
I finish dressing, pulling on my jacket with a decisive motion. “Ronan knows what’s at stake,” I say, my tone firm, leaving no room for argument. Sabrina watches me, her gaze sharp, calculating. “So…what’s your next move?” she asks, her voice dropping to a dangerous murmur. “If Darkfang is amassing fighters, we can’t afford to sit idle. Do we move forward with the plan?”
I pause, the tension thick in the air between us. “We’ll move our timeline up,” I say, my voice steady but laced with a quiet fury. “It’s time we stopped waiting and started gathering our forces. Darkfang has overstepped, and we can’t ignore the threat any longer.” Her eyes gleam, a predatory smile curving on her lips. “Good. It’s about time we reminded Lucian who truly holds power in these lands.”
I nod, feeling Fenrir’s simmering anticipation at the idea of battle, of asserting our dominance. “This is our chance to claim what’s ours. To bring Darkfang to heel, once and for all.” The words are calculated, but the underlying motive runs deeper — a seething, possessive need to assert control, not only over our territory but over the bond that refuses to let me go.
Sabrina doesn’t seem to notice the unspoken tension behind my words. Instead, she leans in, her fingers trailing up my arm, her voice a whisper of encouragement. “Then let’s do it, Kael. Gather our fighters, strengthen our borders. We’ll crush Darkfang before they even see us coming.”
I meet her gaze, nodding, even as my mind drifts to Talia and the path she’s chosen. She’s sided with Lucian, chosen him and his pack over her loyalty to Shadow Ridge, and that betrayal gnaws at me, unyielding. I force the thought down, hardening my resolve. “Prepare the pack,” I say, my tone final. “We start rallying our forces tomorrow. When the time comes, Darkfang won’t stand a chance.”
Sabrina’s smile widens, satisfied, as she slips her arm around mine. But even as we solidify our alliance, a restless energy thrums within me, an urge I can’t ignore. Lucian may think he’s claimed her loyalty, but he’s wrong. This war isn’t just about territory — it’s about reclaiming what should have never been taken. And as I leave the room, the decision made, I know one thing for certain — this is far from over.
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