Moonlit Secrets

Moonlit Secrets

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Introduction

"He chased her once in silence. Now, he’ll tear the world apart to win her back."
She was his secret.
Now she’s the one thing he can’t afford to lose.
For three years, Aria Hartfield has lived in the shadows, hidden beside Alpha Xander Stone, loved in silence, and slowly breaking.
Then she returns to her rumoured mate, and Aria walks away. Pregnant. Determined to start over.
Until Xander finds her with another man, one shattered table, one broken face, one secret no longer hidden.
And for the first time.
The Alpha begs.

Chapter 1

The music had long since faded, swallowed by the velvet hush of dawn. In its place, the mountain wind curled through the silent halls of the Alpha estate, brushing cool fingers over overturned goblets and wilting petals, echoes of the night’s celebration strewn like ghosted memories. Somewhere deeper in the manor, laughter cracked the quiet, distant and fading. A late toast? A drunken cheer? Or maybe just the wind playing tricks. But up here, in the highest chamber where moonlight kissed stone, silence had taken the throne.

Aria Hartfield stirred beneath sheets that weren’t hers, too soft, too heavy, too perfumed with a scent that wasn’t her own. Her breath caught.

This wasn’t her room.

Her eyes snapped open, and for a heartbeat, nothing made sense. Then her heart stumbled, once, twice, and took off in a skittering rhythm.

She sat up so fast the sheets whispered against her skin.

The moon, lazy and bruised, poured a silver sliver of light across the floor, illuminating slate walls and a massive window carved into the bones of the mountain. The air smelled like pine smoke and fire-kissed stone. A shirt, large, dark, familiar, hung over the back of a chair. And beneath the sheets, beside her, was a heat she hadn’t dared dream about since childhood.

Xander Stone.

Alpha of Moonrise. The boy who once carried the scent of autumn storms and the gravity of impossible dreams. The man she had watched from a distance, her heart pinned silent behind duty and humility.

And now, the man whose bed she’d woken in.

His name cracked through her mind like thunder over cliffs.

He lay turned away, one arm sprawled across the pillow they’d shared. Even in sleep, his presence was too much, too commanding. Like a tempest paused mid-breath. His back was bare, strong and dappled with fresh ink, his coronation tattoos. Still raw. Still red.

Still real.

Aria stared, her pulse pounding in her ears, louder than wind or memory. She pressed a trembling hand to her lips.

What happened?

The night bled back in fragments. Torchlight. Chanting. His name sung like prophecy. The heavy thrum of drums. The ceremony, the endless toasts, the bright ache of celebration. Then, the hallway. The pull of his gaze. The brush of his hand against hers. His voice, low, rough from too many speeches and just enough wine:

"Stay."

And she had.

But that was last night.

This was morning. This was gravity.

Panic tightened around her chest, twisting like smoke. She slipped from the bed with all the silence of a ghost, the floor shockingly cold beneath bare feet. Her dress, a cascade of silver sequins, rumpled and wine-stained, lay discarded like a forgotten version of herself near the chaise. She grabbed it, hands shaking, and tiptoed toward the bathroom.

No note.

No words.

No sign that this, whatever this was, had meant anything.

Of course it hadn’t. This was Xander Stone.

And she? She was just a healer.

Aria struggled into the dress, fingers fumbling at the zipper. She was halfway dressed when his voice stopped her like a spell.

“You don’t have to go.”

She froze.

He was awake, propped on one elbow, eyes hooded and unreadable. His voice was sleep-rough and edged with something more, something real.

“I thought you were asleep,” she whispered.

“I was,” he said. A pause. “But I felt you leave.”

Her heart slammed against her ribs. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t.” He exhaled, soft. “I just… knew.”

Another silence bloomed between them. Then,

“Sit down, Aria.”

He said her name like it belonged to someone stronger than she felt.

She stood frozen, caught between two lives, the invisible girl in the healer’s wing and the woman wrapped in moonlight and aftermath. Her eyes flicked to his, searching for mockery, for regret.

There was none.

“I should go,” she said.

“No.”

One word. Unyielding.

She hesitated. “Xander…”

He rose, the sheets slipping to his waist. His eyes held hers, steady, lit with something that had nothing to do with titles or thrones.

“You should move in.”

Silence cracked open like a fault line.

“I… what?” she choked.

He said it again, slower this time, deliberate: “Move in. Here. With me.”

Her breath vanished. “I don’t understand.”

“You don’t have to.”

He stood, walked toward her, bare feet silent against stone. He stopped a breath away, the smell of pine and frost clinging to his skin. She trembled.

“I’m not offering explanations,” he murmured. “Just space. Mine. Yours. Ours, maybe. Whatever this is, we figure it out.”

“You don’t even know me,” she managed.

“I know enough.”

“This is insane,” she breathed.

“Maybe.”

“I’m just a, ”

“You are not a nobody.” He said it with such certainty it almost hurt.

She stepped back, arms folded around herself. “This isn’t how things work.”

He gave a soft, tired smile. “Things don’t work for people like us. We break them until they do.”

His hand brushed her shoulder, barely there, a promise, a question. She should have stepped away.

Instead, she let herself stand still.

Something inside her, quiet and unseen for too long, flared.

“I’ll stay,” she whispered.

And that was it.

No fireworks. No declarations.

Just a nod. A stillness.

But something passed between them, raw, unspoken. Not love. Not yet.

But something close.

Something dangerous.

The manor still slept as Aria padded into the cavernous kitchen, shadows of morning stretching long across marble counters and polished steel. She didn’t know where anything was. Didn’t know what rules she was breaking just by breathing too loudly. But she was thirsty, and nerves made her tongue feel like sand.

She poured herself a glass of water. The glass clinked too loudly.

“You don’t have to tiptoe.”

She jumped.

Xander leaned in the doorway, now dressed in black and silver. Alpha colors. Regal, precise. Too handsome. Too real.

“I wasn’t,” she mumbled.

“You were.”

She sighed. “You should be at the council meeting.”

“I canceled it.”

Her head jerked. “You canceled a summit of Elders… because of me?”

“Because of us.”

Her chest constricted. “There is no us.”

“Not yet.”

His voice held weight now, like prophecy spoken under breath.

“Why are you doing this?” she whispered.

He looked at her for a long, long moment.

“Because last night wasn’t a mistake,” he said. Then he stepped closer, hand brushing the small of her back, gentle as snowfall. “Because when I woke up and you weren’t there, it felt like losing something I hadn’t even dared hope for.”

Her throat clenched. Her eyes stung.

She didn’t cry.

Not yet.

But maybe she believed him.

And in that impossible breath of silence, Aria Hartfield, healer, background figure, barely more than a ghost in her own life, became something else.

She became seen.

She became chosen.

Outside, the storm clouds gathered, thick, silver-edged, and patient. Neither of them noticed. Not yet.

But the wind was already whispering.

Of secrets.

Of war.

Of everything they’d just risked beginning.

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