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Chapter fifteen: Rowan lives behind shadows
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A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL Chapter Ninety eight: the disguised
Logan's pov“You’re not really going through with this.”The words came out harder than I meant.She didn’t even flinch. Just sat there on the edge of the bed, pulling on those tight black jeans like she wasn’t about to walk into hell. Like this was normal.I hated how calm she looked. Hated that I could already feel her slipping away.“I have to,” she said quietly, zipping her jacket halfway up. Rain pattered softly against the windows. Her hair was still wet from earlier—dark strands stuck to the side of her neck. She looked like she hadn’t slept in a week. Probably hadn’t.I stepped back and ran a hand through my hair. “Fiona, this is suicide.”She stood and faced me. “It’s the only way.”“No, it’s not,” I said. “We could wait. Regroup. Try again from the outside.”“There won’t be a next time,” she said. “You saw the footage. That same van parked outside the Northline drop twice in three days. Someone's feeding them our movements.”“Then we cut them off. Go dark again. Hide out som
A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL Chapter ninety seven: kiss the knife
Fiona's pov “Are you sure no one followed you?”He asked before the door even shut behind me.I turned, soaked from the rain, hair clinging to my cheeks. “I’m not stupid, Wes.”“That’s not what I asked.”I dropped the hood from my jacket, took a breath. “I circled the block twice. Took the long way through Market. I’m clean.”He studied me for a second longer, jaw tight. Then he turned away and locked the door. The old apartment we were using now creaked with every movement. It was supposed to be safe. Nothing felt safe anymore.I peeled off the wet jacket, tossing it over the chair. He was already back at the window, pulling the curtain just an inch aside to look out into the night.“They’re close,” he muttered.“Who?”He didn’t answer right away.I crossed the room, stood beside him. His face was pale in the dim light, shadows under his eyes. “Wes.”“They’re watching the safehouse,” he said quietly. “Two blocks away. Same car. Three nights in a row.”My stomach twisted.“So what no
A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL Chapter ninety six: smoke before the fire
Fiona's pov “Are you sure this is the place?” I asked, staring up at the broken sign swinging above the door.He looked down at the paper in his hand, then back at the building.“This is it,” he said, but his voice wasn’t confident.I hesitated. The air smelled like rain and old smoke. The street was nearly empty, except for a couple arguing across the road and a cat slipping into the alley.The door looked like it hadn’t been opened in years.“I don’t like it,” I murmured.“Me neither.”We both stood there for a second too long. Then, without saying anything more, I stepped forward and grabbed the handle. The metal was cold.“Let’s just get this over with,” I said.Inside was worse than outside.The tavern was dark. Too dark. The wooden floor creaked with every step, and the air smelled like something sweet and sour at the same time. Cinnamon maybe. Or something rotting under it.There were a few people scattered around, heads down, drinks in front of them. No one looked up.I follo
A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL Chapter ninety five: no crown but mine
Fiona's pov"She's in there too long," Logan said. His voice barely carried over the wind, but I heard the ache in it.Elandra’s eyes didn’t leave the place where the Gate had been. Her hands hovered midair, glowing with soft violet light. Every part of her was alert, but her mouth was set in resignation. “She will either return,” she said, “or she will not. That is the way of it.”I didn’t look away from the hollow space in front of us. The Gate was gone, yes, but the world hadn’t fully settled. The sky shimmered in pulses, like the air itself was remembering something it wasn’t meant to. Rowan knelt where he'd fallen. Mia was still immobilized by Elandra’s magic, eyes wet with fury and loss.But I couldn’t focus on them. Not now.Because something was moving in the space the Gate had once occupied.A whisper. Not sound, but sensation. The scent of iron and spring rain. The air thickened and then light bled back into the world, soft and amber.And I stepped through.My limbs tremble
A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL Chapter ninety four: close the gate
Fiona's pov We felt it before the sky changed.A pressure, low and grinding—like something vast was shifting under the world. Birds stopped mid-song. The pups froze mid-run, ears flattened. Even the wind seemed to recoil.Then came the sound. Not a bell, not a scream.A summoning.Elandra stood from the scrying bowl, face bone-white.“It’s opening,” she said. “The Black Gate.”We left without waiting for counsel.Me, Logan, Elandra, and four of the fiercest wolves in our ranks. No caravan. No banners. No strategy.This wasn’t a war march. This was a reckoning.The closer we got to the Hollow’s heart, the worse it became. The sky peeled into bruises. The trees lost color. Everything smelled wrong—like burning honey and rotting stone.By the time we reached the ridge overlooking the sacred valley, the world had already started unraveling.The Gate was open.Not a doorway. Not something made.It was a tear, a jagged, vertical wound in the air itself. As if reality had been clawed apart
A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL Ninety three: hollow scream
Fiona’s POVThe scream came at dawn.Not from inside the camp. Not from Mia. This one came from the west ridge—deep and ragged, cut from a man’s throat.We ran.Logan got there first. His sword was already in his hand, feet bare, hair wet from the river. I was three steps behind him, Elandra right after me.Three of our scouts were down. One dead, throat ripped clean open. Two more barely conscious, eyes blown wide with terror.The fourth—the youngest—was kneeling over the body, blood smeared across his cheek. Logan went still.“Who did this?” he asked, low.The boy looked up. “It wasn’t a wolf.”I crouched. “What do you mean?”The boy pointed, trembling. “It was like a man… but too fast. Too tall. Eyes like fire. He said the Hollow had already chosen.”Elandra sucked in a breath. “A Harrowborn.”“No,” I said. “They’re myths.”She shook her head. “Not anymore.”Logan didn’t speak on the way back.His hands were clenched tight the whole time. Jaw rigid. Every step carried too much weig
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