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Chapter seventy one: broken alliance
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A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL Seventy two: face it
Logan's pov“You tried to kill him.”Fiona’s voice cracked like a whip across the cold stone walls of the Blackridge infirmary. Her footsteps echoed as she advanced, fury burning beneath her skin, magic simmering at her fingertips. Rowan, bruised and broken, was shackled to a thick iron post—one enchanted to hold even the most volatile of wolves. Blood crusted at the edge of his mouth, and a purpling bruise spread across his cheek.He smiled anyway. “I tried to save him.”“By stabbing him through the soul?” she snapped, fists clenched. “With a blade meant to sever the bond you helped me create?”Rowan’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “You think this is about your bond? About love? It never was. You gave your power to the enemy, Fiona. You tied yourself to something you can’t control. I am a ticking bomb, and when i goes off, it won’t just be you who burns. It’ll be all of us.”She stepped closer, her breath trembling. “You don’t get to twist this. You tried to kill him because he’s str
A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL Chapter seventy one: broken alliance
Fiona's pov The ruins of Thornwood’s fortress stretched before us like a carcass picked clean by the ravens. Crumbled stone walls leaned against skeletal trees, and the smell of ash hung thick in the air as ghosts of the battle still whispering through every shattered beam and shattered dream.I stood in the shadowed heart of that ruin, the Hollow King’s dark presence coiling behind me like a living shadow. His eyes gleamed with cold fire, watching Rowan with a patience that unnerved even me. Rowan, the man who had once been my ally, my partner in a plan so finely woven it had almost succeeded.Rowan stepped forward from the smoke, his face a storm of fury barely held in check. His voice was low, like a growl in the back of a cave. “You betrayed me.”I turned slowly to face him, lips curving into a smile that was all sharp edges. “I did what I had to. The plan was to take Logan’s pack, yes. But not with you dragging your claws in the dirt, holding us back.”He narrowed his eyes. “You
A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL Seventy: Crown and fire
We collided like storm and stone.Logan's pov The Hollow King struck first—dark tendrils lashing toward me, splitting the ground, turning every root and rock into withered dust. His shadow magic was older than I realized, not just rot but devouring. It consumed sound, color, life. It wanted everything.But I didn’t give ground.The dagger surged in my grip. The golden fire blazing through me was barely held in check—wild, cracking, burning me from the inside out. I wasn’t channeling it. I was surviving it.I twisted past the shadow blast, slammed my blade across the Hollow King’s chest—armor cracked, not broken and met his next attack with a wall of ancestral magic, summoned from the ground beneath us. Roots rose. Stones burned. The very graves fought with me.The Hollow King faltered. Slightly. Enough.And then he turned, raising his arms and I felt the dead in the forest scream.He wasn’t summoning beasts.He was dragging the in-between into the now. Cracks tore open in the sky. Th
A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL Sixty nine: grave under the crown
Logan's pov I felt the dead before I saw them. They weren't in the stories, they never stayed in stories for long. This place was older than the keep, older than any battle that burned above it. The hill behind Blackridge had been forgotten by most, choked with moss and silence. But now it stirred.We’d fallen back toward the old graveyard out of desperation, not strategy. The western ridge had collapsed. Thornwood’s beasts pushed hard from the south. Crimson Throat was breaking ranks. Our warriors needed ground. I needed time.And this cursed earth, it was all we had left.I stepped into the graveyard alone, the dagger pulsing at my side.Each gravestone was worn smooth by wind and years. Names erased. Stories forgotten. But magic didn’t forget.I could feel it in my teeth, my spine, my bones.They were buried here: the first bloodline. My ancestors. The ones who built Blackridge on the edge of the forest because they weren’t afraid to bury their dead near their door.Their power s
A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL Sixty eight: Ash and oath
Fiona's pov Wind howled through the broken gates of Blackridge.Dust and fire curled around Rowan’s boots, the Crimson Throat pack behind him fanned out like a tide preparing to rise. Their forms flickered, half-shifted, hulking, eyes gleaming in the dusk. They were waiting now and all Rowan had to do was give the word and yet, he hesitated.Because I was still standing.“I don’t need to fight you,” Rowan said calmly. “Just step aside. Let what’s left of your wolves choose their future.”“They already did,” I said, raising the dagger. “And it wasn’t you.”His eyes flicked to the blade, and for the first time, I saw a crack in his confidence. Small. Quick. But real.“Mia said you wouldn’t survive its backlash.”“I didn’t,” I replied. “But I came back anyway.”Behind me, the tower still burned. My people were inside hurt, scattered, holding on by threads. Logan… Logan was breathing again. And that was enough to keep me upright.Rowan took a slow step forward, hand on the hilt of his bl
A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL Sixty seven: the teeth beneath
Fiona's pov Logan hit the stone floor hard.“No.” I dropped to my knees beside him, hands already reaching, searching and praying.His chest wasn’t moving, my jaw dropped helplessly.“Logan!” I called, louder now, but the word barely rose above the roar of battle around us. Magic screamed overhead. The keep was falling. Fire bloomed in every corner, and outside, the sky had turned the color of bruised iron. But none of that mattered. Not if he didn’t move.He was stiffened.The dagger lay beside him, its golden light flickering, dimming and pulling away. The warmth it had held was fading fast, like a star going out.“No, not like this,” I breathed, pressing both palms to his chest. “You’re not leaving me.”I pushed harder, summoning what little magic I had left. My power wasn’t what it used to be not since Mia’s trap, not since we barely escaped with our lives but I gave it anyway. All of it. I channeled it into him through my hands, my breath, my voice.Above us, high on the blacken
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