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CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN
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Alpha Ethan CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED SIXTEEN
Liana’s POVThe Crown dreams now.Not in images or commands, but in rhythms—heartbeat and breath, the subtle exchange between land and life. When I wake, it’s with the sensation of being gently set down rather than pulled back from some endless void.Morning spills over Midnight in gold.I lie still for a moment, listening. The den smells like earth and pine and Ethan—warm, familiar, grounding. His arm is draped over my waist, possessive without being heavy, his breathing slow and even. Outside, the forest hums with early movement: paws brushing dirt, distant laughter, the soft trill of birds brave enough to share space with wolves.This is what we fought for.Not silence.Belonging.I turn carefully, studying Ethan’s face in the dawn light. The sharp edges of the Alpha remain, but they’re softened now by peace, by certainty. He looks younger somehow—not because the weight is gone, but because it’s finally shared.I press a kiss to his shoulder.His eyes open instantly. “Morning.”“Di
Alpha Ethan CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED FIFTEEN
Liana’s POVPeace is not quiet.That’s the first thing I learn after the world stops ending.Peace is busy. It hums and moves and demands attention in ways chaos never did. Chaos is simple—you survive it or you don’t. Peace asks what you plan to build with what’s left.Midnight wakes with intention now, not reflex. The land no longer flinches every time the Crown stirs. Instead, it listens. Paths form where wolves travel most often, the earth compacting naturally beneath their paws. Streams shift their courses just enough to provide water near new dens. Trees bend their growth to leave open clearings where pups like to play.The forest isn’t obeying me.It’s cooperating.That difference settles deep in my bones.Weeks have passed since the Observers withdrew. Since the sky last cracked with impossible light. Long enough for wounds to scab, for fear to dull into memory. Long enough for routines to take shape—training at dawn, rebuilding at midday, council gatherings as the sun bleeds i
Alpha Ethan CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED FOURTEEN
Liana’s POVThe warning doesn’t come with fire or thunder.It comes with silence.Three days after the woman leaves—after Midnight knits itself back together and the pack settles into wary routines—the forest goes unnaturally still. No birds. No insects. Even the wind seems to hesitate at the borders, like it’s waiting for permission to cross.The Crown tightens.Not fear.Recognition.I’m standing at the northern ridge with Ethan when the pressure rolls in. It’s subtle at first, like the air thickening before a storm. Then it sharpens, clean and cold, slicing through the land with surgical precision.Ethan’s hand closes around mine. “They’re here.”“Yes,” I whisper. “But not how I expected.”The Reverent surfaces cautiously. External coherence detected. Not singular. Not hierarchical.“Meaning?” Blake asks from behind us, already half-shifted, eyes scanning the tree line.Meaning this is not an invasion, the Reverent replies. It is an arrival.The forest opens.Not torn like before.
Alpha Ethan CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED THIRTEEN
Liana’s POVMidnight never rests.It only pretends to.The forest settles into something like calm, but I’ve learned the difference between peace and a held breath. Leaves don’t quite still. Shadows stretch a fraction too long. Even the wolves—those who survived the Hunt and the trial and the tearing sky—move with an edge to them, ears flicking, noses lifting again and again.The Crown hums low beneath my ribs.Not fear.Attention.I’m walking with Ethan when it tightens—just a whisper of tension, a subtle shift that makes my spine straighten and my steps slow.He feels it instantly. “What is it?”I don’t answer right away. The sensation isn’t violent enough to name as danger, but it’s wrong in a way that prickles behind my eyes.“We’re not alone,” I say finally.Blake, who is somehow already leaning against a tree despite having been walking a second ago, looks up. “Please tell me it’s friendly.”“No,” I say.That’s when the forest parts.Not violently. Not unnaturally. Just… politel
Alpha Ethan CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED TWELVE
Liana’s POVThe adrenaline doesn’t fade all at once.It lingers in my blood like embers buried under ash—warm, restless, refusing to settle. Midnight is quiet again, the forest breathing in a way that feels earned, not enforced. Wolves disperse to tend wounds and count the living. Laughter drifts through the trees, soft and exhausted.I should help.I should do something.Instead, I find myself standing too close to Ethan, aware of every inch of space between us—and how little of it remains.“You’re shaking,” he says quietly.“I am not,” I lie.He lifts a brow, a familiar expression that usually precedes teasing. But there’s no humor in his eyes now. Only concern. Only heat.“You held a world together,” he says. “You don’t get to pretend that didn’t cost you.”I open my mouth to argue and stop when his hand settles at my waist. Not possessive. Not demanding. Just there. Solid. Real.The Crown hums softly, content to step back. The faultline inside me eases, tension melting into someth
Alpha Ethan CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED ELEVEN
Liana’s POVThe ancient thing beneath Midnight wakes up in the worst possible mood.I feel it stretch—not physically, but existentially—like a cat the size of a continent rolling over after a nap it did not consent to taking. The void around us wobbles, reflections cracking as if reality itself just realized it’s sitting on someone else’s couch.The Arbiter stiffens.PRIORITY ALERT. UNREGISTERED PRIMORDIAL PRESENCE—“Oh good,” Blake says somewhere to my left, dangling upside down on a shard of fractured sky. “Because this day was going way too orderly.”Despite everything—despite the pressure, the pain, the cosmic trial—I bark out a laugh.The ancient presence purrs.I nearly lose my footing.Gravehowl’s presence pulses with unmistakable amusement. Ah. You’ve met the Sleeper.“The what?” I gasp, steadying myself as gravity hiccups sideways.Midnight’s oldest resident, he replies calmly. Predates the Crown. Predates me. Likes jokes. Hates rules.The Arbiter rotates sharply toward the e
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