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Chapter Sixty Eight

مؤلف: Jay Ann
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The days that followed were quieter than anyone expected.

Not peaceful, Blackthorn had learned not to trust peace too easily but steadier. Patrols moved in careful rotations. Scouts watched the northern ridge constantly. The sky remained whole.

And the rifts did not return.

But the feeling of being watched never quite left.

Isabella sat on the wide stone steps outside the stronghold library, a book resting open on her lap.

She wasn’t reading it.

The words blurred together every time she t
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  • Alpha Rex.   Chapter Sixty Nine

    The morning at Blackthorn came quietly. For once, there were no raised voices in the courtyard. No messengers riding in with bad news. No alarms echoing through the tall pines surrounding the pack lands. Just wind. It moved through the trees like a soft whisper, rustling the leaves and brushing against the stone walls of the packhouse. Inside one of the upper rooms, Isabella sat by the window with her knees drawn to her chest. She had been awake for hours. Sleep had been impossible after the previous night. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw flashes of it again, Alpha Thane’s cold smile, the tension between him and Kaelen, the feeling of being caught between forces she didn’t fully understand. She exhaled slowly. Below the window, pack members moved through their morning routines. Warriors sparred in the training ring, their movements sharp and controlled. A group of younger wolves ran laps along the outer path. Life went on. And yet everything felt like it was hanging

  • Alpha Rex.   Chapter Sixty Eight

    The days that followed were quieter than anyone expected. Not peaceful, Blackthorn had learned not to trust peace too easily but steadier. Patrols moved in careful rotations. Scouts watched the northern ridge constantly. The sky remained whole. And the rifts did not return. But the feeling of being watched never quite left. Isabella sat on the wide stone steps outside the stronghold library, a book resting open on her lap. She wasn’t reading it. The words blurred together every time she tried to focus. Her attention kept drifting outward—to the forest, the air, the faint threads of energy she could now feel moving through the land. It had been three days since the Warden arrived. Three days since she learned how to nudge the balance lines. Three days since the sky had split. The world hadn’t ended. But something had changed. She felt it every time she closed her eyes. “Thinking again.” Ash dropped onto the step beside her with a soft thud, holding a small apple he had cl

  • Alpha Rex.   Chapter Sixty Seven

    Morning settled slowly over Blackthorn. Sunlight filtered through the tall pine trees surrounding the stronghold, casting long golden lines across the training grounds. Wolves moved through their usual routines—sparring, running patrols, sharpening blades but the tension from the previous days had softened. Not gone. Just… managed. Isabella stood near the edge of the field, arms folded loosely as she watched two younger wolves practicing hand-to-hand combat. They were laughing. Actually laughing. For a moment she let herself focus on that instead of cosmic Wardens, rifts in the sky, or the weight of whatever the Axis was becoming inside her. “Enjoying the show?” She turned. Ash approached with two cups of steaming tea. He handed one to her without asking. “You look like someone trying to remember what normal feels like,” he added. She took the cup, grateful for the warmth. “Does it show that clearly?” Ash smiled faintly. “Only to people who’ve done the same thing.” She s

  • Alpha Rex.   Chapter Sixty Six

    The sky did not split again. It only… shimmered. Like a scar still deciding whether it wanted to reopen. By nightfall, the rift had sealed completely. No more tremors. No more tearing light. The air still felt different—charged, thinner somehow—but calm had returned to Blackthorn territory. A deceptive calm. The Warden had not left. He stood now at the northern tower balcony, unmoving, silver eyes fixed on the horizon. He had not eaten. Had not slept. Had not spoken since his warning. “They’re calculating,” Ash murmured quietly as he joined Rex along the outer wall. “If he’s telling the truth.” Rex didn’t look away from the training grounds below where warriors continued drills long after sunset. “He’s telling the truth.” “You trust him?” “No.” Ash huffed softly. “Comforting.” Rex finally turned, voice level. “But I believe him.” Because Isabella believed him. And that mattered. Inside the stronghold, the atmosphere was different too. Less panic. More awar

  • Alpha Rex.   Chapter Sixty Five

    Morning came too quickly. Blackthorn didn’t wake gently anymore. There was no slow stirring, no relaxed patrol changes, no laughter drifting from the kitchens. Every movement carried urgency now. Wolves trained harder. Guards doubled their routes. Messengers ran instead of walked. Thirty days had turned time into something sharp. Isabella stood on the balcony outside Rex’s chambers, watching fog roll through the trees below. The forest looked peaceful from here. Green, endless and untouched. It felt like a lie. Behind her, boots sounded softly against stone. “You haven’t slept,” Rex said. She didn’t turn. “You haven’t either.” A pause. Fair. He joined her at the railing, arms resting beside hers but not touching. The quiet between them wasn’t uncomfortable anymore. It felt… shared. “What’s first?” he asked. She exhaled slowly. “You said the Marsh packs remember the last correction.” Rex nodded. “Crescent Marsh. Smaller territory. Older traditions. They don’t trust Alphas

  • Alpha Rex.   Chapter Sixty Four

    ***Earlier after the clash*** The war didn’t continue that night. It ended in exhaustion. Not because anyone had won but because something bigger had paused the board. By the time the courtyard cleared, the moon had climbed high and the stronghold felt hollowed out. Wolves moved quietly, carrying the injured. No one howled victory. No one celebrated survival. Thirty days. That number followed Isabella like a shadow. She slipped away before anyone could stop her. No silver glow. No dramatic pulse of power. Just bare feet against cold stone as she walked through the quiet corridors of Blackthorn alone. For once, she didn’t want to be the Axis. She wanted to be Isabella. She found herself outside the infirmary without meaning to. The scent of antiseptic herbs and iron hit her first. Inside, wolves lay on narrow beds. Bandaged, bruised, breathing. Injured because of her. Because of the beam of light. Because of the attention. Because of what she was. A young

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