로그인Aella POVThe world around me disappeared after the teenager’s words.The King hit Sol.He took him away.The bond inside my chest pulsed violently, sharp enough to make me stagger slightly as panic clawed through every instinct I had.No.No.Sol was alive.I could still feel him.Faint.Distant.But alive.Which meant there was still time.I turned immediately toward the forest beyond the hospital.Toward the direction the teenager pointed.Toward Sol.And I ran.Or at least—I tried to.Hunter grabbed my arm hard enough to stop me before I took more than two steps.“Aella.”“Let go.”The words left me colder than intended.Hunter didn’t move.“You are not thinking clearly.”“My mate is missing.”“My Alpha is missing,” Hunter snapped back immediately. “And you are pregnant with three children.”The babies shifted violently inside me again, reacting to my emotions, my fear, the growing instability of my power.I tried pulling free.Hunter tightened his grip.Then suddenly—The shadow
Aella POVSol had not returned.At first, I told myself there were reasons.The attack.The chaos outside the sanctuary.The wounded.The children.The pack.Then one day passed.Then two.Then four.Four days inside the sanctuary.Four hours outside.And with every passing moment, the bond between us grew stranger.Not broken.Never broken.But distant.Muted.Like something heavy stood between us.I sat in the nursery when Marcus arrived.Or rather—When he stormed into the sanctuary looking half feral.The castle barely had time to announce his arrival before he burst through the doors covered in dirt, blood, and panic.My entire body tensed instantly.Marcus looked terrified.Not worried.Terrified.My stomach dropped violently.“Where is Sol?”Marcus stopped abruptly in front of me, breathing hard.“We can’t find him.”The room went silent.Queen Alors immediately straightened beside the window while Beatriz froze halfway through organizing medical supplies.“What?” I whispered.
Sol POVThe silence after my words stretched unnaturally.Elias stood motionless outside the cell, shadows writhing slowly around his feet while the iridescent darkness pulsed beneath his skin like a second heartbeat.Then slowly—He smiled.Not with amusement.With pity.“You still believe you have a choice.”Something about the way he spoke made my instincts sharpen immediately.His voice felt wrong.Too soft.Too deep.Too close.“The only way you survive this,” Elias continued calmly, “the only way you see your mate again…”His gaze locked onto mine.“…is if you give me your child.”Rage exploded through me instantly.The frozen flame surged violently beneath my skin, blue and silver energy flashing faintly through my veins while the loosened chains rattled softly around my wrists.But before I could answer—Pain struck my mind.Sharp.Violent.I froze.Not physically.Internally.Something cold forced itself into my thoughts like claws digging beneath skin.Elias’ eyes darkened i
Sol POVThe shadows exploded across the floor violently at my words.The entire prison trembled.Black vines lashed against the stone walls while the iridescent darkness surrounding Elias twisted like something alive, reacting directly to his emotions.Good.That meant he still felt.Still bled.Still carried wounds deep enough to hurt.Elias stepped closer to the bars slowly.Not calm anymore.Not distant.For the first time since entering the cell—He looked furious.“You think you understand me?” he hissed.The sound barely resembled a human voice anymore.The shadows thickened around him instantly, curling up the walls like smoke mixed with living darkness.“You think this is a joke?”I remained slumped against the wall, chains hanging loosely around my wrists while I forced myself to appear weak.Vulnerable.Helpless.Elias moved closer still until his face was partially illuminated by the flickering prison lights.“You know nothing.”The hatred in his voice felt ancient.Raw.Un
Sol POVThe King left without another word.The heavy door closed behind him with a hollow metallic sound that echoed through the prison chamber long after he disappeared.Silence settled again.Cold.Still.But this time, I welcomed it.Slowly, I lowered my gaze toward the silver chains restraining my wrists.Suppressants.Magic dampening metal.Ancient restraints forged specifically to weaken powerful shifters.Too bad for Elias—I was no longer only a shifter.I inhaled slowly and reached inward, not toward the fire, not toward the Monarch power.Toward the frozen flame.The cold answered instantly.Blue and silver energy stirred beneath my skin, quiet and controlled, threading itself carefully through my veins without triggering the suppressants aggressively enough to alert anyone.Slowly—Very slowly—I pressed that power into the chains.The silver resisted at first.Then weakened.The frost-like energy spread carefully across the restraints, altering them little by little, chan
Chapter — The King in ChainsSol POVThe silence stretched heavily between us after my words.My father still refused to meet my gaze directly.That alone told me everything I needed to know.The chains dug into my wrists as I shifted slightly, silver restraints burning against my skin while suppressants dulled the flow of my power. My body still felt heavy, weaker than it should have, but my mind—My mind was clear.Too clear.I stared at the man seated outside my cell and realized something horrifying.I could no longer see my father.Not truly.A father protected his children.A father did not hand over his son to a monster.A father did not gamble innocent lives hoping evil would honor its promises.No.The man before me was a King.A mate.A desperate man drowning in grief.But not a father.The realization settled coldly inside my chest.And strangely—It hurt less than before.Because once I stopped expecting him to behave like my father, his betrayal finally made sense.I inha
-------SOL ---------------- She was gone. Just like that. Gone. No scream. No body. No blood. Just empty stone where she had been standing seconds before. My knees buckled before I realized I was falling. Linus caught me under the arm, steadying my weight like I weighed nothing. “Sol?” Hi
We walked quickly toward the access doors of the Silver Tower. Bruno—the Tiger Alpha—was already speaking into his comms, his voice clipped and controlled. “Monarchs have arrived. Repeat—Monarchs have arrived. Maintain barricade positions. No one breaks formation without direct authorization.”
The atmosphere in the Grand Hall shifted from shock to a heavy, simmering tension. While the rest of the students were being herded toward the Moon and Heir towers, Pamela and I stood in the center of the atrium, looking at our digital assignment badges. "There must be a mistake in the logistics,
That night, the Silver Tower penthouse was alive with the glow of data and the thrill of a hunt. I had ended the seminar with a final, high-stakes bait. "I’ve given you the rules of the Acting Method," I told the hundreds of faces on the screen. "Now, here is the final challenge for the







