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Claimed by Alpha Xorax and his sons The Basalt Chamber
Asher’s POVVaelin slammed a parchment scroll onto the stone table. His face was flushed.“The vanguard divisions are sitting at seventy percent combat readiness,” he said, voice sharp against the cold walls. “We cannot launch the planned sweep into the Eastern ridge lines without full winter rations and steel shipments from the lower provinces. Supplies are vanishing before they even cross the central valley.”Warlord Hoax grunted and crossed his arms. “Caravans are disappearing without a trace, Commander. Not a single wagon body left behind. No blood on the snow. It’s like the mountain passes are swallowing them whole.”“We’ve scoured every route,” Vaelin muttered, running a gloved hand through his hair. “We cannot figure out what is causing the bottleneck. If we don’t fix it within the week, the winter campaign falls apart.”The table went quiet. The warlords traded uneasy looks and low theories about border bandits or rebel sabotage.My eyes dropped to the parchment Vaelin had thr
Claimed by Alpha Xorax and his sons The Gilded Cage
Asher’s POVThe doors of the royal wing clicked shut behind us and cut off the low roar of the Great Hall.The silence here was different. It didn’t smell like pine smoke or roasted boar or stale winter ale. It smelled like beeswax, cold white marble, and old silver polish. Tapestries of ancient Western battles hung from the soaring stone walls and muffled our footsteps as Kaelen pulled me through the private corridors. The sound of the feast dropped away with every turn until all I could hear was our boots on stone and the quiet clink of the Vanguards’ armor somewhere behind us.He didn’t let go of my hand. His fingers stayed intertwined with mine, thumb absently rubbing the back of my knuckles.“Here,” Kaelen said, stopping before a pair of polished dark walnut doors guarded by two armored Crimson Vanguards. The guards bowed their heads at once. Their eyes lingered on me for a second before dropping to the floor.Kaelen pushed the doors open and guided me inside.The suite was vast
Claimed by Alpha Xorax and his sons The King’s Decree
Asher’s POVAlpha Xorax held the golden chalice near his lips and kept those golden eyes locked on mine for a long moment that made the whole High Table feel too small. The silence stretched until it hurt. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed right. The wine he had almost drunk still sat dark in the cup, and my thumb still remembered the shape of the hilt under my cuff even though I had never drawn it.Then he set the cup down. Soft click. That was all it took for the room to know the feast was over.“Call the High Council,” Xorax said. “The opening feast is concluded. The lords will gather in the inner chamber immediately.”His gaze shifted to Kaelen, then back to me. “And bring the boy. He stays with the court.”A low anxious murmur rolled through the lords at the tables below. I felt every stare. Shock. Outrage. Someone whispered under their breath. Someone else cursed soft enough that only the people next to them heard it.Kaelen’s chest lifted with that sudden ambitious heat he got wh
Claimed by Alpha Xorax and his sons The Serpent’s Pour
Asher’s POV“Is something on your mind?” King Xorax asked again, still looking at me, reading the tight line of my jaw like he already knew the answer and just wanted to hear me lie. Shadow magic stirred under his boots and sent a thin thread of mist across the floor. It brushed the hem of my trousers and crept up my skin until I wanted to step back and couldn’t.The dark aura pushed at me. It felt like a hand reaching into my chest, hunting for why my pulse was slamming so hard against my ribs after that whole false kill had played out behind my eyes and left me sitting here still, pale, with a dagger I hadn’t drawn.“He is simply overwhelmed, Father,” Kaelen said fast, hand tightening on my knee under the table. He leaned in and put himself between me and that crushing presence. “Asher has never stood before a High King. He is a wolfless boy from the low courts. The hall caught him off guard, that is all.”Xorax still didn’t look away from me. A faint smirk touched the corner of h
Claimed by Alpha Xorax and his sons My Revenge
Asher’s POV“I am not feeble,” I said.My voice cut through the quiet of the hall harder than I meant it to. Beside me Kaelen reached out and tightened his fingers around my wrist until it hurt. “Asher, sit down,” he warned in a harsh whisper that only I was supposed to hear.I did not sit. I pulled my wrist from his grip and kept my eyes locked on King Xorax, because if I looked away now I would never get the words out again.“If I were feeble, I would never have ridden Boreas,” I said, standing my ground step by step. “A weak man would have died in that arena. I did not die. I sat on that beast’s back while your whole court watched.”Xorax did not move. He did not blink. He just stared at me, his eyes cold and silent as a grave, like my defiance was entertainment he had already priced and found cheap.Across the table Vaelin slammed his palm down onto the wood. Plates rattled. Wine spilled over silver chalices and ran dark across the oak. “Tame your bloody slave, Kaelen!” he shouted
Claimed by Alpha Xorax and his sons Face to Face
Asher’s POVKing Alpha Xorax didn’t just walk down the stone catwalk. He glided. Black mist of shadow magic pooled under his iron boots and swirled with every slow step, like the air itself was rising to carry his weight.I held my breath. My fingers dug into the velvet of my trousers. In my head I had always pictured a monster. Scarred. Withered. A twisted old tyrant whose ugliness matched the magic he used when he tore my wolf out of me years ago.I was wrong.When Xorax stepped onto the high dais and the torchlight caught his face, my heart stopped.He didn’t look like a dying king. He looked like a third brother to Vaelin and Kaelen, a High Alpha frozen in his absolute prime. He had Vaelin’s sharp jaw and Kaelen’s dark striking features, but his skin held a pale marble sheen untouched by sun. Black hair spilled over a collar of bear fur. His eyes were a terrifying shade of gold that burned like twin dying stars.So this is him, I thought, bitter ice flooding my veins as I locked
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