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Contract Marriage To The Alpha King Do you feel it?
Elara’s POVThe night did not fall so much as it settled.The academy had its own way of dimming—lanterns lowering in intensity, wards shifting into nocturne patterns, patrol routes overlapping with mathematical precision. Order masquerading as rest. I stood at the window long after the bells marked curfew, watching the glow-lines along the courtyards pulse in regulated intervals.A heartbeat.Another.Like the academy was counting us.Alexander moved behind me without sound. Storm always made him quieter when he was thinking—pressure drawn inward, thunder banked beneath discipline. His presence slid into mine through the bond, not demanding attention, just… there. An anchor.“They’ve reassigned half the guardians on this wing,” he said softly. “Rotations don’t repeat. No familiar patterns.”“Good,” I replied. “That means they’re nervous.”He huffed a quiet breath. “That means they’re preparing.”“Same thing,” I said.I turned from the window and leaned back against the stone. It stil
Contract Marriage To The Alpha King Reasonable to whom?
Elara's POVThe council chamber didn’t erupt.That was the most dangerous part.No raised voices. No threats. No dramatic invocations of ancient authority. Just a subtle tightening in the air—like a room deciding how much oxygen it was willing to spare.“Of course,” the councilor said smoothly. “No one is speaking of force.”Alexander’s storm shifted—minute, contained, lethal. I felt it brush my awareness through the bond like the edge of a blade being tested for balance.Force never announces itself, I thought. It arrives wrapped in procedure.We left the chamber without agreement, which meant the agreement had already been made without us.The corridor beyond felt longer than it should have. Sound dulled. Even our footsteps seemed reluctant to echo.“They’re going to escalate,” Alexander said at last.“Yes,” I replied. “But carefully. They’ll want it to look reasonable.”“Reasonable to whom?”I didn’t answer right away.To everyone who wasn’t us.A pair of guardians stood at the nex
Contract Marriage To The Alpha King Is that a threat?
Elara's POVThe academy no longer breathed with me.It was subtle—so subtle most wouldn’t notice. Stone still hummed. Wards still answered. Doors still opened when they should. But the echo was gone.Before, when I touched the walls, they responded like familiar skin—warm, resonant, alive with recognition. Now there was a pause. A fraction of a heartbeat where the magic assessed me instead of welcoming me.Compliance.Not communion.I hated it.I pulled my hand back from the stone and flexed my fingers, fire curling instinctively around my knuckles before I forced it down. Control first. Always control. Fire that reacts without thought is exactly what they’re waiting for.Across the balcony, Alexander stood rigid, storm held tight beneath his skin. I could feel it through the bond—not violent, not flaring, but coiled like a predator deciding whether to bare its teeth.“They’re watching us,” I said quietly.He didn’t deny it. “They’re studying margins.”That made my jaw tighten. “We’r
Contract Marriage To The Alpha King That’s not what’s happening.
The Hunger — POV Time, as mortals measure it, resumed its illusion.For me, there was only sequencing.I mapped the academy the way one maps a circulatory system—not by walls or wards, but by pressure points. Where ambition pooled. Where resentment coagulated. Where fear thinned the barrier between restraint and action.The academy believed itself fortified.Stone remembers otherwise.I brushed the outer layers of its consciousness—not touching wards directly, not challenging their geometry. That would have been crude. Obvious. Instead, I traced the assumptions beneath them.Assumption: Authority is stable. Assumption: Knowledge is centralized. Assumption: Threats come from outside.Such comforting myths.Such useful weaknesses.Within the lower spires, a mind paced in restless loops.A senior adjunct—brilliant, overlooked, precise to the point of brittleness. She had written half the current containment protocols yet signed none of the final approvals. Others spoke her work aloud an
Contract Marriage To The Alpha King They denied you.
The Hunger POV I did not sleep. Sleep is a surrender. I do not surrender. I withdrew. There is a distinction mortals never learn until too late. Sleep is absence. Retreat is calculation. I folded myself inward along the corpse of the third vein, compressing awareness into strata upon strata—thought layered over instinct, memory compressed into something sharp enough to cut with. I sank past collapsed sigils whose creators had once sworn they would last forever, past broken thrones grown brittle with irrelevance, past the architectural scars of civilizations that believed permanence was a birthright rather than a negotiation. The Reach still remembered me. Its bones hummed softly with my imprint, reverberations of my presence etched into fault-lines and ley scars like phantom pain. Even now, its currents curved instinctively toward where I had withdrawn, as though gravity itself had not yet accepted my absence. But memory is not obedience. Not anymore. Once, it had been.
Contract Marriage To The Alpha King That was a declaration of war.
Alexander’s POV The laughter didn’t echo.It pressed.Not sound, not vibration—pressure, folding inward like a hand closing around the spine of the world. The ruins groaned beneath it, stone screaming as stress fractures spiderwebbed outward from the sealed vein, ancient masonry surrendering to a force that had finally decided subtlety was inefficient.The Hunger was no longer testing.It was arriving.The ground split with a thunderous crack, and this time there was no slow emergence, no probing tendrils or exploratory guardians. The plaza collapsed inward, stone dropping away into a vast, lightless chamber beneath—the true bowl of the Reach, a cathedral carved from raw absence.And from it—Something stood up.Not a body. Not yet.A silhouette first: colossal, asymmetrical, layered in shifting planes of shadow and condensed ley-mass. Veins of stormlight and voidfire threaded through it like a corrupted circulatory system, pulsing in irregular rhythms that made my limiter shriek in
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