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MATED TO THE ALPHA HEIRÂ Â Â Into the shadows
Chapter 21: Into the ShadowsAMARA,The cold air wrapped around me like a shroud as I stood frozen, the echo of the flatline still ringing in my ears. My motherâs deathâit was as if the world itself had taken a breath and held it, waiting for the next tragedy to unfold. Her lifeless body lay in the sterile white room, the machines silent now, their once steady beeps fading into an eternal void. I could still feel her presence, thoughâan absence so profound that it gnawed at the very core of my being. But there was no time to mourn. Not now. Not when the shadows were creeping closer.I turned slowly, my body moving on autopilot, the numbness of grief attempting to take hold. The figure I had glimpsed in the hallway was no longer there. It had melted into the darkness, as if it had never existed. But I knew better. Somethingâsomeoneâwas out there. Watching. Waiting.The soft hum of hospital machinery became an oppressive silence around me, suffocating. My wolf, ever-alert, paced nervous
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Chapter 22: The ProphecyAMARA,The wind howled around us, pushing against my back as if urging me to confront the inevitable, to face whatever Derek had to say. The tension in the air was thick, the kind that promised danger and uncertainty, and for a moment, I couldnât decide if I wanted to fight or flee.The rooftop was empty, save for us, the night wrapping around us like a cloak. I could feel the weight of the city below, the pulse of it reverberating through the soles of my boots. But here, in this place, there was nothing but Derekâs cold, unwavering gaze and the unsettling silence between us.Derekâs presence had always been one that demanded attention, but tonight, it felt different. There was a strange urgency to the way he stood, a certain recklessness in the air that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end."Youâve always been so sure of yourself, Amara," Derekâs voice broke the stillness, low and taunting. It was the same voice that had once been a source of te
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-04-05MATED TO THE ALPHA HEIRÂ Â Â The long awaited.
Chapter 23: The long awaited XANDER, The severed head in my hands felt heavier than it looked. The blood had dried into a grim, rusty hue, the lifeless eyes staring up at me in silent accusation. It was a trophy, yes, but it also symbolized the cost of everything I had sacrificed. What should have been a victory now felt like a burden, an anchor dragging me deeper into a game I could barely comprehend. The taste of triumph was bitter, tainted by the price I had paid to get here. It was as though I had made a pact with darkness itself, and now the shadow of that deal loomed over me. I pushed open the heavy oak doors of my grandmother Susanneâs chambers, the brass handle cold beneath my fingers. The echoes of my boots clacked against the cold stone floors, a rhythm that felt oddly like a countdown, the ticking clock of my fate catching up to me. The room was warm with the glow of a crackling fire, its dancing light casting long shadows on the walls. In the center of the room, Susanne
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-04-05MATED TO THE ALPHA HEIRÂ Â Â The Confrontation
Chapter 24: The Confrontation XANDER, The day of the wedding preparations passed in a haze of frantic activity, yet nothing could mask the unease festering in the pit of my stomach. The grandiosity of the eventâa coronation in disguiseâfelt almost mocking, as though the world itself was putting on a show, pretending that this union was something to celebrate. But it wasnât. Not for me, not for Amara, and certainly not for the future of this pack. My heart pounded with a sense of impending doom, like the beating of a drum that heralded disaster. Everywhere I looked, servants hurried about, placing flower arrangements, adjusting the heavy tapestries, and preparing for a ceremony that felt more like a performance than a meaningful bond. The chatter, the rustle of silk, and the clinking of crystal all blended into a cacophony that seemed to drown out my thoughts. The wedding, the coronation, my ascensionâthey would all happen within hours, and the world would applaud. Yet all I could
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-04-05MATED TO THE ALPHA HEIRÂ Â Â Mourning the dead
Chapter 25: Mourning the Dead AMARA, Grief wasnât something I could afford to feel. Not now, not with everything at stake. But even the hardest hearts have their cracks, and mine, despite all the walls Iâd built, had started to splinter. It clung to me like an invisible weight, a shadow that followed me through every room, through every decision, every step I took. The death of my mother left a gaping hole inside me, one I couldnât fill with anythingânothing that mattered, anyway. Not power. Not revenge. And certainly not the coronation ceremony that was fast approaching. She had been the foundation of my every choice, my every ambition. She was the reason I had forged the alliances I had, the reason Iâd moved through this world with such calculated precision. It had always been about getting closer to the Luna position, the power that would make me untouchable. And now, I was just days away from standing beside Xander Sinclair, the Alpha-in-waiting, his Luna. But the truth that g
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-04-09MATED TO THE ALPHA HEIRÂ Â Â Wolves in the Garden
Chapter 26: Wolves in the GardenDEREK,There were whispers in the halls again.They didnât sound like ordinary voices. They slithered between stone walls and danced along the marble floorsâlow, guttural murmurs laced with shadow magic and old blood. Even the wind carried secrets now, curling through the corridors of the ancestral estate like a predator that had caught a scent.I didnât need to hear the exact words. I could feel the truth behind them.The pack was uneasy. Not just because of the upcoming coronationâthough that was enough to stir even the oldest wolves. No, something darker was at play. A sickness was spreading beneath the surface of our traditions, something ancient and coiled tight, waiting to strike.And at the center of it stood the mating ceremony that would bind Xander to Amara and crown her Luna.But the truth clawing at the edges of my mind had little to do with ceremony or crowns. It pulsed beneath the earth, beneath our skin, an inherited warning echoing thro
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-04-10MATED TO THE ALPHA HEIRÂ Â Â She is mine
Chapter 27: She Is mineAmara,The silver gown clung to my skin like a second soulâstitched in sacred moon-thread, blessed by the High Priestess herself, and dyed with the blood of a sacrificial wolf whose name had long been struck from our records. Not even whispers dared resurrect it.Its weight was unbearable, a constant reminder of the ancient rituals and heavy expectations I was about to fulfill. And yet I wore it proudly. Because weakness had no place in the eyes of the Crescent Moon Packânot in our traditions, not in our future, and certainly not in our leaders. Especially not in me.The ceremonial chamber loomed ahead like a cavern of judgment. The scent of history and power bled from every stone: myrrh and dried bloodroot, incense and shadow, and the musky heat of wolves who had spent too long trapped in their human skins. High above, runes were carved into the arched ceiling, pulsing faintly with dormant magic. The flames from iron braziers flickered, throwing long, dancing
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-04-16MATED TO THE ALPHA HEIRÂ Â Â The shattered Silence
Chapter 28 â The Shattered SilenceAmaraThe chamber trembled under the weight of Derekâs declaration. The tension hung in the air like a storm cloud, heavy and charged. I could feel the walls themselves vibrating, as if they too were bracing for what was to come. The once serene gathering of the Council of Elders, a meeting that had begun with ritualistic reverence, now resembled a pack on the verge of disintegration. Derek stood in the center, his presence an immovable force, his gaze steady, like the calm before a tempest. His exposed arm gleamed in the dim light, and in his hand, he held a relicâa mark glowing faintly with an eerie, otherworldly light."This mark," Derekâs voice rang out, slicing through the murmurs of confusion and disbelief, "is proof. Only the true bloodline bearer can possess it." His eyes turned to me then, narrowing with a chilling certainty that sent a tremor down my spine. "And I know itâs not just me. Amara has the same mark."The gasps that followed were
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MATED TO THE ALPHA HEIRÂ Â Â No longer Alone
Chapter 51: No longer AloneAmaraThe flames still crackled behind me, their heat licking at my raw, blistered skin, but I didnât flinch. I wouldnât give them the satisfaction. The Elders had bowed. The warriors had lowered their heads. The fire had accepted me. And yet, none of that mattered as much as the emptiness blooming in my chest.They had seen what they needed to seeâa Luna forged in agony. But I wasnât thinking about ceremony or power or acceptance. I was thinking about the searing pain pulsing through every nerve, the tremble I refused to let show, and the eyes I felt watching me from the shadows beyond the ceremonial circle.Xander.He was there before I even called for him.Strong arms wrapped around me, careful not to touch the scorched skin of my legs. His scent hit meâearth, cedar, storm. Familiar. Safe. He lifted me like I weighed nothing, as if I werenât the woman who had just walked through fire to prove herself worthy. As if I were something fragile he couldn't bea
MATED TO THE ALPHA HEIRÂ Â Â The Fire Beneath the Crown
Chapter 50: The Fire Beneath the CrownAmara,The council chamber reeked of old smoke and older blood. It clung to the stone walls like a ghost of wars long past. A wide circle of jagged granite surrounded the sunken pit in the centerâa relic from the days when Alphas fought with claw and fang beneath the moonlight, when titles were earned not by politics but by combat.Now, that pit bore no fresh blood. Only words were flung here, but make no mistakeâthe wounds cut just as deep.I stood alone on the upper platform, spine straight, shoulders squared, hands relaxed at my sides. Not clenched. Not trembling. Not submissive.Not afraid.They hadnât expected me to come. I saw it in their eyes, felt it in the uneasy glances cast between their robes. They expected I would cower behind Xanderâs title, let him speak for me, hide in the shadow of his power like some fragile decoration unworthy of the crown.They thought the Luna was still that broken girlârejected, cast out, crawling through th
MATED TO THE ALPHA HEIRÂ Â Â The Weight of want
Chapter 48Amara â The Weight of WantThe moonlight poured through the high windows like a silent witness, casting ghostly patterns across the stone floor of the Lunaâs chamber. Shadows shifted, long and reaching, echoing the unrest in my soul. The fire in the hearth remained unlit. I didnât need it tonight. The cold had become a strange sort of comfortâa punishment, maybe. Or a reminder that the warmth I truly craved wasnât something flames could offer.It came from him.From Xander.I stood at the window, fingers curled around the heavy velvet curtain, staring down at the empty training grounds. Hours ago, they were filled with the sounds of battle cries, steel meeting steel, the dull thud of fists against flesh. Now, silence reigned. But I still saw him there, moving like the storm that carved mountains, like a beast born from fury and discipline. Relentless. Unyielding. Terrifyingly beautiful.Alpha.And, by every contract inked in blood and ambitionâmine.A chill crept through th
MATED TO THE ALPHA HEIRÂ Â Â The Win
Chapter 47: The WinXANDERI waited in the far corner of the war room, where shadows stretched long beneath the ancient beams and the air still smelled of iron and ash. The others had long since leftâElders, warriors, advisorsâall filing out after the meeting concluded. Now it was just me, the dying fire, and the heavy silence that seemed to press against my spine like a blade.I didnât sit. I couldn't. My muscles were too tight, too wired. The wolf inside me stirred, restless, agitated by the storm I knew was coming.The creak of the door behind me sliced through the silence.I didnât need to turn. I knew who it was.Derek.His scent reached me before his footsteps didâbitter, tense, tinged with the unmistakable undertone of regret. A scent I never thought Iâd associate with my brother. He was the golden heir, the chosen one. Regret didnât fit himâuntil now.He didnât speak as he stepped fully into the room. The click of the door shutting echoed like a warning.Still, I didnât look a
MATED TO THE ALPHA HEIRÂ Â Â The Defeat
Chapter 47: The DefeatDEREKThe weight of defeat was heavier than any wound I'd ever taken in battleâand the battlefield had never been kind to me. Scars ran across my skin like old stories, but none of them hurt like this.I paced the length of my room, each step landing hard on the cold marble floor. The space felt smaller than usual, suffocating, as if the walls themselves were ashamed to witness my humiliation. Every breath I took came out sharp, heavy, like I was choking on the air that had once belonged to a victor. My fists opened and closed at my sides, aching for releaseâanything to take the edge off the frustration building beneath my skin like wildfire.But nothing helped. Nothing could fix what had happened out there. Nothing could undo the moment I looked into her eyes and knewâIâd lost.Amara.The woman fate gave me and I turned away.My fated mate.My mistake.My downfall.She hadnât just bested me in combat. Sheâd dismantled the very image Iâd spent years building: D
MATED TO THE ALPHA HEIRÂ Â Â The taste of victory
Chapter 46: The Taste of VictoryAmara â Crescent Moon Pack, Hall of TriumphThe echo of the crowd still thundered in my ears long after I stepped out of the arena. The stone walls of the Hall of Triumph caught and amplified the remnants of their cheers, twisting them into something almost sacred. I walked with purpose, my chin held high, the dust of the battlefield still clinging to my skin. Every step felt like a reclamation of powerâmy power. And for the first time in a long time, I didnât feel like a survivor.I felt like a victor.I had faced the council. I had faced Derek. I had faced the ghosts of every moment I had been silenced, doubted, belittledâand I had conquered them. The weight of centuries of tradition hadnât crushed me. I had broken it beneath my feet.Xander was at my side, his gaze proud and unwavering. He hadnât said much since we left the arena, but his silence spoke volumes. His presence alone was grounding. The way he looked at meâit wasnât just admiration. It w
MATED TO THE ALPHA HEIRÂ Â Â The Plot Continues
Chapter 44:The Plot ContinuesLuna Susanne,The flicker of torchlight cast long shadows across the cold stone walls of the Council chamber as I made my way toward the exit. My footsteps echoed in the otherwise quiet hall, the sound reminding me of how alone I truly was in this. Alone, but not powerless.The Council was still buzzing in the aftermath of the challenge. Amara had won, but it hadnât been a fair fight. It hadnât been a fight at all. She had used her cunning, her manipulation, to bend the rules in her favor. And now, she was basking in her hollow victory, thinking she had secured her place at the top. She couldnât be more wrong.Outside, the moon hung high, casting its pale glow over the land. The night felt strangely quiet, as if the pack itself was holding its breath. I could almost feel Amaraâs presence from here, the pull of her ill-gotten powerâbut it didnât intimidate me. In fact, the longer I thought about it, the more her rise felt like the beginning of the end, a p
MATED TO THE ALPHA HEIRÂ Â Â Plot to take over
Chapter 44: Plot to Take overLuna Sunnane â Crescent Moon Pack, Council ChamberThe room was cold, the shadows stretching longer as the sun dipped below the horizon. The large oak table at the center of the council chamber was darkened with the weight of the decisions that had been made within its walls. The tension in the air was thick, like the scent of blood after a battle. I leaned against the stone wall, my arms crossed over my chest, glaring at the scene before me. The voices of the elders, once full of reverence and power, now felt like an incessant hum in my ears.Amara had done it. She had won. And it had been a disaster. A complete mockery of everything weâd worked for, everything weâd sacrificed to keep the pack under control. She had no right. No rightful place. She was nothing but a rogue with a death wish, and yet the pack had let her seize the one thing that had always been oursâpower.The Council had spoken, but they had been weak. They had caved under the pressure of
MATED TO THE ALPHA HEIRÂ Â Â Reign of Ashes
Chapter 42: Reign of Ashes Xander, The clash of steel against steel echoed through the arena, reverberating against the stone walls, each strike a testament to the raw fury that both Amara and Derek poured into the battle. The arena had become their battleground, the place where destinies were rewritten, and every movement mattered. The air was thick with tension, crackling with the force of their struggle, as the crowd held its collective breath, waiting for the inevitable conclusion. Amara moved with an effortless grace, her body flowing like liquid as she evaded Derekâs strikes. Every movement was a calculated maneuver, every step a part of a larger strategy. Her eyes never left Derekâs, a fire burning behind them that spoke of her unwavering determination. She wasnât just fighting for her lifeâshe was fighting for something far greater, something more intangible but no less vital. She was fighting for her freedom. Derek, for all his arrogance, was not a fool. He knew what was
