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The unseen path
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MATED TO THE ALPHA HEIRÂ Â Â A weapon..
Chapter 14: A weapon Amara The moment Xander agreed to my plan, a surge of satisfaction rippled through me. It wasnât an expression I often allowed myself, but with him, it was different. He was a means to an end. No, not just a meansâhe was the catalyst. A tool. A weapon. And he didnât even know it yet. I watched as he took the photograph, his eyes scanning it, his thoughts clearly racing behind those icy blue eyes of his. Heâd been in the dark for so long, and now he was finally beginning to see the pieces align. But it wasnât just about the game between Xander and Derek. It was about more. This was the beginning of a much larger battle, one that had been set in motion the moment my heart had shattered into pieces, discarded by fate and crushed under the weight of the familyâs expectations. I had always been overlooked, always been the second choice, the one they didnât care for. And Derek... Derek had been everything they wanted. My grandmother had chosen him to be the
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Chapter 15: The ChallengeXANDER,Doubt slithered in like fogâquiet, dense, insidious.It was a sensation I had known all too well over the years, but tonight, it sank deeper into my chest than ever before. I sat alone in the study, a room that once belonged to my father. Now, it felt like a tombâcold and suffocating. The air was heavy with the weight of a legacy I hadnât earned, with expectations that had been thrust upon me the moment I drew my first breath.Dust-covered heirlooms stared at me from the shelves, like ghosts with opinions I was too tired to acknowledge. Their glares felt like judgments, the kind that seeped into your bones and twisted into something darker. Maps, scent reports, case filesâthey lay scattered across my desk in a chaotic sprawl. Useless. Every last one of them. My father's prized possessionsâsymbols of power, authority, and a family legacyâmeant nothing in the face of my failure. And thatâs exactly what I was beginning to see it all as: failure.Darius h
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Chapter 16: Hunting the MonsterAMARAThe moment I sent the message, I knew heâd come. Xander couldnât resist the chase, and I was just as much the hunt as the one doing the hunting. I had called him here for a reason. And from the moment I stepped onto the training yard, alone, under the sliver of moonlight, I could feel itâhis presence was already tugging at the edges of the night.He didnât disappoint. His footsteps came in steady, determined strides, breaking through the quiet like the low growl of a predator. When he emerged from the shadows, his form carved out in silver, I didnât have to look at him to know what kind of storm he carried with him. I could feel it in the airâthe tension, the hunger, the promise of something dark."Youâre late," I said without looking his way. The words felt sharp, cutting the space between us."Family drama," he muttered, and I could tell from the way he said it that it wasnât something he wanted to delve into.I finally turned to face him, my ey
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Chapter 17 â The Hunt ContinuesXANDER,The moon hung low over the Crescent Mountains, veiled by a curtain of thick clouds as if the heavens themselves were holding their breath. Wind whispered through the treetops, carrying the scent of pine, frost, and something elseâblood. I adjusted the obsidian-dipped leather straps of my armor, each etched with wolfsbane runes. It wasnât just protectionâit was a declaration. I was no longer the reckless heir chasing shadows.I was the Alpha-in-waiting. And tonight, I intended to earn the title in blood.Amara stood a few feet away, bathed in torchlight. Her silver dagger caught the fire, gleaming like moonlight on fresh snow. She looked like a legend rebornâdeadly, divine, untouchable. Her scent drifted toward me, a maddening mix of wildfire and crushed moonstone. Every instinct in me stirred, clawing for more of her. But now wasnât the time.We were hunting a traitor. Together.âYouâre quiet,â she said, adjusting the strap of her thigh holster.
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Chapter 18: Interlude â The Brotherâs Gambit DEREK, The scent of night-blooming hemlock drifted through the chamberâsweet, narcotic, masking the sharper tang of silver ink, scorched herbs, and blood. The walls were lined with runes carved deep into stone, glowing faintly with violet light. My grandmother used to say the magic in this room was older than the mountain itself. Older, even, than the Sinclairs. She feared this place. I found comfort in it. I dipped the raven feather quill into the bowl of blood mixed with powdered obsidian. The ink hissed as it met the parchmentâblessed vellum, torn from the skin of a shadowed elk. Old magic required old sacrifices. I dragged the quill across the page in long, slow strokes, etching each rune with reverence. This wasnât just a contract. It was a birthright. A knock echoed on the oak doorâsoft, restrained. Hesitant. âEnter,â I said, not pausing my writing. Gareth stepped inside. His boots were caked in mud, his cloak soaked through
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Chapter 19:- The AftermathAMARAThe weight of the night pressed down on me, thick and suffocating, as I sat in the car. My fingers clutched the leather seat, but the hum of the engine was nothing more than background noise to the chaos in my mind. The silence between Xander and me was unbearable, thick with tensionâan unspoken understanding that made the air feel charged. Darius was dead. My plan, my carefully laid plans for power, were in ruins. And I felt myself sinking deeper into a hole that I wasnât sure I could escape.I glanced at Xander, his jaw clenched tight, eyes focused on the road, his mind no doubt tangled in the web of questions I was desperately trying to keep hidden. I couldnât let him know the truth. Not now. Not ever. If anyone found out about my connection to DariusâĶ it would be over for me. The wolf in me snarled at the thought of betrayal, but there was no room for mercy in this game."Get the head," I said, my voice icy, though it cracked with the coldness cour
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Chapter 20: Search for the TruthAmaraThe night air was thick with the scent of rain, though it had yet to fall. My steps echoed through the darkened alley as I walked towards the hospital, the cold air biting at my skin. But it couldnât match the chill spreading through my chest. There was a growing pressure on me, a gnawing sensation that something far darker was closing in, and I couldnât shake the feeling that I was being hunted. As a wolf, my instincts were never wrong, but I didnât have the luxury of stopping and looking over my shoulder. Not now.The hospital lights ahead flickered like distant beacons in a world that seemed to grow darker by the second. With every step, the tension inside me mounted. I pushed open the hospital doors, the cold air inside greeting me with the harsh, sterile scent of antiseptic, mixing with the underlying dampness of the old building. But it wasnât just the smell of the hospital that clung to the airâit was something more. An energy, palpable an
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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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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
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