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Mated To My Stepbrother Chapter 110
ASHTON'S POV"Because they smell blood in the water," Elara said, voice low and cold. She pointed towards the southern border on the map. "Increased movement here too. Small groups. Not attacking, just... watching. Like vultures circling. Thorne’s faction whispers louder every day, Alpha. Spreading fear. Saying the Conclave is our only chance for peace... through concession." She spat the last word."Concession means handing her over," Torin growled from his post by the door, the first words he’d spoken since entering. The raw protectiveness in the old warrior’s voice mirrored Ashton’s own."It means surrender," Ashton corrected, his voice flat, final. He placed his palms flat on the table, leaning over the map, his shadow falling across Silvermane lands. "It means showing our belly to the jackal. And we all know what happens then." He looked up, meeting each of their eyes in turn. "Thorne plays his games. Silvermane sharpens their claws. We secure the north. We secure the east. We sh
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Ashton's POV They stayed like that, wrapped in the fragile sanctuary of the firelit room. The Alpha and the lost girl, foreheads touching, breathing the same air, sharing warmth against the encroaching chill. The war drum beat of the pack pulsed beneath them, a constant reminder of the world outside, but here, for these stolen moments, time stretched thin and precious. The weight of command, the specter of Thorne, the gathering might of Silvermane – it all ceased to exist. There was only the shared warmth, the unspoken vow hanging heavy in the air, the terrifying, exhilarating potential of *them*, rekindled not in sunshine, but in the very heart of the gathering storm. Her fingers tightened minutely on his wrist.Finally, reluctantly, the demands of the outside world intruded. He pulled back, the separation feeling like tearing skin. Her eyes were still wide, pupils dilated, but the raw, animal terror was tempered now. Confusion, yes. Overwhelming emotion. Bewilderment at the intensi
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Ashton's POV He closed the door softly behind him, the heavy *thud* a final barrier against the outside world. The muffled thrum of the pack was still there, a constant, distant pressure against his senses, but here, in this room thick with stone and his own will, it was dampened, held at bay. He crossed the room, movements deliberate, unhurried, giving her space to adjust to his presence, to the shift in energy he brought. He stopped a few feet from the window seat, leaning his shoulder against the cold stone archway, trying to appear less imposing, less like the force of nature he felt churning inside."You ate," he observed, his voice deliberately softer, lower than the growl he’d used with Rylan, stripped of the Alpha command. He nodded towards the small table beside the window. A ceramic bowl sat there, mostly empty. Stew, by the look of it. Mara’s doing.She glanced at it, a flicker of something like shame crossing her features before she quickly looked back at him, pulling the
Mated To My Stepbrother Chapter 107
(Ashton's POV)The silence after the Council chamber door slammed was less a sound and more a physical pressure settling on Ashton’s shoulders. It was the abrupt cessation of shouted accusations, Thorne’s venomous logic, the fearful whispers of elders who saw only ruin in his defiance. But beneath his boots, the ancient stone floors of Moonstone Keep thrummed. Not silent. Never silent. It was the pulse of the pack itself – a low, discordant vibration of hundreds of hearts beating too fast, breaths held too tight, muscles coiled for a violence that hung thick in the air, a coppery tang beneath the scent of cold stone and woodsmoke. Ten hours. Ten hours of teeth bared beneath polite words, threats veiled as counsel. Silvermane wasn’t just probing anymore. Scouts confirmed it: massing forces. And whispers, like rats in the walls, spoke of others – opportunistic jackals smelling blood in the water.Rylan materialized from the shadowed archway down the corridor, a solid, scarred bulwark ag
Mated To My Stepbrother Chapter 106
Ashton's POV If Stoneclaw was granite and ice, the Nightstalker domain was shadow and silence. Deep within ancient, mist-shrouded forests, their settlement was barely visible – dwellings woven into the living trees, paths known only to them. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth, decaying leaves, and something else… a watchful stillness that felt predatory. Ashton felt eyes on them long before they were challenged.The Nightstalker Alpha, Lyra, emerged from the gloom like a wraith. Tall, slender, her dark hair braided tightly back, her eyes an unnerving shade of pale green that seemed to glow faintly in the twilight. She moved with absolute silence, her presence commanding the shadows around her. Her pack was felt, not seen – rustles in the undergrowth, the occasional glint of eyes from the trees."Ashton Vince," Lyra’s voice was soft, melodious, yet carried an undeniable edge. Like a knife drawn across silk. "Moonstone’s firebrand. You trespass in shadow.""We seek counsel,
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Ashton's POV A flicker in Borin’s icy eyes. A tightening of the scarred knuckles gripping the arms of his stone chair. Stoneclaw had clashed bitterly with Silvermane a generation ago over rich hunting grounds now firmly in Silvermane’s grasp. The wound still festered."Silvermane is strong," Borin stated, though it sounded like a reluctant admission."Strong, yes," Ashton conceded. "But arrogant. Distracted by their vendetta against Moonstone. Distracted by *her*." He didn’t name Novah, but the implication hung heavy. "They believe the south is fractured. They believe the old alliances are dust." He took a step forward, his gaze locking with Borin’s. "Show them they are wrong. Show them that when one pack is threatened by the jackal, the wolves of the mountains remember their teeth."Silence descended, thick and heavy. The fire crackled. Ashton could feel the shift in the pack’s energy, the low growl softening into a tense, listening hum. Borin’s gaze bored into him, weighing, calcul
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