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Chapter Thirty-Two: Where The Bruises Begin
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SAVING ALPHA THORNE: THE MOONBOUND PACT Chapter Thirty-Five: Bringing Out His Wolf
Ian's POV Morning came and went like a ghost through stone. Now, night reigned, cloaking DuskHowl in its coldest breath. I peered through the narrow window slit, watching the moon cast its pale glow over the arena’s towering spires and bloodstained sands. The light felt ancient, untouched by time. Beneath it, the war drums boomed – steady, thunderous, like the heartbeat of death itself. My own heart thudded in rhythm, wild and breathless. The moon was nearly full. The hour was close. The battle loomed. Outside, DuskHowl roared. The frenzied chants of thousands rose like smoke, thick and electric with bloodlust. Screeches and ululations tore through the air like jagged lightning. The entire castle trembled with anticipation. A cacophony of voices swelled – a savage chorus hungry for violence. I stepped away from the window. My chest heaved. My legs wouldn’t stop pacing, like I could outwalk the fear clinging to my bones. But it stayed. It always did. My heart pulsed with fir
SAVING ALPHA THORNE: THE MOONBOUND PACT Chapter Thirty-Four: Let The Blood Tournament Begin!
Thorne's POV “Roll the gates!!” the tall guard barked, his voice snapping through the corridor like a whip. Two others responded, bracing themselves against the massive wheel. With a guttural heave, they pushed it into motion. The grinding of metal echoed like a death bell, each click of the mechanism louder than the last – until the din outside swallowed it whole. A cacophony surged through the walls. Roars. Cheers. Frenzied chants. War-drums beaten by fists and feet. Voices howled like a feverish cult in worship of blood. The ground trembled beneath my bare feet. Then came pain – sharp and sudden. Omaru yanked my head back by the hair, forcing his face beside mine, his breath foul with fermented meat. “Shaking already, huh?” he sneered. “Feeling the heat?” I didn’t answer. Didn't blink. He released my hair, pushing me forward. I continued walking, my thoughts bouncing off in my mind. What are they planning on doing with me? Why are they taking me to their arena?
SAVING ALPHA THORNE: THE MOONBOUND PACT Chapter Thirty-Three: Wretch
Thorne's POV [Present day - Varkhaal Pack] A splash. The ice-cold water slammed into my chest and face. I gasped, choking, lungs tightening as I jerked awake. The stench of mold, piss, and rusted iron clawed at my nose. Light burned in from the slit high on the wall – a cruel strip of sun that pierced the cell: blinding, indifferent. I lifted a trembling hand to my eyes, but it wasn’t fast enough. Pain bloomed behind my lids. Then I saw them. Two guards stood over me. Shadows with boots and breathing hate. The taller guard let the empty iron bucket clatter to the floor. His lip curled. “Well, well, well…” he drawled, his voice slick with mockery. “Look who we have here. It’s Wretch!” Outside the dungeon walls, noise roared – the clamor of a crowd thick with bloodlust. Shouting. Screaming. Drums pounding like war. My heart clenched. I didn’t know what was happening, only that it made my skin crawl. The people sounded hungry – for spectacle, for blood. I pressed mys
SAVING ALPHA THORNE: THE MOONBOUND PACT Chapter Thirty-Two: Where The Bruises Begin
Thorne’s POV [Nineteen Years Ago] The moment I saw him, I ran. "Father!" I cried out, laughter bursting from my chest as my feet slapped against the stone floor of the hallway downstairs. The royal guards stepped aside just in time as I burst through the entrance. The sun framed him as he turned. Father. Arms open. Smile wide. His arms closed around me like a promise. Warm. Strong. Unbreakable. He scooped me into the air with a joyous grunt, spinning me until the world became a blur of sky and leaves and warmth. My laughter lit up the sky like a flare in the dark. I didn’t care who was watching. The world faded. In that moment, I was just a boy in his father’s arms, the arms I longed for every night. “My boy!” he said, voice thick with pride. He set me down and ruffled my hair, cupping my cheek with his callused hand. His scent – leather, steel, and that mysterious lavender that always seemed to calm me when I breathed it in – wrapped around me like safety. I buried my f
SAVING ALPHA THORNE: THE MOONBOUND PACT Chapter Thirty-One: Taming Ryker, Breaking Maro
Ian's POVI padded back to the bed and perched on the edge like a king surveying the wreckage of a failed coup. My legs crossed with lazy elegance, spine slouched just enough to speak of dangerous comfort. My smile curled slowly – a poisonous bloom. Honeyed, laced with venom."Leave the door, Ashval," I whispered into our bond.He obeyed instantly, moving toward me without question."Ian, what did you do?" He asked, voice tight with disbelief. "Why are they just standing there? Why aren’t they running to Kaelric?""Oh, Ashval…" I purred, my eyes locked on Ryker and Maro, both frozen in place near the door. "I have the bastards right where they never thought I’d get them."I tilted my head and said sweetly, "I’m waiting, boys. The clock’s ticking."They shifted like children caught red-handed. Fingers twitching. Guilt written across every flicker of their eyes.Ryker snapped first."It doesn’t mean a damn thing!" he barked, stomping forward.I didn’t even blink. I smiled, studying my n
SAVING ALPHA THORNE: THE MOONBOUND PACT Chapter Thirty: Aroma Of Mutiny
Ian's POV The air turned hot and sharp, like fire given breath. It rushed into my lungs and clawed its way out. I dropped to my knees. A rasp tore through my throat, raw and ugly. My chest tightened like a vice, and every nerve screamed. My vision blurred as heat flooded into my skull. Ashval was already on the ground, twitching. His wheeze echoed mine. “Ian…” he whispered through the bond. It was thin. Threadbare. Fading. I crawled toward him, my claws scratching against stone, my throat caving in on itself. “Ashval… Ash–Ash…” My voice failed. My lips were numb. The burn worsened. Like smoke curling through my veins, suffocating everything. I writhed on the floor, helpless. I knew this. I had seen this before. Kaelric had done it to Lazhara in the dining hall when she poured that wine on me and slapped me for staining her dress. It was an Alpha’s biggest weapon. A scent-based chokehold meant to subdue wolves of lesser status. And now, Maro was using it
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