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Chapter Twenty-one: Veiled In Moonlight, Cloaked In Truth
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SAVING ALPHA THORNE: THE MOONBOUND PACT Chapter Forty-Two: Glare For Glare, Game For Game
Ian’s POV Before I could utter a word, the door creaked open and Kaelric strode in, Shabari trailing behind like a foul shadow. "My prince... I know you care for him, but he should be buried immedia–" Shabari's words twisted and died in his throat the moment his gaze fell upon me. He froze. His eyes ballooned from their sockets, popping out like two boiled eggs hurled into hot oil, and for a split second, he looked like a bald chicken that had just been baptized in fire. His entire body stiffened, as if every muscle had signed a ceasefire agreement. Kaelric saw me, and he gasped. "Small wolf!” Alarm lanced through me like a javelin. They’d seen something. No, someone. Ashval.My head snapped sideways, heart slamming against my ribs. But he wasn’t there. Not beside me. Not behind me. Not anywhere. The panic rose, fast and raw, a roaring tide that swallowed sense and breath and thought.Where had he gone?Before I could scream his name through the bond, it flared – warm, sudden, a
SAVING ALPHA THORNE: THE MOONBOUND PACT Chapter Forty-One: The Woman In White
Ian's POV “Ian. Ian. Ian…”The voice slid over me like silk over steel."Ian. Wake up. Wake up."My lashes fluttered. First light. Then shape. Then presence.A white-cloaked figure stood at the foot of the bed. Her hood masked her face, but her gaze burned through it – and through me. My heart stuttered. Cold licked my spine.“W–who… who are y–you?” I rasped. "I believe your wolf could answer that."Ashval.My chest locked. I turned toward the toilet door.Nothing. The bond was silent.I turned to her, panic exploding in my chest. "What have you done to my wolf?! What have you done to him?!"I tried to rise, but agony lanced through my ribs. I collapsed back into the bed with a strangled grunt.“You don’t need to move,” she said calmly. “Just listen.”She tilted her head toward the door. “Your wolf is alive. Asleep. Like the guards outside.”My pulse spiked. Ryker. Maro. She’d subdued them?“You’re still healing,” she added softly. “The moonbane wasn’t diluted. It was raw. Death in
SAVING ALPHA THORNE: THE MOONBOUND PACT Chapter Forty: A Wishful Tear
Thorne's POV The door screeched open like a dying beast, and I was shoved inside the cell like a sack of rot.My feet skidded across the blood-slick ground and I glided, losing balance. My back hit the cold stone with a sickening thud. Chains rattled behind me. Omaru's boot nudged my side as he stepped away, followed by Nikolai. Vanyel entered last – slow, sure, and gleaming with malice."Remember what I told you earlier, wretch," came his voice – oily, gloating.His footsteps were slow, deliberate. He walked past me like a ghost and made his way to the heavy oaken table that waited in the shadows.I watched him carefully. His silhouette, lit by flickering torchlight, moved with aristocratic arrogance. There, he began to unwrap a dark velvet cloth draped over the table with reverent care, as if revealing holy relics. But they were anything but holy. Beneath it lay an array of instruments – steel gleamed, some jagged, some curved, some stained a rust-brown that didn’t come from age.
SAVING ALPHA THORNE: THE MOONBOUND PACT Chapter Thirty-Nine: When The Dark Stirs
Thorne's POV Darius’s roar cracked like a whip through the hall. “For years after your mother’s death, I had the high matrons shape you. They were handpicked, tasked with softening your edges, breaking the wild in you, turning you into something... respectable. But you spat on all of it. Learned the blood arts behind my back. You rebel, you disobey, and now–” he thrust a trembling finger at Shanura’s bloodied form on the floor. “–you have shamed me before the kings. You interfered in a blood fight. In my pit!” He was no longer speaking. He was seething, his words boiling out of his mouth like venom, blistering the air around him. Shanura lay crumpled on the stone floor, hair matted with sweat, her breathing shallow. Still, her voice came – low, but steady. “I do not regret my actions, father. I take full responsibility.” Those words scorched him. Darius let out a guttural snarl and lashed her again. And again. The whip cracked through the air, slicing her back open in brut
SAVING ALPHA THORNE: THE MOONBOUND PACT Chapter Thirty-Eight: She Bled For Me
Thorne's POV The palace was cloaked in silence. Night had fallen hard, pressing its chill fingers through the stone walls. Outside, the wind howled like a mourning beast. Inside, the lanterns flickered in the draft, casting nervous shadows along the hall.I was kneeling. My legs ached beneath me, blood sluggish in my limbs. Omaru and Nikolai stood at either side, close enough to strike if I so much as flinched. The bruise on my lip pulsed, hot and sharp – an ugly souvenir from earlier. The pain had teeth. It bit deeper with every breath I took. I was weak. Starved. Splintered.But I was still here. Before the throne of the ruthless king of Varkhaal. Darius. And before most of his pack. She knelt ahead of me. Shanura. Head bowed. Her hair hung like a tangled veil across her face like she didn’t want the court to see her, but didn’t care enough to hide. Darius’s voice shattered the quiet. “State your offense before the throne.” “I interfered in the blood pit and saved him,” she sa
SAVING ALPHA THORNE: THE MOONBOUND PACT Chapter Thirty-Seven: Marked For Vanquishment
Ian's POV My foot struck bone. Pain roared up my leg like wildfire, and I staggered back, biting down a scream. I had delivered the kick, but it felt like my own spine had shattered. That was the problem with not having Ashval inside me. I was weak, exposed, breakable. Lazhara’s body twisted midair and landed hard. She rolled like a broken puppet across the arena’s stone floor. A gasp rose from the crowd. Then silence. It was the kind of silence that didn’t breathe. I stood, chest rising and falling, blood thumping like war drums behind my eyes. I had never hated someone this much. Not Brenda. Not Vashti. Not even Kaelric. All I wanted was to kill Lazhara. And I would. I raised my head, eyes sweeping the sea of stunned faces watching from the stands above. The storm in me surged. Something inside me screamed to rise. To speak. I strode toward the edge of the pit, where the shadows of the torches couldn’t touch me, every step sparking like flint against steel. Then I turn
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