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CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

Author: Brooke Meyer
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-25 03:38:53

Kael’s POV

The ball was supposed to be a triumph. A night to cement Serena’s place at my side, to make it clear to every Alpha and every wolf present that she was mine, that she was their Luna. And in many ways, it had been. She had owned that hall, her presence fierce and commanding. Even Ronan’s smug expression had faltered under her gaze.

But I couldn’t shake the image of her in the garden.

Her face when I found her, it hadn’t been startled like I expected. It had been…soft. Focused. As though she had been speaking to someone real. Someone she didn’t want me to see.

My wolf growled low in my chest, pacing restlessly. She was hiding something.

I had pressed her, but her lie had come too smooth. Too practiced. Serena rarely lied to me. That alone had my instincts bristling.

The music behind us swelled as the ball continued. Wolves laughed, glasses clinked, deals were made in whispered corners. Yet my attention remained tethered to her, the way she leaned against me now, her bod
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  • THE ALPHA FIERCE LUNA   CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE

    KAEL’S POV The ashes of the eastern village still clung to my memory when we gathered together that night. The weight of every death pressed against me, a silent demand for action. Marcus stood at my right, arms crossed, his eyes hard. Serena sat across the table, her hand resting against the wood, steadying me more than she knew. Alina, calm but sharp-eyed, leaned forward, waiting. “They won’t stop with the east,” I said. “The Alpha King wanted me to see his reach. To show that my borders mean nothing to him.” Marcus’s jaw flexed. “He’s baiting you.” “Then let him,” I growled. “But I won’t walk into his war unprepared. If we face him, we’ll need more than Black Ash. We’ll need every ally we can muster.” The room stilled at that. Alina shifted, uneasy. “Kael… alliances come with debts. You know that. Wolves don’t fight for free.” I looked her dead in the eye. “Better to owe than to bury our pack under ash.” Markus Harden was beside me, talking to his mate that way, I couldn’t h

  • THE ALPHA FIERCE LUNA   CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR

    SERENA’S POV A week passed in uneasy quiet. Life in Black Ash moved as though nothing had changed, wolves training in the yard, pups tumbling in the grass, the scent of fresh bread and roasted meat drifting from the kitchens. Kael’s orders to double the patrols had been carried out, and each night the borders bristled with sharper vigilance. On the surface, peace had returned. But beneath it, a fragile thread pulled tight. I felt it every time my wolf lifted her head at a sound in the distance, every time Kael’s gaze swept the horizon as though he expected the shadows to bleed into our lands. The silence in my mind still held, though cracks threatened at the edges. Sometimes I thought I heard the faintest hum, like breath against the back of my neck, gone before I could catch it. Freya was watching. Waiting. I was in the library that morning, tracing the spines of old tomes, when the doors burst open. One of the border guards stumbled in, chest heaving, eyes wide with horror. “

  • THE ALPHA FIERCE LUNA   CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE

    SERENA POV The warmth of home clung to me as Kael and I followed Marcus into his private study after settling down. The walls smelled faintly of parchment and cedar, the fire crackling low in the hearth. Alina had retreated to prepare supper, leaving the three of us in the dim light, the weight of unspoken truths pressing thick between us. Marcus poured wine into three cups and set them on the desk. His sharp eyes scanned me, as if reading every flicker of unease I thought I’d hidden. “You both returned whole,” he said finally. “But different. What happened out there?” Kael glanced at me before answering, his hand tightening around mine. “Thalos performed the ritual. It cut Freya’s pull from Serena… but it won’t last forever.” Marcus froze, cup in hand. His brows furrowed. “Explain.” So we did. We told him of the iron bowl, of blood and fire, of whispers that tried to crawl into my mind even as the flames consumed them. I told him of the silence that followed, the first silence

  • THE ALPHA FIERCE LUNA   CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO

    SERENA POV The night after the ritual was the first in weeks I'd slept without whispers clawing at my mind. No cold dread had seeped into my chest, no phantom fingers scraped along my veins. Only Kael's warmth, steady and grounding, his heartbeat thrumming through the bond like an anchor. I lay awake long after the fire died down, staring at the shadows dancing across the ceiling of the room. Exhaustion weighed on my body, but my thoughts refused to rest. The silence inside my head was almost unnerving, like a void waiting to be filled. "Still awake?" Kael murmured, his voice low and sleepy. "I don't trust it," I admitted. "The quiet. It feels... wrong, somehow. Too fragile." His arm tightened around me. "Then let me hold it for you. Even if it breaks, I'll be here to gather the pieces." I turned toward him, searching his face in the moonlight. The firelight was gone, but the silver glow painted him with a strong jaw, eyes dark and endless – a man who'd carried the weight of an

  • THE ALPHA FIERCE LUNA   CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE

    SERENA POV The silence was almost unsettling. Kael never left my side. His arm draped around my shoulders, steady and grounding, his warmth seeping into me as though he feared I might shatter without it. His wolf’s energy coiled protectively, wrapping around mine, a silent vow that he would not allow Freya to touch me again. Across the hall, Elder Thalos crouched beside the shattered iron bowl, his gaze intent as if the fractured metal held ancient truths. His staff leaned against his shoulder, and when he stood, the firelight danced across his face, casting his eyes in a dark, obsidian sheen. “Don’t rest on your laurels,” he said, his voice cutting through the chamber. “The ritual severed her feeding, but only for a time. What you feel now is not her absence, it is her restraint. And Freya has never tolerated chains for long.” Kael’s jaw clenched. His hand tightened on mine. “Then tell us how to make it permanent. Tell us how to end her pull, once and for all.” Thalos’s staff

  • THE ALPHA FIERCE LUNA   CHAPTER SIXTY

    SERENA’S POV Thalos struck flint; a small flame curled to life. He nodded to Kael. My mate drew a blade across his palm without flinching and held it over the fire. Red drops fell, and the flame leapt as if it recognized him. “My blood, my bond, my pack be shield and lock,” he said, voice low, sure. The flame deepened, copper to carmine. My turn. I pricked my finger. One bright drop fell, and the little flame flashed white, then red, then lurched to a soot-black heart. A fine thread of smoke rose, thin as a hair, reaching upward like the first line of a net. Thalos’s voice unfurled, ancient words grinding like stones in a river. “By flame that guards and shadow bound, we close the path where hunger wounds. What’s taken twists to ash and night; what’s sought is sealed from mortal sight.” The runes woke dull silver glows traveling the lines, meeting, circling, returning. The temperature dropped. The hairs along my arms lifted. Then the tug. It hooked behind my sternum,

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