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THE ALPHA MUST DIE
Last Updated : 2025-06-09
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Emilia Rutherford thought she left her haunted past behind, until a car crash, a cryptic warning, and a bloody trail bring it roaring back. Now, in a town that feels too quiet and eyes that watch too closely, she’s pulled into a world she never knew existed. Shifters. Blood feuds. Secrets buried under generations of silence. Asher, the quiet farmhand with eyes like gold, knows more than he says. And Victor... the ruthless Alpha with a claim on Emilia’s soul will stop at nothing to make her his. But fate has its own plans. And Emilia may be the key to unraveling everything. When destiny collides with survival, only one truth remains: THE ALPHA MUST DIE!
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THE ALPHA MUST DIE Chapter 88: JULIAN'S LAST HOWL
The night didn’t begin like any other.It began with silence.A cruel, bone-deep silence.Not the kind that settled over peace…The kind that came before a storm. The kind that waited for blood to touch ash before it screamed.Julian stood on the ridge, above the last Hollowborn trench, his breath misting in the cold. Wolves weredying in the field below...ripped apart by the Bone Army. Creatures made from twisted history, from rottedsinew and the memories of dead things that should have stayed buried.They came in rows. Hollow eyes. Fangs made of carved teeth from others. Wolves that didn’t bleed when cut. Wolves that didn’t stop moving when torn in half.And still, the Hollowborn fought.Flesh tore. Claws broke. Screams echoed, not just from throats but from the very earth.Julian bled from a cut above his eye. One arm hung limp. His shoulder had been bitten to the bone, but he still stood.He looked down at the battlefield.At Emilia.At the woman they’d called girl, witch, alpha,
Last Updated : 2025-06-09THE ALPHA MUST DIE Chapter 87: BLOOD AND ASHES
The moon was an open wound in the sky.It bled across the clouds, staining them red as it rose slow and heavy over the treeline. Below it, the earth rumbled—not with earthquakes, not with thunder, but with feet. Dozens. Hundreds. Wolves, half-turned and starving, howled through the night like the bones of the world had cracked.War had come.And it came wearing fur and rage.The first outpost burned before midnight.Emilia stood at the edge of the blaze, her hair snapping wild in the wind, her boots sinking into the ash-softened soil. Her hands were streaked with blood that wasn’t hers. Her throat tasted of iron. Wolves lay in heaps behind her—some Hollowborn, some rogue, some beyond even naming. But none of them Victor’s.Not yet.She raised her head as another howl cracked the air—close now. Her eyes glowed, gold and haunted.“Asher,” she growled.He was already beside her, shirtless, blood-slicked, teeth bared.“They’re coming from the east. Six scouts. Maybe more behind,” he said,
Last Updated : 2025-06-07THE ALPHA MUST DIE Chapter 86: Victor The Unchained
He came like a storm walking on two legs.Not for love.Not for power.But for vengeance.Not the seething, silent kind that waits in the shadows. No—this was fire vengeance. Screaming vengeance. The kind of wrath that could birth legends or burn worlds to ash, and didn’t care which came first.Victor crossed the Hollowborn border with no crown and no sigil.Only bone.Bone armor lashed to his chest with the tendons of traitors. Bone claws that scraped against stone when he walked. Bone wolves at his heels—half-spirit, half-skin, stitched together from nightmares and the dead.And worst of all?His eyes.Gone was the smolder. The seduction. What remained was hollow gold, burning not with lust or hunger anymore—but with judgment. A god scorned. A creature made only to unmake.They say the forest warned them before they saw him.The trees bent the wrong way.The birds choked mid-flight.The rivers curved backward, like they, too, were fleeing.At the edge of the Hollowborn territory, Em
Last Updated : 2025-06-07THE ALPHA MUST DIE Chapter 85: SEVERED
The sound echoed through every den. Every ruin. Every trembling root of the Hollowborn forest.A howl.Not the kind that summoned. Not the kind that mourned. Not even the kind that warned.This one was a detonation.Victor Marshall fell to his knees beneath a canopy of rotted branches, the sigils on his skin peeling like dead bark. He clawed at his chest—at the place where her scent used to live, where her presence pulsed like a second heart. Gone now. Gone like air in drowning lungs.He screamed.The cry rippled out in concentric circles across the realm—up through trees, down through grave soil, through the lungs of wolves who dropped to all fours in terror.Julian heard it from a ridge overlooking the ruins of a rebel camp. Asher felt it where he sat beside a cooling fire, sharpening Emilia’s old blade. And Emilia… Emilia stood barefoot in the glade of the Hollowborn altar, wind teasing her hair, gold glowing beneath her skin. Her pulse stilled as the sound reached her bones.T
Last Updated : 2025-06-07
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