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Chapter 70: THE WOLF QUEEN'S BLOOD
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THE 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,
THE 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
THE 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
THE ALPHA MUST DIE Chapter 84: THE BLOOD RING
The forest had grown too quiet.Not the silence of peace. Not even the kind bred by death.This was the hush before something broke.Emilia knelt beside the charred circle where the bone wolves had bowed. In her hands, she held a box made of bone and blackened iron. It was cold even in the rising heat of the Blood Moon. Her fingers trembled around the edges of the clasp—not from fear, but something harder to name. Something closer to recognition.The artifact had been buried beneath the Hollowborn altar, hidden in a compartment marked only by a ring of dried blood that never faded. Julian had found it when the dust settled, his voice flat when he handed it over.“You’ll know what to do,” he said.But she didn’t. Not yet.Asher stepped into the clearing behind her. He didn’t speak. Didn’t breathe too loudly. Just stood there like he knew this was not a moment to interrupt.Emilia opened the box.Inside, nestled in ash and silver thread, was a ring—no jewel, no elegance. Just a plain ba
THE ALPHA MUST DIE Chapter 83: THE ARMY OF BONES
The first howl came from beneath the earth.Not from throat nor flesh. But from marrow.Julian heard it before he saw them... felt it like a cold hand closing around the base of his spine, gripping tight. The wind held no scent. The trees stood too still. The night had a pulse, but it didn’t beat. It thrummed, like something remembering blood.And then the wolves came.From the clefts in the ravine. From the graves behind abandoned farmhouses. From the hollows of trees older than the war itself. Bones, knitted together with dark sinew and strips of burned wolfhide. Some had skulls cracked down the center like they'd been reborn from death. Others still bore the sigils of the fallen—torn banners from Victor's past kills. This wasn't just an army. It was a funeral that kept walking.Julian gritted his teeth, standing atop the stone ridge overlooking the field that once cradled Hollowborn meetings. The moon was high, bloated, sick with omen. His palms itched for the blade at his back.
THE ALPHA MUST DIE Chapter 82: RETURN OF THE ROGUE
Darkness opened like a mouth.Asher dropped into it.The stronghold's entrance was hidden beneath a mountain of charred bone and twisted stone, carved into the side of a cliff that had long since lost its name. No light welcomed him. No guards barred his path. The trap wasn't steel or claw. It was silence.His boots crushed shards of old sigils as he moved. The air stank of sulfur and blood-magic. This was Victor's domain now... not ruled, but possessed. And deep inside it, Emilia slept, curled in the prison of a dream forged from pain and longing.He’d seen her scream through it. Heard her voice rip the night. And then silence.That was when he knew.She wasn’t just trapped.She was fading.The corridor twisted like intestines, narrowing, pulsing, humid with rot. A flicker of movement to his left—nothing. He didn’t draw his blade. The wolf in him was already out, crouched just beneath skin and sinew, breath steaming from his lips as the temperature dropped. His claws lengthened sligh
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