Se connecterFive Years Later
Ronan’s POV: The orchards were full of fruit the branches were bending down because of the weight of the fruit. The air smelled like soil and freshly baked bread from the village down below. I was standing on the balcony watching a pup with black fur playing in the tall grass. He was making a pitched noise that made the guards at the gate laugh. He was a boy, very fast and when he changed back into a boy his eyes were a beautiful silver color. "He is trying to catch dragonflies, he has your stubbornness. " Lira said, coming to stand beside me. She looked very happy the purple stains on her hands were gone. She was wearing a gold ring that showed she was the Lunar Empress. "And he has your light," I added, kissing her temple. I put my arm around her. Pulled her close to me. The world was a place now. The Silver-Grip was a place where people could heal. It was the center of a new world where magic and people with wolf blood could live together in harmony. "Let him do it " I said, finally smiling. "He has a lot of time to learn about the things, in life. For now let him just enjoy the things." Lira put her head on my shoulder watching our son run towards us. "We did a thing, Ronan." "No " I said, looking at the woman who had changed everything. "You did it Lira. I just made the decision to follow you." As the moon came up over the valley, big and white and free the story of the silver and the gold finally came to an end.My loves, we made it. The Alpha’s Sacrificial Mate is officially complete at 43 chapters. When I typed “Chapter 1” at 2am, I was just a Nigerian girl with a werewolf dream and terrible network. I never thought my book would find YOU. But you stayed. Through every chapter and words . Thank you for sacrificing your sleep, your data, and your peace of mind for this story. This is my first signed book, and finishing it feels fulfilling. If the book taught us anything, it’s that sacrifice is never wasted when it’s for love. To my GoodNovel family: your reviews are my oxygen. If this story touched you, please drop a rating. It helps more than you know. This isn’t goodbye. Clar_Issa is already cooking. My next book -Omega : Fated to the Alpha loading. Until then, stay wild, stay reading, and thank you for choosing me. With all my love, Clar_Issa 💛
Five Years Later Ronan’s POV: The orchards were full of fruit the branches were bending down because of the weight of the fruit. The air smelled like soil and freshly baked bread from the village down below. I was standing on the balcony watching a pup with black fur playing in the tall grass. He was making a pitched noise that made the guards at the gate laugh. He was a boy, very fast and when he changed back into a boy his eyes were a beautiful silver color. "He is trying to catch dragonflies, he has your stubbornness. " Lira said, coming to stand beside me. She looked very happy the purple stains on her hands were gone. She was wearing a gold ring that showed she was the Lunar Empress. "And he has your light," I added, kissing her temple. I put my arm around her. Pulled her close to me. The world was a place now. The Silver-Grip was a place where people could heal. It was the center of a new world where magic and people with wolf blood could live together in harmony. "L
Ronan’s POVThe Great Hall of the Silver-Grip was silent. The air still suffocating to me as I go through my thoughts. I stood before the mirror in my room staring at a man I hardly recognized. The shiny light of the transformation had faded, leaving me in my skin but the scars looked different now.I looked at my hands. They were clean washed raw with cold water. I could still feel Kaels life slipping away from me.“The shadows were so loud " he had said.I closed my eyes. For a second I was back in the mountain pass feeling his heart stop beating against my blade. I had spent my life preparing to kill monsters. I had never prepared to kill the boy I used to race with in the orchards.I leaned my forehead against the glass of the mirror. I was the leader of the Silver Moon. I had won the Great War. So why did I feel empty?The door creaked open. I did not need to look to know it was Lira. Our connection. A steady golden-white thread vibrating in my chest. Told me everything. She was
Lira’s POV The silence was the loudest thing about the Lunar Peaks. After the screaming of the Void and the clash of steel, the stillness of the mountain was almost physical. We didn't leave immediately. The wounded were too many, and the exhaustion was too deep. I sat on a flat stone overlooking the valley, my hands resting in my lap. They were no longer glowing, but a faint, pearlescent shimmer remained beneath my skin—a permanent reminder that I was no longer just Lira the servant. Ronan approached from behind, his footsteps heavy. He didn't say anything; he simply sat beside me and pulled my head onto his shoulder. "We lost a lot of good people," he said, his voice raw. He wasn't talking as an Alpha to his pack; he was talking as a man to his mate. "We did," I whispered, thinking of Kael, and the young guards, and the Hollowed who had faded into stardust to buy us time. "But they didn't die for a throne, Ronan. They died for the morning. Look." On the horizon, the first true
Lira’s POV The final confrontation isn't fought on the snow of the peaks, but in the shimmering, distorted reality of the Void. As the Solar Eclipse begins, the sky turns into a cloud of black and fire, signaling the end of the old world and the birth of the new. As our hands stayed locked, Ronan and I were pulled from the physical battlefield into a realm of endless mirrors and swirling violet mist. The Witch stood at the center of a dying star, her form flickering between a beautiful queen and a skeletal horror. Beside her, Dominic—now a hollow shell of Star-Iron and shadow—snarled, his presence cold enough to crack the air. "You brought the sun to my doorstep," the Witch hissed, her voice echoing like a thousand dying screams. "But here, in the dark between worlds, the sun is just a memory." Dominic lunged, his movements jagged and unnatural. But Ronan, in his metallic platinum wolf form, met him mid-air. It wasn't a fight of teeth and claws; it was a collision of light and
Lira’s POV The base of the Lunar Peaks was not made of stone, but of calcified shadows. As our exhausted army marched into it , the crimson light from the summit turned the snow into the color of a fresh wound. Ronan stood at the front, his hand gripped so tightly around his sword that his knuckles were white. The death of Kael hung over him like a shroud, but there was no time for grief. The Witch stood upon the highest crag, her stag-skull mask replaced by a crown. She wasn't just a woman anymore; she was a flaw in our world. "The Key has arrived," her voice boomed, vibrating in our very marrow. "And she brings a graveyard with her." With a flick of her wrist, the ground erupted. Thousands of shadow-wraiths—the spirits of every Atoner ever sacrificed—rose from the earth. They weren't the "Hollowed" we had saved; these were twisted by centuries of hate. The battle was a slaughter. Silas and the Winter-Fang were being swallowed by the tide of shadows. Ronan fought like a god pos
Lira's POV The Black Stone Tablet was still glowing like crazy since we got back from the orchards. It was sitting in the middle of the Great Halls table pulsing with a silver light that was like a warning. "They are here " Kael said, his voice all tight. He was standing by the windows looking
Lira's POV The Black Stone Tablet was still glowing like crazy since we got back from the orchards. It was sitting in the middle of the Great Halls table pulsing with a silver light that was like a warning. "They are here " Kael said, his voice all tight. He was standing by the windows looking
Lira's POV The ride to the Southern Orchards was really long it took four hours. This time I was not a prisoner I was free. I rode a white horse that the stable master gave me. He used to not look at me but now he is nice to me. Ronan was riding his war horse beside me he is always strong and cal
Lira's POV The first morning of the era did not bring the peace I had hoped for. I woke up in Ronan’s bed. The smell of cedar and masculinity surrounded me. For a seconds I forgot I was an Atoner. I forgot about the mark on my neck. I was a woman waking up next to her mate. Then I saw my hands.







