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Chapter Eighty seven: When queens stand
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The Alpha king and the Hunt Chapter Eighty nine: Prayer of Fire and Moon
Aria’s POV…."Stay strong and make the right decision, Remember to use your heart" was what the shadow Lyra told me I hugged her tightly and she kissed my cheeks before leaving.The world felt different when I closed my eyes.Not quieter—never quiet anymore—but deeper. Heavier. As though every breath carried the weight of what was coming. I stood alone in the inner chamber of the war tent, hands resting gently over my stomach, armor half-fastened, firelight dancing across the curved steel walls.“Little one,” I whispered.The word felt strange. Sacred.I had not spoken to the child aloud yet. Not truly. Not like this.“You’re too young to understand what’s happening,” I murmured, my palm warming beneath my touch. “And maybe you never will. I hope you never have to.”A faint flutter stirred beneath my skin.Not imagination.Movement.My breath caught.“I know,” I whispered shakily. “I feel it too.”Selene stirred softly inside me, her presence no longer sharp but steady—watchful.The
The Alpha king and the Hunt Chapter Eighty eight: This is not goodbye
Kaelen’s POV……The battlefield was still hours away, yet war already lived in my bones.I stood at the highest ridge overlooking the gathered forces—packs united under one banner, armor catching the pale light of the wounded sky. The earth groaned beneath us, as if it already knew how much blood it would drink before the sun rose again.This was it.The final march.I inhaled deeply, letting the scent of my warriors ground me—steel, leather, wolf, fear, resolve. They were ready. Not because they wanted war, but because they understood what would happen if we failed.Behind me, Aria’s presence burned like a living flame. I didn’t need to turn to know she was there. My bond with her—damaged, reforged, tested in fire and darkness—thrummed steadily now. Not perfect. But strong.Alive.I raised my hand.Silence fell.Hundreds of warriors stilled instantly, eyes lifting to me. Alphas. Betas. Fighters who had never bowed to a king until now.I did not wear a crown.I wore scars.“My brothers
The Alpha king and the Hunt Chapter Eighty seven: When queens stand
Louis’s POV….The wind carried the scent of iron and ash long before the horns were sounded.War always announced itself like that—quietly at first. A tightening in the chest. A heaviness in the air. The wolves felt it before the mind could name it.I stood at the edge of the training grounds, my daughter pressed against my chest, her tiny breaths warm through the fabric of my cloak. Little Aria slept peacefully, unaware that the world she had been born into was about to burn.I envied her.Around me, warriors moved with grim purpose—checking blades, fastening armor, tightening straps with hands that did not tremble even though their eyes sometimes did. These were my people. My pack. Survivors of fire and loss.Many of them had lost everything already.Their homes. Their mates. Their children.And yet they stood.I lifted my chin and stepped forward.The murmur died instantly.They turned to me—every single one of them. Wolves who had followed me after my mate died, after our pack bur
The Alpha king and the Hunt Chapter eighty six: The weight of farewells
Damien’s POV….The air before war always felt heavier than the battle itself.It clung to the lungs. Sat on the shoulders. Made every breath deliberate.I stood at the front of my troops as the last of the safe-pack convoys vanished beyond the wards. The land beneath my boots trembled faintly, a constant reminder that the world itself was being wounded somewhere far beyond our sight.My warriors stood in perfect formation—rows upon rows of hardened fighters, armor strapped tight, blades sharpened until they gleamed like slivers of moonlight. Some were veterans, scars crisscrossing their skin like maps of past wars. Others were young—barely blooded—but their eyes burned with the same fire.None of them wavered.They knew what waited beyond the horizon.Death. Darkness. Or victory bought with blood.I drew a slow breath and stepped forward.Silence fell immediately.Every eye locked on me.I felt the weight of it then—not fear, not doubt—but responsibility. These wolves had sworn their
The Alpha king and the Hunt Chapter Eight five: When the world holds it's breath
Aria’s POVThe world was bleeding.I felt it before anyone spoke a word—before the alarms rang, before the warriors shouted orders, before the ground trembled hard enough to send cracks through stone.It was like a slow siphoning beneath my skin.As if something vast and merciless had sunk its claws into the bones of the earth and was drinking.I pressed my palm to my chest, breath hitching as the air around me grew heavy, charged with wrongness. Magic—wild, ancient magic—was being torn away from the land. I could feel ley lines screaming, their energy unraveling like frayed thread.“The ritual…” I whispered.Selene stirred uneasily inside me.Yes, she said grimly. He has begun.Outside, chaos erupted.Horns blared—low and urgent—echoing through the pack lands. Warriors poured into the open, armor clanking, weapons flashing as they took formation with the precision of those who had trained their whole lives for this moment.For war.I straightened, forcing my fear down. I couldn’t aff
The Alpha king and the Hunt Chapter Eighty four: The world bleeds
Evil King’s POV…The moon screamed.Not in sound—but in color.Perfect night to take over the world and become king of all the world.It split the sky with a wound of crimson, bleeding light across the heavens as the first sigil ignited beneath my feet. The mountain trembled, ancient stone groaning like a dying beast. I inhaled deeply, savoring the taste of it—fear, power, inevitability.At last.The ritual had begun.I raised my arms, and the runes carved into my flesh answered, burning bright as molten iron. The ground cracked open in obedient agony, veins of black fire snaking outward in every direction, racing toward the horizon like starving serpents.“Awaken,” I commanded.The underworld stirred.Far beneath the surface, something old—older than packs, older than gods—shifted in its sleep. Chains forged from forgotten prayers snapped one by one. I felt them break. Felt the pressure ease.The seal was weakening.Good.The earth screamed as the first rift tore open.It wasn’t dram
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