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The Healer is hungry
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2026-05-01 14:14:05
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The Alpha’s 99 Days Surrogate The primal Dawn
I hit the stone courtyard like a falling star. In my three-tailed form, I was a mountain of silver light and muscle. The shockwave of my landing sent a ripple through the black stone, cracking the foundation of the Citadel. The wolves of the Great Hunt—men who had come to slaughter an abomination froze. Their snarls died in their throats as they looked up at the legend standing in front of them. I didn't give them time to pray. My three tails moved like whips of liquid fire. I lunged into the center of the pack, a blur of silver fur. Every sweep of my tails sent Alphas flying across the courtyard, their ribs snapping like dry kindling. I wasn't just fighting, I was harvesting the lives of those who had dared to hunt my mate. Killian let out a guttural roar, his massive black form rising from the pile of bodies. He saw me and for a heartbeat, the King looked terrified. Then he bared his teeth and joined the slaughter, his shadow moving in perfect sync with my light. But the labor
The Alpha’s 99 Days Surrogate The moons Midnight
The sky didn't just turn red; it looked like it was bleeding. As the sun dipped behind the jagged peaks of the mountain, the moon rose, a deep, bruised crimson. It was the Blood Moon. The night the Council had been waiting for. I stood on the stone balcony, my hands gripping the cold railing. I could hear them before I saw them. A low, rolling thunder was coming from the base of the mountain. It wasn't the wind. It was the sound of thousands of paws hitting the earth. "They've called the Great Hunt," Killian said. He stood behind me, his broad shoulders blocking the light from the hallway. He was covered in bandages from the silver bolts he’d taken at the gate, but he didn't look like a man in pain. He looked like a god of war. "They aren't hunting a rogue, Vespera," he whispered, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. "The Council told every pack in the territory that I stole the Moon’s heir. They aren't coming to talk. They are coming to kill me and take what’s inside you." The
The Alpha’s 99 Days Surrogate The scattered Alter
The sound of the silver bolts hitting the stone was like a hail of iron.Killian’s roar shook the very foundation of the mountain as he shifted mid-air, his massive black wolf form slamming into the ground in front of me. He was a wall of muscle and fur, taking the brunt of the volley. I heard a sickening thud as one of the jagged bolts buried itself in his shoulder, but he didn't falter. He stood his ground, snarling at the archers hidden in the dark arches above."Get her inside!" Torin’s voice screamed from the balcony. "The King is wounded! Take the girl to the Altar now!"The Harvesters who had been paralyzed on the ground started to scramble to their feet. My pulse had stunned them, but the desperation in Torin’s voice was giving them a second wind.Killian turned his head, his golden eyes blown wide with pain and fury. He snapped his jaws at a Harvester who tried to grab my arm, but more were coming. A fresh wave of enforcers poured out of the Citadel gates, carrying heavy iron
The Alpha’s 99 Days Surrogate The Wolves at the gate
The Citadel sat on the mountain like a jagged rock. The carriage slowed as we reached the top. The air was thin and smelled like wet stone and old blood. This was the Council’s fortress. It was where Alphas came to beg for land and where girls like me were erased from history. Killian’s hand was heavy on my leg. He was tense. "They’re waiting," he said. He was right. As the carriage rolled into the courtyard, a dozen men in white robes blocked the path. These were the Harvesters. They were the Council’s butchers. Each one held a long, curved silver blade. The carriage stopped. "Stay behind me," Killian growled. His claws were already out. I didn't listen. I kicked the door open and stepped out into the cold. I wasn't the girl who sat in the mud anymore. I was wearing Blackwood silk and diamonds. My stomach was heavy with the Primal heir. The lead Harvester stepped forward. He had a scarred face and cold eyes. He didn't look at me. He looked at my belly. "The ninety-nine days a
The Alpha’s 99 Days Surrogate The Kings Feast
The Great Hall of the Silver-Moon smelled of desperation.Marek had spent a fortune of my blood money on this. The long oak tables were overflowing with roasted boar, rare fruits from the southern territories, and flagons of expensive mead. He had draped the walls in the pack’s silver banners, trying to hide the damp rot that had been eating the Silver-Moon alive for years. Marek stood at the head of the table, his chest puffed out, a false, booming laugh echoing against the rafters. Selene sat beside him, the Donovan emeralds heavy at her throat, her eyes darting toward Jax every few seconds. Jax didn't look back at her. He was staring at me. He was sitting across the table, his knuckles white as he gripped his chalice. He looked like he was seeing a ghost or a Goddess he had been stupid enough to throw away. Killian sat next to me, his presence like a dark, suffocating weight in the room. He hadn't touched his food. He hadn't even touched his wine. He just watched Marek with the
The Alpha’s 99 Days Surrogate The Gift Of State
"Give it back." Killian didn’t move. He was standing by the infirmary window, his silhouette blocking out the moonlight, his shoulders so broad they seemed to swallow the room. He didn’t have to turn around for me to feel the heat coming off him. "Give what back, Vespera?" His voice was a low, dangerous rasp. "The five million," I said. I stood up from Nana’s bedside, my legs finally steady. The silver blood on my palms had stopped oozing, leaving behind shimmering, jagged lines that felt like cold fire. "Marek thinks he saved the Silver-Moon with that money. He thinks he traded a Dud for a fortune. I want it gone. I want him to look at his accounts and see nothing but zeros." Killian turned then. His eyes weren't just gold; they were molten. He looked at me, not as a vessel, but as a predator he was finally starting to recognize. "I can kill him tonight," Killian said. "I can send ten enforcers to the Silver-Moon and have his head in a box before the sun hits the tree line. You
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