本棚
検索
ホーム / Werewolf / The Alpha's Refusal / Chapter 154: The Rising Storm

共有

Chapter 154: The Rising Storm

作者: Adelina Beston
last update 公開日: 2026-03-23 17:11:05

Elara’s POV

I stepped out of the pit, the dark wolf-skin mantle heavy on my shoulders, taking a deep breath of the freezing air that was finally beginning to wash away the stench of gore and death. My boots were coated in a thick layer of red mud, and I could feel the cold dampness seeping through the leather, chilling my feet. I adjusted the silver mask, feeling the weight of it against my skin, a stark reminder of the role I had to play.

"I need to see the caravan," I said to Cain, who had be
この本を無料で読み続ける
コードをスキャンしてアプリをダウンロード
前のチャプター 次のチャプター
ロックされたチャプター

最新チャプター

  • The Alpha's Refusal   Chapter 215: A Heartbeat Borrowed

    Elara’s POVThe cold seeped, starting from my fingertips and winding its way up my spine.I sat anchored to the oak chair, my fingers hooked into the carved armrests as the world began to tilt. Every ragged breath I took felt like it was pulling in shards of dry ice. My vision was starting to fray, the grey stones of the North Wing dissolving into a shimmering, golden haze that felt far too much like a memory.Suddenly, the Citadel was gone.I was back in the meadows, wrapped in a cloak. I could smell the sharp, clean scent of pine and the soft warmth of my mother’s skin. I felt her arms around me, shielding me from the biting wind with a strength that had always felt absolute. Maybe this is how it ends, I thought, a strange, peaceful lethargy settling over my heart. If I just stop fighting, I can finally go back to her.The dream shattered as the door was kicked open.I heard the frantic clatter of boots and the sharp, clinical voice of Hestia cutting through the fog. "The blood won

  • The Alpha's Refusal   Chapter 214: The Ghost in the Apothecary

    Rhy’s POVThe silence following Marcus’s death was louder than his daughter’s screams. I walked out of the dungeons, the metallic tang of failure coating my tongue like a layer of rust. Two gold coins. A dying child. A father who traded his soul for a miracle.A miracle or a death calling.My wolf was pacing beneath my skin, snarling at the sheer cleanliness of the crime. I went straight to the Hall of Healers."I want the logs," I growled, slamming my hand onto the head apothecary’s desk so hard the inkpots rattled. "Every tincture, every draft, every single visit made to the lower-tier quarters in the last fortnight. Now."The head apothecary, a man who usually smelled of dried lavender and nervous sweat, scrambled to comply. We spent three grueling hours poring over the vellum sheets. I personally checked the inventory for Nightshade and Silver-dust—the counts were perfect, down to the milligram. I cross-referenced the names of every authorized healer and mid-level apprentice.Noth

  • The Alpha's Refusal   Chapter 213: Dead Ends and Cold Blood

    Rhys’ POVThe dungeon was a tomb of damp stone and old iron, the air thick with the copper tang of blood that had long since soaked into the masonry.I sat in the high-backed ironwood chair, my shadow stretching long and jagged across the wet floor. Marcus, a low-tier scout with hollow cheeks and eyes full of a frantic, cornered light, hung from the silver-shackles. His healing factor was useless against the constant, burning irritation of the silver. He was fading, his breath coming in shallow, wheezing rattles."One last time," I said, my voice dropping to a low, lethal hum. "Who gave you the poison? Who told you exactly when the guards shift in the North Wing?""It... it was just me," Marcus rasped, coughing up a spray of dark fluid. He looked at me with a twisted, defiant pride. "Silas was the true Alpha. You’re just a usurper, Rhys... and that Northern bitch is a plague on this house. I did what had to be done."I didn't believe a word of it. I stood up, the sudden movement makin

  • The Alpha's Refusal   Chapter 212: Ties of Blood

    Rhys’ POVThe minutes bled into one another, heavy and suffocating.For fifteen agonizing minutes, I watched my own life force disappear into Elara’s pale, parted lips. My vision was starting to fray at the edges, a cold, hollow numb spreading from my fingertips up to my shoulders, but I didn't pull away. My blood was the only thing acting as a dam against the tide of her death. Slowly, the magic happened.The sluggish, unending flow from her abdomen began to thicken. The bandages, which had been soaked through every few seconds, finally held. The dark, angry red of the wound started to crust over as her own wolf finally recognized the reinforcements I was pouring into her."It's stopping," Hestia breathed, her voice cracking with a mixture of shock and reverence. She adjusted the poultice with trembling hands, her eyes wide as she looked at the clotted wound. "It’s a miracle. Your regenerative factor is actually overwriting the toxin. But Alpha, you have to stop. You've given too mu

  • The Alpha's Refusal   Chapter 211: The Blood Oath

    Rhys’ POV"Tell me, Jaxon," I growled, my voice a low, vibrating warning that made the surrounding guards recoil into the shadows. "Who gave you the poison? Who told you to strike an Alpha who has saved you?""She didn’t save me, she planned all!" Jaxon shrieked, his voice cracking with a high-pitched, hysterical defiance. Tears finally broke, tracking through the dirt on his pale cheeks. "She’s a prisoner! A stray! I heard the elders talking, they said she was a curse on this house!""Which one?" I tightened my grip, the fury in my chest turning cold and sharp."Everyone!" Jaxon sobbed, kicking his legs in a futile attempt to break free. "Seraphina was supposed to be my mother! She’s the one who held me when you were off fighting your wars! No one replaces her, Father! Not some masked bitch from the North! I did it for us! I did it so she wouldn't have to leave!"The realization washed over me like a wave of nausea. I looked at my son, the boy I had carefully groomed to lead the pack

  • The Alpha's Refusal   Chapter 210: The Price of a Gift

    Rhys’ POVThe grain reserves were dwindling faster than the winter snows could melt. I had spent the morning staring at ledgers, trying to balance the survival of the South against the growing unrest at the frost-line. My Elders thought it was beneath a High Alpha to personally oversee a border inspection, but they didn’t understand the rot of hunger. If a pack is hungry, they stop listening to laws; they only listen to their stomachs.Besides, I had another reason to leave the Citadel. I looked toward the North Wing, my mind flashing back to the heat of the night before. Elara was suffocating in these stone walls. I needed to get her out, away from the council’s glares and Seraphina’s stifling presence, before she completely retreated back into her shell.I called my most trusted Beta, Aden, to the side as the scouts saddled the horses. "Watch the Elders," I commanded, my voice low and lethal. "And keep an eye on Seraphina. I want this fortress stable while I'm at the border. If a si

  • The Alpha's Refusal   Chapter 80: The Ghost in the Hall

    Elara’s POV:When my mother died, I followed her final wish: I went to High-Crag. I did what she asked—I tried to live. I walked toward the mountain fortress with nothing but the clothes on my back and a naive, desperate hope. I thought that if Silas saw me, he would see her. I thought that maybe,

  • The Alpha's Refusal   Chapter 79: The Princess of the Slums

    Elara’s POV:The war tent was a tomb of shadows, lit only by the guttering flame of a single tallow candle. Outside, the world was preparing for a bloodbath. I could hear the rhythmic clatter of the Iron Vanguard’s plate armor and the low, guttering growls of Rhys’s wolves as they paced the perimet

  • The Alpha's Refusal   Chapter 78: The Hand-Off

    Elara’s POV:Rhys didn’t let go of my hand the second the ritual ended. He stood there, staring at our joined palms, his breathing still heavy. Through the new link in my chest, I could feel his brain working overtime—he was confused, suspicious, and frankly, a little rattled by the "scent" he’d pi

  • The Alpha's Refusal   Chapter 77: The Sanguine Pact

    Elara’s POV:The air in the Council Chamber had turned to ice. Outside, the rhythmic thunder of Varick’s war drums echoed through the valley, a countdown to a siege that would leave no survivors.Rhys stared at my leather mask, his eyes dark with a lethal mix of suspicion and desperation. "Joint go

続きを読む

あなたも気に入るかもしれません

無料で面白い小説を探して読んでみましょう
GoodNovel アプリで人気小説に無料で！お好きな本をダウンロードして、いつでもどこでも読みましょう！
アプリで無料で本を読む
コードをスキャンしてアプリで読む
DMCA.com Protection Status