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20. The Nine Digits
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2026-05-06 00:05:57Cora’s POV
The Foundation headquarters felt like a monument to Silas’s dominance. As I walked through the lobby, the sharp, aggressive tang of Alpha power hit me, a weight in the air that usually made humans bow their heads. I didn’t bow. I just tightened my grip on my bag and kept my eyes on the floor.By the time I reached the top floor, my head was swimming. I had dosed myself with the Liquid Silver before leaving the house, though I’d been careful to use a slightly small
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The Alpha's Secret Heir: The Ward's Revenge 64. The Luna’s Crown
Cora’s POVFive years ago, I didn’t walk out of this palace. I escaped it through a corridor of ash and flames. I spent half a decade haunted by the memory of that clinic fire—the suffocating smoke, the searing heat, and the terrifying, desperate adrenaline of faking my own death just to steal my unborn child away from a court that wanted him erased. I had fled into the human world with nothing but the clothes on my back and a tiny, fragile heartbeat pulsing inside my womb. I had spent five years jumping at shadows, working grueling retail shifts until my feet bled, hiding in a cramped apartment just to buy human medicine for a son who belonged to a world that had rejected us.Now, I stood on the balcony of the royal master suite, looking out over the grand courtyard of the Silver Moon palace.The crimson stains from the morning’s violence had been scrubbed entirely from the white marble tiles, replaced by towering, woven banners of silver and midnight blue. The heavy
The Alpha's Secret Heir: The Ward's Revenge 63. The Dawning of the New Reign
Silas’s POVThe echoes of the vanguard’s unified roar slowly drifted into the jagged peaks of the northern mountains, leaving the grand marble courtyard filled with a profound, heavy silence. The warm, golden rays of the morning sun illuminated the crimson-stained stone, a stark and brutal reminder of the transition that had just taken place.Five hundred elite warriors remained on one knee, their heads bowed, their weapons angled toward the ground in absolute submission. Behind them, the omegas, the kitchen staff, the pack elders, and the palace guards who had spent years hiding in the shadows of the old court’s strict pure-blood laws stood shoulder-to-shoulder, their eyes fixed on us.I looked down at my hand, still tightly interlaced with Cora’s. The raw, bleeding lacerations from my midnight sprint had stopped weeping fluid, the dominant Alpha gene in my blood already beginning the slow process of cellular regeneration. Beside me, Cora’s chest heaved with a quiet, breathless sob.
The Alpha's Secret Heir: The Ward's Revenge 62. The Sovereign’s Verdict
Silas’s POVThe resounding clash of five hundred silver-steel blades drawing in unison vibrated through the stone of the courtyard, a sharp, lethal answer to Theron’s demands. The tension stretched until the air felt heavy enough to suffocate, the silence broken only by the ragged breathing of the northern enforcers who realized they were surrounded by a wall of obsidian iron.Alpha Theron staggered back a half-step on the podium, his face contorting from a smug, victorious grin into a mask of pure, unadulterated fury. His amber eyes flicked from Cassian’s raised war-blade to the unyielding, stone-faced lines of the Silver Moon vanguard. Not a single warrior flinched under his presence.Realizing his alchemical contract couldn’t biologically force the pack’s spirits to submit, Theron slammed his fist onto the marble balustrade, his voice rising into a frantic, booming roar that echoed off the palace walls.“You fools! You mindless, blind dogs!” Theron spat, pointing a trembling, c
The Alpha's Secret Heir: The Ward's Revenge 61. The False King’s Hand
Silas’s POVThe heavy oak wardrobe in the royal quarters stood open, its grand shelves mostly bare. My heavily bandaged hands, still raw and weeping clear fluid from the brutal, suicidal sprint through the northern crags, moved with slow, deliberate precision. I wasn't reaching for the ceremonial robes of state. I wasn't packing the velvet-lined cases meant for the royal crests or the ancestral signet rings.I placed a thick, worn wool sweater—a human garment—into a single, battered canvas duffel bag resting on the bed.Beside me, Cora sat on the edge of the mattress, her arms wrapped tightly around Leo. Our son was sleeping deeply, his breathing soft and rhythmic, his skin warm and flushed with a normal, healthy baseline. The lead-colored tracer lines under his skin had entirely faded into faint, silvery shadows, dormant and peaceful.Cora watched me, her dark eyes wide and glassy, tracking the movement of my hands. She didn't flinch away from the reality of wha
The Alpha's Secret Heir: The Ward's Revenge 60. A Heartbeat in the Ashes
Silas’s POVThe flatline didn't just vibrate through the small speakers of the medical monitors; it cut straight through my skull like a jagged glass blade, severing the absolute last thread of my sanity.*No.*"Get out of my way!" I roared.The roar lacked the ground-shaking biological authority of the Royal Alpha Aura I had carried since birth, but the sheer, unhinged madness of a desperate father made it terrifying enough. I lunged across the sterile tiles, my raw, shredded palms smearing dark crimson tracks over the medical equipment as I violently shoved Head Physician Jonas and the weeping matrons backward into the walls.Cora didn't even flinch at the noise. She was completely catatonic, draped entirely over the steel frame of the medical pod, her body shaking in silent, empty dry-heaves. Her lips were still moving against the crown of Leo’s head, whispering the final, broken syllable of that human lullaby over his cold skin. Her fingers were locked a
The Alpha's Secret Heir: The Ward's Revenge 59. The Race Against Dawn
Silas’s POVThe frozen parchment beneath my clawed hand felt like an executioner’s block. As my royal blood seeped into the fibers of the decree, a sudden, agonizing sensation ripped straight through the center of my chest.It wasn’t a physical wound. It was the alchemical snapping of the ancient, invisible tether that bound my soul to the Silver Moon territory. For generations, the Vane lineage had been anchored to the land, our raw strength fed by the literal soil, forests, and spiritual frequency of the pack lines we ruled. Now, that metaphysical bond was violently tearing away. A hollow, freezing void expanded in my ribcage as the territory’s collective energy rejected me, recognizing that its sovereign had just voluntarily cast himself into the dark.My inner wolf let out a pathetic, muffled whimper, crouching low in the recesses of my mind as its royal authority was stripped away piece by piece, leaving me feeling exposed, unranked, and completely hollowed out.
The Alpha's Secret Heir: The Ward's Revenge 5. The Million Dollar Bid
Cora’s POVFive Years LaterThe ballroom of the Oakhaven Grand Hotel was a sea of shimmering silk and sharp tuxedos, but my focus remained on the blueprints displayed on the digital screen behind me. For two years, this project—the Oakhaven Early Learning Center—had been my obsession. I had fought
The Alpha's Secret Heir: The Ward's Revenge 4. The Sound of Ashes
Cora’s POVThe woods were a wall of cold, damp darkness, but I didn’t feel the chill. The Liquid Silver was a freezing tide in my veins, numbing the physical world until all I could perceive was the orange glow of the clinic reflected in the canopy above.I crouched behind a dense thicket of ceda
The Alpha's Secret Heir: The Ward's Revenge 3. The Ghost Protocol
Cora’s POV The heavy brass handle of the clinic door was freezing against my palm, but it didn’t compare to the ice in my chest. I shoved my way inside, the door clicking shut with a finality that echoed through the dark, sterile hallway.The silence of the Medical Wing was suffocating. It smel
The Alpha's Secret Heir: The Ward's Revenge 2. The Betrothal Gala
Cora’s POVI had spent nearly an hour on my hair, coaxing the stubborn, mousy waves into something resembling a polished updo. I leaned into the mirror, carefully applying a layer of rose-tinted gloss. I didn’t need the shimmering, pheromone-laced cosmetics the Pureblood females used to attract a
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