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One Hundred and Forty Four
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2026-01-22 23:37:21
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The Alpha's dragon Flame One Hundred and Forty Six
Kahlan's Pov."Hi."The woman said the word like she was testing a foreign language, her voice trembling with an uncertainty that made my skin crawl.I ignored her completely, my gaze snapping toward Ava instead."What is going on?" I demanded, my voice sounding like grinding stone.The typically stoic woman—the one who always had a plan, always had a shield up—actually looked worried.She had no answers for me, her silence hanging in the air like a heavy shroud.I turned my back on them both, looking up at the massive, leathery form of my dragon."Well, it seems no one has anything to tell me," I spat, the bitterness coating my tongue."Just take me back to school, Vermithor."*Hear her out,* the dragon's voice rumbled deep within the cavern of my mind, bypassing my ears.*It is a long flight back to the academy, and you are far from healed.*I felt his mental touch, heavy and ancient, trying to soothe the jagged edges of my temper.*She was treating your wounds; at least stay until
The Alpha's dragon Flame One Hundred and Forty Five
Kahlan“Buddy, it would be nice if you actually helped me out.”The voice reaches me through the heavy, suffocating fog of unconsciousness long before I am truly ready to wake up.It is familiar, echoing with a rasping edge that is annoyingly persistent.I do not open my eyes, for the simple reason that I do not yet possess the physical strength to fight the darkness behind my lids.There’s a deep, vibrating huff beside me that rattles the very ground I am lying on.Vermithor.“You know,” the voice continues, sounding more amused than concerned now, “I can no longer understand a single word you say.”“And if you’re whining about the quality of your breakfast, you can stop it right now.”“Three goats is all I can manage to hunt in this terrain, so that is all you get for now.”“You will get four sheep in the afternoon if I can find a flock, and I’ll even throw in a chicken too if you behave.”I feel someone tilt my head back with a gentle, cautious pressure.Fingers—warm, calloused, an
The Alpha's dragon Flame One Hundred and Forty Four
Soren's Pov Freya stands in the middle of the smoking ruin, her hands moving in a mechanical rhythm as she hands out blankets to the injured.Her movements are automatic and robotic, her eyes hollow and drained of light, yet she remains focused on the task at hand.Survivors sit or lie in the dirt around her, some weeping openly while others sit in a terrifying, catatonic shock.I scan the area wildly, my heart hammering against my broken ribs as I look for one specific face in the crowd.“Where’s Kahlan?”Freya looks up sharply at the sound of my voice, the recognition in her eyes instantly replaced by a deep, aching pity.Dylan steps up beside me, his presence a heavy weight at my shoulder.“We don’t know.”I turn on him, the world narrowing down to the point of his jaw.“What did you say?”His jaw tightens, a muscle leaping in his cheek as he prepares for my reaction.“We lost. Badly. Horribly, might I add, in a way we never anticipated.”“All of a sudden, they started moving in o
The Alpha's dragon Flame one Hundred and Forty Three
Soren“Where’s Kahlan?”That’s the first thing I ask when consciousness finally claws its way back into my body, dragging me from the numbing depths of the dark.My eyes burn, and my chest feels as though it has been systematically crushed and then glued back together entirely wrong.Every single breath I take is a grueling negotiation with my own lungs, a deal I have no memory of ever agreeing to.Dylan doesn’t answer me immediately.Neither does Easton, who is surprised to see me not sure whyThey exchange a heavy, weighted look over the edge of my bed—or my cell cot, technically speaking.Stone walls surround us, cold and indifferent, accompanied by the oppressive weight of iron bars and that familiar, damp smell of confinement that clings to the back of my throat.Figures.I wake up in a cage, treated like a prisoner in a war I was supposed to be leading.“Let's just get you out of here first,” Dylan says, his voice carefully neutral, though it does nothing to hide the tension rad
The Alpha's dragon Flame One Hundred and Forty Two
Kahlan's Pov.“We can’t fix it?”My voice comes out smaller than I intend.I’m staring down at Freya, who’s crouched over the broken pieces of the hourglass etched into the floor, her fingers tracing the jagged lines of the ruined glass.The light inside it flickers weakly, like a dying pulse, casting long, sickly shadows across her strained face.Whatever power once lived here is already slipping away, bleeding out into the cold air of the chamber.Freya doesn’t look up.“It’s pointless,” she says quietly. “Even if we fix it… my mother is already done marking Sylvia, If I try to steal from it right now, there’s a very real chance we’ll both be dead before I even finish the first incantation of the spell.”I swallow hard, the metallic taste of fear coating the back of my throat.“If anyone who tries to take it dies,” I say, the words shaking loose from somewhere deep and ugly inside me, “then what’s the point of all of this struggle?”I swallowed done on nothing “Why can’t we just giv
The Alpha's dragon Flame One Hundred and Forty one
Soren's Pov I don’t look up when my father speaks.I don’t need to. I can hear the arrogance in the way he breathes, the practiced rhythm of a man who believes the oxygen in this room belongs to him by divine right. The knife in my hand glides through the meat with slow, deliberate pressure. The sound it makes against the porcelain plate is soft. Controlled. Civil. Everything this table pretends to be.“Do you have any idea,” I say, my voice a low simmer, “what it feels like to be loved?”Across from me, my father exhales through his nose, unimpressed. He cuts into his own food with practiced ease, the silver reflecting the dim chandelier light. He is the picture of refinement—iron hidden behind velvet. Power always wears manners well, especially when it’s preparing to choke the fuck out of you.“What you feel?” he asks, his tone dripping with a feigned, clinical curiosity. “I’m sure you’ll tell me. You’ve always had a penchant for being dramatic, Soren.”My jaw tightened as I fina
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