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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
The Alpha's dragon Flame One Hundred and Forty
Third person POV The safe house was a tomb of cold stone and flickering candlelight. Outside, the world was ending in a cacophony of wolf howls and arcane explosions, but inside, the air was thick with the scent of ozone and the metallic tang of Kahlan’s blood as her body continued to burn through the sedative."Basically, everyone has their own part to play," Freya said, her voice trembling as she stood by the heavy oak table.Kahlan sat up, her fingers digging into the rough fabric of the cot. Her eyes were still glowing, a residual heat shimmering in the air around her. "While we’re locked up? Freya, you I completely understand—you’re pregnant and vulnerable. But why lock *me* up? I should be out there.""Because you need to listen to me," Freya took a deep breath, her eyes darting to the hourglass on the table. "My mother is going to use the Life-Blood Stone on Sylvia. It’s going to shred her soul to pieces. I don’t even know where she found it or how she got it, but that stone
The Alpha's dragon Flame One Hundred and Thirty Nine
Third person POVThe war room had been a cage, but the battlefield was a furnace.Soren moved through the treeline. He wasn't an idiot; he knew his father’s forces weren't just larger—they were relics of a more violent era. Older wolves with scarred hides, witches who had traded their humanity for raw, abyssal power, and vampires who moved like jagged shadows. Soren wasn't here to win a war of attrition. He was here to buy time.Every few seconds, the earth groaned. A massive earthquake rattled the valley, sending birds screaming into the blackened sky. It was the barrier—the pressure of thirty cloaked witches and a herd of dark entities pressing againt the barrier was causing the very tectonic plates to protest.Soren could see them now. The witches stood in a semi-circle, their voices a low as they kept chantting trying to break through the barrier.Behind them stood the "herd", which was another word for, a mass of nightmare fuel that made the air smell of sulfur and wet fur."
The Alpha's dragon Flame One Hundred and Thirty Eight
SorenThe war room was silent, save for the low, rhythmic hum of the ventilation system and the distant, muffled sounds of a pack preparing for a slaughter.I stared at the map on the table, but I wasn't seeing the topographical lines or the red markers indicating the enemy's advance. I was seeing Kahlan’s face. Specifically, the way she looked right before the sedative took hold—the betrayal in her eyes was a blade between my ribs, twisting with every breath I took.I’d drugged her. My mate. My fire.The guilt was a heavy, suffocating weight, but I pushed it down. I had to. If I didn't, I wouldn't be able to do what came next. My father—the man who had birthed this nightmare—was waiting. And I was going to kill him, or die trying."She’s secure," Silas whispered, stepping up beside me.I didn't look at him. My eyes were fixed on the door where I’d just had the most gut-wrenching argument of my life. "Take her to the secondary safe house. Not the main estate. If we fall, the estate is
The Alpha's dragon Flame One Hundred and Thirty Seven
Kahlan The war room smelled of stale coffee, maps, and the metallic tang of unsheathed steel. Ava stood at the head of the oak table, her face pale but resolute."Most of the students are out," she said, her voice echoing in the hollow silence of the bunker. "The lower tunnels were clear. We’ve evacuated the majority to the northern ridge, but we’re running out of time. He’s here."I felt the heat under my skin, a low-level hum that usually preceded the fire. Around the table, we have the typical members that were always present and since there were other packs ,each had a representative here right now Maps were spread out, marked with red ink where my father’s forces... well Soren's were closing in. We were outnumbered... more than ten to one. The math was simple and suicidal: a frontal assault was impossible. The only way to end this was to cut off the head of the snake."We breach the west flank," Soren said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in my chest. He didn't look at m
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