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Chapter 67 – Black Stone and Velvet Chains
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The Bane And The Alpha Beast Chapter 72 – The Demon at the Gate
RonanBy the time we reached the edges of Blackpine territory, snow had turned to slush under our boots and the wind had dulled to a moaning hush. A village of stone and timber unfolded in front of us—quiet, wary, old as war.People stopped what they were doing when they saw us. Mothers pulled children indoors. Elders stiffened like ghosts had risen. Some of the younger ones looked confused, curious—just strangers passing through. But the older ones?They knew.I heard the whispers before we even reached the village square.“Is that him…?”“No, can’t be—he’s dead.”“No, worse. Banished.”“That’s the demon alpha.”I let them talk. Let their fear settle like mist on the ground. I wanted them uneasy. Wanted them watching.Let them remember what real power looked like.We moved through the square in formation—me at the center, the others flanking me like wolves who knew the scent of battle before the first drop of blood fell. We stopped at the base of the massive stone steps leading up to
The Bane And The Alpha Beast Chapter 71 – A War Worth Starting
RonanThe air shifted the second we stepped back through the portal—biting cold, metallic wind, and the ever-present hum of desperation that lived in the Wastelands. It crawled up your spine and whispered that you were already dead. I exhaled through my nose and watched the breath freeze in the air like smoke from a dragon that forgot how to burn.Behind me, the others stumbled out one by one—Brad, Crawl, Wallace, Grimm—each one quiet, brooding, processing what the old fate-keeper had told us. The wall. The warnings. The prophecy nonsense.Crawl broke the silence first—of course he did.He dropped to his knees and started swiping at the snow, brushing it away like he was cleaning a damn dinner plate.“Crawl,” Wallace said flatly, “what the hell are you doing?”“Trying to bond with the earth,” he grunted. “You heard her. ‘Forge a bond with the earth.’ Maybe if I—” He stretched out and flopped onto the frozen dirt like a starfish. “—I don’t know, merge with it.”“You look like you’re tr
The Bane And The Alpha Beast Chapter 70 – The Flame She Doesn’t See
AshShe sat across from me like a queen in exile, all sharp edges and flickering defiance. The red velvet hugged her in places her pride didn’t want to acknowledge, but I saw it anyway—the way her fingers trembled just once before lifting her goblet. The way her eyes scanned everything in this room, looking for traps.As if I needed traps.“I told you,” I said softly, swirling the wine-dark liquid in my glass. “I don’t poison my guests.”Elira didn’t answer. She sipped—barely. Just enough to wet her lips.Progress.I let a flicker of warmth spiral from my fingers, shaping the candlelight between us into a dancing flame. Not necessary. Just… demonstrative.Her gaze caught it.Good.“The truth is,” I said, letting the flame dissolve back into smoke, “I’ve always found honesty to be a far more effective tool than deception. At least when it comes to long games.”She gave a dry smile. “So this is you being honest?”“Excruciatingly so.”Her fork hovered over the plate. She hadn’t touched t
The Bane And The Alpha Beast Chapter 68 – Draped in Doubt
EliraThe red dress felt like a compromise—if barely. I snatched it from Maela’s hands without another word and disappeared behind the divider.The air back there was warmer, humming faintly with the lingering scent of lavender oil and something smokier—like incense smoldering under silk. I let the robe fall from my shoulders, shivering as my bare skin prickled against the draft slipping beneath the screen.The deep crimson velvet fabric was soft, sinfully so, sliding over me like it already knew the shape of my body. It clung at the hips and dipped dangerously low in the back, leaving most of my spine exposed. The halter neckline also plunged low over the chest, practically to my stomach, and the slit… Gods, the slit might as well have been a provocation.But it was still better than the black one.Mostly.I adjusted the hem and stepped out, head held high even though my insides squirmed.Ash was lounging where I’d left him, elbow hooked over the arm of the chair like he was born on
The Bane And The Alpha Beast Chapter 68 – Beneath the Surface
EliraI sank deeper into the tub with a sigh I didn’t mean to let slip.The bathwater smelled faintly of lavender, citrus peel, and something deeper—like amberwood or crushed silk. Steam curled around my collarbone as my hair floated around me in a pale halo. I hadn’t felt clean in weeks. Not really. Sponge baths and stream-splashes could only do so much. This felt like the first time I could breathe.I hated that it felt good.“Would you like me to wash your hair, my lady?” Maela asked, kneeling beside the tub. Her voice was careful—like she didn’t want to startle me.“You don’t have to call me my lady,” I murmured.She gave a soft smile. “Were you important back home?”That one caught me off guard. I blinked, hands resting under the water.“I… don’t know,” I said honestly. “I mattered. To someone.”She nodded, like that was enough. And maybe it was.Her fingers slid gently through the ends of my hair, working out the tangles with patience and care. She didn’t press, didn’t pry. Just
The Bane And The Alpha Beast Chapter 67 – Black Stone and Velvet Chains
EliraI woke to warmth.Real warmth. Not the biting chill of the Wastelands or the dry, ancient air of the threshold—but the kind that came from a hearth. A fire. Comfort.The mattress beneath me was softer than anything I’d ever laid on. It cradled my body like it had been handcrafted from a hundred shorn sheep and stuffed with the down of a thousand geese. My hand brushed the blanket draped over me—it was cashmere. Or the underworld’s luxury equivalent. Black, like everything else in this damned place.The walls were stone—obsidian, polished so smoothly they gleamed. A fireplace crackled nearby, its flames blue and violet instead of gold, casting strange shadows across the room.There was a large clawfoot bathtub on the far side. Steam curled above it, scented faintly with lavender and something darker, muskier. There were towels, oils, plush robes hanging from a hook.Gods, I wanted that bath. I’d been surviving on half-assed sponge baths since I arrived in the Wastelands.And then
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