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CHAPTER 10 — The Rival

Author: SC Vale
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-15 22:01:09

Celeste doesn't rush. She moves with the effortless grace of a woman who knows every eye in the clearing is on her—and that she deserves the attention. She is a bombshell, the kind of beauty that feels like an insult when you're covered in road dust and exhaustion. Her hair is a pale, shimmering blonde, pulled back into a knot so tight and perfect it looks sculpted. Even in her practical office attire, the fit of her clothes is intentional, highlighting a silhouette that makes Maya feel sudden
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  • The Lost Heir   Chapter 27 -Nix

    "Verify." Alec let the word hang in the air. "That's a polite way of saying you've come to investigate a threat." "We've come to assess a situation." Nix's tone didn't change. "Power of that magnitude doesn't go unnoticed. It echoes. Calls to things that shouldn't be called." She paused. "We need to know what generated it. And we need to know if it's stable." Maya felt Alec's hand tighten around hers. "The source is stable," Alec said. "And under my protection." "Then you won't object to allowing us to confirm that." Nix's voice was reasonable, but there was steel underneath. "We're not asking for control. Just verification." "You brought fifty warriors to verify something?" Maya heard herself say. The words were out before she could stop them. Every eye in the Coalition turned to her. The weight of their attention was crushing—predators evaluating prey, deciding if she was a threat or just an annoyance. But Nix's expression shifted. Something like approval flickered across her

  • The Lost Heir   Chapter 26: The Northern Coalition

    They left Ivy under the watch of three guards—Garrett's most trusted fighters, wolves who would die before they let anything touch her. Maya kissed their daughter's forehead, whispered something Alec couldn't hear, and then turned toward the door without looking back. The walk through the compound was anything but silent. Garrett was waiting outside the den with twenty of Stonehaven's best fighters—wolves who'd survived the rogue attack and were ready for whatever came next. They fell into formation around Alec and Maya without needing orders, a protective wall of muscle and teeth. Wolves moved around them in organized chaos—clearing debris, tending wounded, fortifying defenses. Every one of them stopped to watch as Alec and Maya passed with their armed escort. Their Alpha, still wearing the blood of battle, marching to meet an unknown force. And beside him, Maya—chin lifted, shoulders back, daring anyone to question her place beside him. The northern border was a fifteen-m

  • The Lost Heir   Chapter 25 -Together

    The den was exactly as Alec had left it—cold stone, dim light, and the faint drip of water somewhere in the dark. But the air felt different now. Heavier. Like the weight of everything that had happened was pressing down on the small space, making it hard to breathe. Maya sat on the edge of the cot, her back straight despite the exhaustion that must have been clawing at her. Ivy was curled beside her, finally asleep. The girl's face was pale, dark circles shadowing her eyes. Her small body looked fragile in a way it hadn't before—as if using that much power had hollowed something out of her. Maya looked up when the door opened. Her eyes found Alec's immediately, and for a moment neither of them moved. She was on her feet before she'd made the decision to move. She crossed the space between them and pressed her palm flat against his chest, right over his heart, as if she needed to feel it beating to believe he was real. Alec's hand covered hers, holding it against him. His sh

  • The Lost Heir   Chapter 24 -Vargr

    Alec found Garrett at the top of the stairs, waiting in the pre-dawn cold. "Get me everyone over fifty," Alec said. "The old wolves. The ones who remember their fathers' stories." Garrett's expression shifted. "What name did he give you?" "Vargr." The color drained from Garrett's face. For a moment, he didn't speak. When he did, his voice was strained. "My father used to tell a story. A warning." Garrett looked toward the mountains. "About an Alpha who rejected everything—his pack name, his bloodline, the old ways. He called himself Vargr. Wolf and outlaw." "When was this?" "My grandfather's time. Maybe before." Garrett's jaw worked. "The timeline blurs. But the story doesn't." Alec waited. "He experimented on his own pack. Rituals. Blood magic. Things that violated every natural law." Garrett's voice dropped. "He was trying to break the bonds that tie wolf to moon, Alpha to pack. Searching for a way to transcend mortality itself." "Did it work?" "After a fashi

  • The Lost Heir   Chapter 23- Captive

    Alec stayed at the northern watchtower long after Garrett left, his eyes fixed on the dark line of trees where the Coalition waited. The night air was cold against his skin, but he barely felt it. His mind was running through scenarios, contingencies, every possible angle of attack or negotiation. Behind him, the pack moved with practiced efficiency. Perimeter teams spreading out along the ridge. Scouts disappearing into the forest. The wounded being carried to the makeshift medical station in what was left of the east wing. Stonehaven had survived. Barely. And now this. Garrett emerged from the shadows, his expression grim. "We've got one of the rogues alive. Took a blade to the gut but he's stable enough to talk. For now." Alec turned. "Where?" "Holding room. I had him cuffed and locked down. He's all yours." The walk to the holding room felt longer than it should have. Alec's boots echoed on the stone steps as he descended into the foundation of the old outbuilding. T

  • The Lost Heir   Chapter 22 - Watchtower

    The scout's words hung in the air like a death knell. The Northern Coalition. Demanding to see the child. Alec's expression didn't change, but Maya saw the shift in him—the way his shoulders squared, the way every soft edge of him locked away behind cold steel. This was the Alpha who had held Stonehaven together for six years without her. This was the man who had survived a council of wolves baying for his blood when he refused to denounce their daughter. "Get them to the den," Alec said, his voice flat and absolute. He wasn't looking at Maya. He was looking at Garrett, at Silas, at the three senior wolves already moving into formation around them. "No one gets within a hundred yards of that building. No one." "Alec—" Maya started. He turned to her, and the look in his eyes stopped her cold. For a moment, the Alpha mask slipped. She saw the fear underneath—raw and human and desperate. He'd just gotten her back. He'd just gotten both of them back. He crossed to her in two strides

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