LOGINWhat choice do you think the midnight blade chose? Find out in the next episode....
The heavy silence of the Alpha's private quarters was broken only by the crackle of the hearth fire. Snow fell softly against the glass window panes, painting the courtyard of Midnight Valley in pristine white.Kaelen stood at the threshold of the chamber, his heavy shoulders weighted by the burden of two worlds. Across the room, Lyssandra stood by the balcony edge. Her hand remained flat over her abdomen, her silhouette dark against the pale moonlight. She did not turn as he approached, but the faint tremor in her golden aura revealed her awareness of his presence.Kaelen walked slowly across the fur rug, stopping just behind her. He did not force a touch, respecting the invisible wall she had erected between them."Lyssandra," Kaelen began, his deep voice carrying a rough, raw emotion that he rarely permitted himself to show. "Look at me. Please."Lyssandra took a quiet breath and turned around. Her eyes were sharp, dark, and filled with a quiet, regal grief that cut Kaelen deeper t
The silence inside the central healer’s hall felt like an overstretched bowstring, ready to snap at any second.Kaelen stood frozen in the center of the room, his mind completely numb. His right arm was still wrapped tightly around Lyssandra’s trembling shoulder, while his left hand remained pressed against Selene’s waist. The electric surge of silver and crimson divine energy still tingled across his palm—a sharp, undeniable echo of his own Alpha blood humming inside Selene’s womb.It’s mine, his mind screamed in silent shock. The child is mine.Selene let out a soft, faint gasp against his armor, her strength completely spent from the brutal bloodline ritual. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and her body went entirely limp in Kaelen’s grip.Before Kaelen could even make sense of the storm inside his head, Lyssandra shifted beside him. Though she was weak and physically spent, her sharp Luna instincts had picked up every single subtle change in the room. She had felt the sudden, violent s
The small timber cottage was suffocatingly cold, yet the air inside burned like dry pine set to flame.Selene backed away until the back of her knees hit the frame of her narrow wooden bed. Her hands remained locked over her lower waist, her pale knuckles trembling against the thin, unadorned linen of her gown. She stared at Kaelen, her dark eyes wide with a volatile mixture of fear, defiance, and lingering, agonizing familiarity."What is there to talk about, Kaelen?" Selene asked, her voice cracking as she tried to pull her shattered pride around her like makeshift armor. "Have you come to execute me yourself? Has the great Alpha King finally decided that an exiled traitor is too much of a stain on his triumphant victory at Shadow Pass?"Kaelen didn't answer right away. He stood firmly in the center of the small room, his broad, armored shoulders completely blocking the weak flickers of the single candle on the table. His silver eyes swept downward, locking onto her trembling hands
The room shattered into absolute chaos.The words hung in the suffocating air of the healer’s hall like a heavy, poisonous mist. Every guard, elder, and healer stood glued to the stone floor, their breaths caught in their throats."What do you mean she is pregnant?!" Kaelen’s voice thundered off the timber beams, his silver eyes blazing with a dangerous, terrifying disbelief. He took a heavy step forward, the floor shaking beneath his armored boots. "How?! When?!"Master Robert stayed on his knees, his hands trembling as he gestured toward the far side of the room where Brenda stood pale and cowering near the door."My Alpha... during the height of the war preparations," Master Robert stammered, his raspy voice shaking. "When she was moved to the timber cottage under guard, she was falling ill constantly. She was weak, vomiting, and losing her strength. The healers took her blood to test for poison... but it was no poison. Her pulse confirmed it weeks ago. She is carrying a life, Alph
"That is why it makes no sense!" Master Robert shouted desperately, rushing over to his ancient scrolls and flipping through the dusty pages with frantic, trembling fingers. "The math of the bloodline magic is absolute! We had the strongest Alpha aura on the continent! We had the true mate bond! And the child in Luna Lyssandra’s womb carries the pure, unblemished royal bloodline of the First Alphas! It was a flawless, perfect triple match! It should have completely obliterated the curse!"Kaelen stepped forward, holding the exhausted Lyssandra against his chest, his silver eyes flashing with dangerous, terrifying authority. "Then why is the poison still in his heart, Robert?! Speak!""There is only one explanation under the laws of ancestral blood resonance," Master Robert stammered, his voice shaking as he pointed a trembling finger at the glowing ancient diagram on the parchment.Heir Derek frowned, stepping closer to the table. "What are you talking about? Explain it!"Master Rober
The atmosphere inside the central healer’s hall was stifling, thick with the stench of scorched herbs, black iron, and decaying flesh.Under the dim torchlight, Alpha Jarek lay motionless upon the stone altar. The black, venomous lines of Malakor’s curse had already crept past his collarbone, spider-webbing across his throat in jagged, dark purple veins. Each ragged breath he drew sounded like dry leaves scraping over stone.Kaelen stood over his fallen brother-in-arms, his silver eyes blazing with a mixture of helplessness and cold fury. Beside him, Lyssandra kept her hand rested lightly on her stomach, her golden-silver aura shimmering in soft, anxious pulses.Master Robert wiped dark blood from his hands with a linen rag, his weathered face lined with grave intensity. He stepped between the royal couple and the stone slab, his voice dropping into a raspy, urgent tone."We have reached the absolute brink, my Alpha," Master Robert began, his dark eyes wide with gravity. "Normal heali







