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83. The Alpha's Regret.
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2026-08-18 23:26:55
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Too Late To Claim Me 167. Prisoner Who Fears Nothing.
MarcusI walked into the room when the guard's spoke and his words hung in the air like smoke.A Silverwood crest. An old one.I watched Aria's face go pale, watched her hand tighten on the doorframe until her knuckles went white. She didn't speak for a long moment. Neither did I. Neither did Remus, who had also appeared in the doorway behind the guard, his expression carved from stone."Where is she now?" Alpha Remus asked. His voice was calm. Too calm."Waiting in the east wing. She said she'd speak to you whenever you were ready." The guard swallowed. "She's been very... patient.""Patient," Aria repeated. The word came out flat."Show us," I said.---The east wing was quiet. Too quiet. The few warriors stationed there stood at attention as we passed, their eyes tracking us with the kind of wariness that came from too many surprises in too short a time.The door to the small meeting room was closed.The guard stopped. "She's inside. Said she wanted to wait alone."I looked at Alph
Too Late To Claim Me 166. The real game is only beginning
The transport truck was cold and cramped and smelled like diesel fuel and old sweat. Caelum slept through the whole ride, curled up in my lap, his head resting on my chest. Marcus sat across from me, eyes closed, breathing even. Remus was somewhere up front, in the lead truck, keeping an eye on the prisoners.I couldn't sleep. Couldn't even close my eyes.Every time I did, I saw it. The lodge collapsing. Adrian's blood on my hands. Caelum's silver light blazing through the darkness. Raphael's cold, calculating eyes watching me from across the cave, still confident despite his chains.He was too calm. That was what bothered me. Too calm.We'd captured him. Killed or scattered his army. Rescued my brother. Saved my son.But Raphael King sat in his cage like a man who knew something we didn't. Like a man who had already won, even in defeat.I didn't like it. Didn't trust it.And I couldn't shake the feeling that we were missing something. Something important. Something that was going to
Too Late To Claim Me 165. The Morning After
AriaThe sun came up on a battlefield that I can't put a name to it yet.I was sitting on an overturned supply crate outside the medical tent with Caelum's head heavy on my shoulder. He'd fallen asleep halfway through a sentence about Grandma and a garden and a dog that could talk. His body was a furnace against the morning chill. His breath came slow and even. His hand was still twisted in my shirt like he was scared I'd vanish if he let go.So I didn't move. Barely breathed. Just sat there watching the camp wake up around me in that grey-gold light, trying to remember how to be a person again.Behind us, the lodge was still burning. I could smell it, that particular stench of old wood and older secrets going up in smoke. Every few minutes another chunk of roof would cave in with a groan that sounded almost human, and somebody would flinch. A few warriors had stopped to watch. Their faces were smeared with soot and blood. Their eyes were hollow. Nobody cheered. Nobody said anything.
Too Late To Claim Me 164. Blood and Shadow
AriaThe lodge was a nightmare made real.Smoke from the fire outside had seeped into the building, filling the air with a thick grey haze that made it hard to see, hard to breathe. Furniture overturned. Books trampled. Tapestries torn down. And everywhere, everywhere, there were bodies. Guards in Order black. Pack warriors in Crestwood colors. Tangled together in the final stillness of death.But I didn't stop. I couldn't stop.I ran toward my brother.Adrian stood in the center of the chaos, blood streaking his face, his silver eyes wild and bright. He was different than he had been at the fortress. The cold, controlled monster was gone. In his place was something raw and desperate and terrified.Something human.Aria!Remus's voice in my mind, through the mate bond I had tried so hard to ignore. His wolf was at my side, tearing through guards, clearing a path for me. I felt his fear. His fury. I could feel his desperate need to protect me.I didn't have time to respond.A figure mo
Too Late To Claim Me 163. The Brother's Choice
AdrianThe dark magic hit like a wall of ice.It tore through skin and muscle and bone. Reached for the core of me... that quiet place where my wolf slept, where my power had always lived, coiled and waiting. I knew Vivian's magic. I'd known it since I was just a boy. Since training sessions that were really punishments. Since lessons that were really lessons in how much pain a body could take before it broke.Her magic had always been particularly cruel. The way it crawled beneath the surface. The way it squeezed.But this time, something inside me pushed back.The Silverwood power... thirty years dormant, thirty years beaten and starved and tortured into silence, woke up. It rose through my chest like a geyser. Hot. Bright. And absolutely furious.The shadows Vivian had thrown shattered against it, dissolving into wisps of nothing. And then, because power once unleashed is never content to simply defend, the light rebounded.Vivian's scream split the air.She flew backward. Crashed
Too Late To Claim Me 162. The Brother's Choice
AriaWe moved before dawn.Warriors, shifting in and out of wolf form, carrying supplies and weapons. I walked among them, nodding at faces, touching shoulders, offering words of encouragement. They didn't need me to lead them. They didn't need me to fight. They just needed me to be there. To show them that I wasn't afraid.I was terrified.But they didn't need to know that.Marcus walked beside me. His face was set in hard lines, his hand on his sword, his eyes fixed on the path ahead. He looked like a man going to war.He was.Remus was at the front, the Alpha, the leader. He moved through the crowd of warriors like a wolf through his pack, checking on everyone, touching everyone, making sure they knew he was with them.I wished I could be that leader. I wished I could be that person. But I wasn't. I never had been.I was just a girl who ran. And now she was running toward something instead of away from it.That had to count for something.We marched for three hours. The sun rose ov
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