Semua Bab Alpha Alexander: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Third Person POVThe night was colder here.In the heart of the border castle, where the walls were thick and the fires struggled to warm the air, Serena sat on the edge of the small cot, waiting for Alexandro to return.It was nothing like the royal chambers back at the Blood Moon palace—no sprawling bed draped in velvet, no private fires, no heavy curtains to block the draft.This room was narrow, practical.The cot creaked slightly under her weight, and she realized with a flutter of nerves that it was barely large enough for two people.Tonight, their bodies would almost certainly brush as they slept.She twisted her hands in her lap, her heart hammering against her ribs.Am I ready for this?Her gaze dropped to her flat stomach, and for a terrifying moment, she imagined it swollen with life.A child.His child.The thought should have thrilled her. Should have filled her with joy.Instead, fear crept in like a slow, cold tide.She was still so young.Still learning how to be a Lu

The morning sun was pale and cold, casting long blue shadows across the snow as Alexandro saddled the horse himself.The castle walls loomed behind them, massive and unyielding, but beyond the gates, the world opened into rolling white plains and frozen forests — and a small village nestled quietly at the base of the hills.Serena watched him work, her cloak wrapped tightly around her shoulders, her breath misting in the crisp air.When he turned to her, there was a rare softness in his eyes."Come," Alexandro said, offering his hand. "We’re going to the village. You need a real fur coat before the weather worsens."Her heart jumped at the simple gesture — his large hand steady, waiting, inviting.She placed her smaller one into his, and he lifted her easily onto the black stallion.For a moment, she struggled to find balance, gripping the saddle awkwardly.Without a word, Alexandro swung up behind her, settling into the saddle with a natural grace that made the powerful horse shift i

Serena’s POVThe snow had not stopped falling in days, yet the border fortress never slept. Warriors trained from dawn until dusk, regardless of the cold, their swords slicing the air, their roars echoing against the stone walls.I watched them every morning from the battlements — rows of men and wolves sparring with brutal precision, their movements sharp and disciplined. They were fierce, relentless, and united under one Alpha. Under him.Alexandro was always at the center, calm and commanding, moving like a shadow through steel and sweat. He didn’t just bark orders — he fought with them, taught them, earned their respect by bleeding beside them. I saw how they looked at him. With loyalty. With reverence.And I wanted to understand that.Not just from the edge. But from within.That morning, I climbed down from the battlement steps, my cloak trailing behind me as I stepped into the courtyard where the warriors were lining up for drills.Alexandro stood in the middle, his shirt cling

The snow had thickened overnight, leaving the training grounds coated in a soft white layer that crunched underfoot. Serena stood at the edge of the field, her breath visible in the crisp air, the wooden staff trembling slightly in her gloved hands. All around her, the she-wolves trained with swift, fluid movements, their bodies graceful and powerful. They moved like one—spinning, striking, landing with perfect rhythm. Their discipline was visible in every motion, their strength evident in every blow.Compared to them, Serena felt painfully inadequate. Her strikes were slower, her footwork clumsy, and even when she managed to follow the routine, she lacked the sheer force and instinct they displayed so effortlessly. She had trained hard under Alexandro’s guidance, and Kiara often encouraged her with quiet nods or helpful corrections, but today, Serena felt every ounce of her humanness. Her arms ached, her legs burned, and each time she stumbled or fell out of sync, frustration twisted

The fortress had begun to feel less like a place of protection and more like a cage. The air inside its towering walls was always cold, and the stone halls echoed with tension—tension no one addressed, but everyone felt. Serena found herself suffocating under the weight of unspoken fears and unanswered questions. She had trained all morning, her body aching from repeated drills, and Kiara had offered to walk her back to her chambers afterward. But Serena had declined, offering a polite smile and a vague excuse. She didn’t want company. Not now. Especially not when her mind was tangled with thoughts she couldn’t speak aloud.She waited until the guards were distracted with shift changes and slipped quietly out of the side gate. No one stopped her. She was Luna now. Alexandro’s wife. The warriors and patrols bowed their heads when she passed, but none questioned her movements. It gave her more freedom than she was used to—freedom she hadn’t fully decided whether she liked or feared.As