Semua Bab Alpha Alexander: Bab 71 - Bab 80

The quiet in the palace felt heavier than usual. The days had grown colder, and the snow that dusted the windowsill didn’t melt even under the soft afternoon sun. Serena stood by the balcony of her chamber, looking out at the vast wilderness that stretched before her. Her arms were crossed tightly, as if shielding herself from a cold far more biting than winter. She’d made her decision. It wasn’t easy. But it felt necessary.She heard the door creak open behind her, followed by the familiar sound of his boots. Alexandro. The one man whose presence could make her heart skip and ache all at once.He didn’t speak right away. He stood by the door, watching her with an unreadable expression. He could tell something was different about her. The softness in her shoulders was gone. There was a firmness now, a finality.“I heard from Kiara,” he said at last. His voice was low, calm, but edged with something sharp. “You’re not coming to the north.”Serena turned to face him, her expression calm

The moon hung high above the lake, swollen and silver, casting a reflection so clear upon the still water that it looked like a second sky. The air was quiet—reverent, as though the world itself was holding its breath. Serena stood barefoot on the frost-kissed grass, her cloak fluttering softly around her ankles. Beside her, Kiara waited patiently, arms folded, her eyes flicking between the moon and Serena. Tonight was not just a full moon. It was the night Serena had chosen to face what she’d been running from her whole life—the truth that had finally come knocking with a whisper in her blood and a fire in her bones.Clutched in Serena’s hand was the potion given by the shaman, its pale lavender contents swirling with a subtle shimmer. It had sat unopened for days, tucked inside her drawer like a secret she wasn’t ready to face. But the more time passed, the clearer it became: she could no longer run from who she was. The pull was getting stronger. Her wolf’s voice—once gentle and fa

The wind howled like an angry spirit across the snowy northern border. The air carried the scent of pine and steel, mixed with the bitter bite of frost that never seemed to leave this land. Alexandro stood at the edge of the watchtower, his cloak wrapped tightly around his shoulders, his hands gripping the icy railing as his amber eyes surveyed the treacherous terrain beyond. The mountains loomed like silent sentinels in the distance, and beyond them—the shadow of Valerian's dominion.It had been weeks since he returned here.Weeks since he held Serena.And yet it felt like months. A lifetime.He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the cold bite into his skin, grounding him in the present. But his mind betrayed him, as it often did, pulling him back to memories that had become far too sacred. Serena's laughter as she watched the snow fall outside the palace window. The feel of her skin against his, the way her eyes softened whenever she smiled at him. The way her voice always sounde

The moon was high, casting its pale light over the dense forest as the carriage rolled quietly through the winding path. Inside, Serena dozed lightly, her head resting against the velvet-lined wall. The journey had already stretched longer than expected, and the thick woods had a strange, calming rhythm that had lulled her into a half-sleep. But even in her rest, she felt the persistent hum of something foreign—something wrong.She shifted uncomfortably as the wheels bumped over a root. The sound of rustling leaves and the whisper of wind crept into her dreams, blending with the heavy stillness that surrounded them. Her wolf stirred within her, a quiet nudge at first, like a breeze brushing past her mind. Serena didn’t pay it much attention. She was still unused to the voice within, still uncertain whether it was instinct or imagination.“Something isn’t right,” the wolf warned her again, this time firmer. Serena blinked her eyes open. She leaned slightly forward, stretching her back

The sun had barely begun its descent when Alexandro arrived at the borders, his heart a mixture of anticipation and relief. It had been weeks since he last saw Serena, and though their parting had been tense, he longed to see her again—to tell her how much he had missed her, how proud he was of the woman she was becoming. He had imagined her smile, the way her eyes would light up when she saw him, the soft touch of her hand in his. Everything felt more alive with her near. But the moment he reached the gates, there was no welcoming party. No carriage. No Serena.At first, he thought there must have been a delay—perhaps the forest road was blocked or the weather had slowed them down. A few hours turned into a full day, and still, she didn’t arrive. That night, his wolf, Ravik, growled in restless unease. Something wasn’t right.By the second morning, dread began to claw at his chest. He couldn’t sit still. He called for scouts, questioning them, sending men down the road to search. No