All Chapters of Bride Of The Shadowed Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

❤️ The Bloodfogers (2) ❤️ Early the next morning, before the sun had even risen, Nyxoria was already awake. She got out of bed and took a quick bath, letting the cool water clear her mind and wake her fully. Once she was done, she dressed in a pair of fitted red leather trousers and a sleeveless red tunic. The tunic was long, with slits running from her waist down on both sides, allowing for easy movement. She let her hair fall loose, brushing it carefully as it cascaded down to just above her knees. She normally didn’t pay much attention to her hair, but this morning, with the soft glow of the burning candles illuminating her chamber, she took a moment to look at it. And took hold of her late father's sword, which she strapped to her back. Satisfied with her appearance, she slipped out of her chamber, careful not to make any noise that might wake anyone else. The only ones still awake were the guards doing their night patrols, silently watching over the palace. Nyxoria made her wa

❤️ Tafi's Promise ❤️ "So, you really think you can take us all down?" a voice echoed from the depths of the dark cave. Nyxoria crossed her arms, waiting as a woman stepped out, stopping at the mouth of the cave. "Obviously," Nyxoria replied with a smirk. "Even with my eyes closed and my hands tied behind my back, I could still take all of you down." She looked at the woman from her head down to her legs, noting every eerie detail. Her veins pulsed beneath her pale skin, glowing dark red like rivers of blood flowing just beneath the surface. Runes, carved deep into her flesh, oozed faint traces of fresh blood, and her eyes glowed a menacing crimson. "This is my territory," the woman snarled through gritted teeth, her expression twisted with anger. When she ran her tongue along her upper teeth, Nyxoria's eyes flickered in mild surprise at her rows of sharp dirty teeth and her tongue were like those of a serpent own. Her outfit was even more disturbing, crafted from bones, each one

❤️ A Dance Of Swords ❤️ She shrugged off the lingering thoughts and left the cave. Stepping outside, she took a deep breath, letting the fresh air wash away the stench of blood and decay. Lifting two fingers to her lips, she let out a sharp whistle. Within seconds, the sound of galloping hooves filled the air as Penelope trotted toward her. "We won, Penelope," Nyxoria said with a small smirk, running a hand over the horse’s mane. Penelope snorted in response, nudging Nyxoria’s shoulder as if to say, Of course we did. With one smooth motion, she climbed onto the horse’s back and took hold of the reins. Without looking back at Elder Rivar, his army, or the rescued hostages, she nudged Penelope forward, riding away from the cave and heading straight for the palace. ★★★ It was late in the afternoon, and King Vyr had been enjoying a much-needed nap in his chamber when a knock on the door stirred him awake. "Come in," he mumbled, sitting up groggily as he stretched his arms. A guard

❤️ Tharros Realization ❤️ "Is she dead?" Vyrelen, the Nightweaver Tharros had sent to deliver his message to the Kings and Queens, asked as Tharros walked into his chamber. Tharros shot him a sharp glance. "You know, there's this thing called privacy, Vyrelen. You should try it sometime." Vyrelen snorted and nodded his head but didn’t back down. "You still haven’t answered my question, my Emperor." Tharros sighed, pulling off his blood-stained shirt, the blood of Nyxoria had stained it. "She’s not dead," he muttered, tossing the shirt aside. "Satisfied now?" Vyrelen shrugged casually. "I thought you’d kill her the moment you brought her here." Tharros shot him a dark glare, his eyes burning with fury. "You don’t tell me what to do, Vyrelen." Vyrelen immediately bowed his head in submission, a flicker of fear crossing his face. "I’m sorry, my Emperor. I was just… concerned. You remember what she did to our people. I lost my people that night. She betrayed all of us, especially

❤️ The King's Anger ❤️ "Do you suspect him, my Emperor?" Vyrelen asked. Tharros let out a heavy sigh, his gaze still fixed on Nyxoria’s pale face. "I can’t say for sure," he admitted, his voice low. "But there’s something about him that doesn’t sit right with me. You should’ve seen his face when I claimed Nyxoria as my bride. He didn’t look the least bit pleased, and that… that gave me reason to doubt him." Tharros leaned back slightly, his fingers absentmindedly tracing a pattern on the edge of the blanket. "I was watching him the whole time." He added. Vyrelen nodded thoughtfully. "I’ll look into him too," he said, pushing off from the doorframe and made to leave but stopped, glancing over his shoulder. "I just really hope that after all the effort and risk I am about to put, that your bride should really be innocent, my Emperor." His words hung in the air for a moment before he gave a slight bow and disappeared through the door, leaving Tharros alone with his thoughts. The room