All Chapters of Fated To The Blood Moon Alpha: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CHAPTER 42 – The MarkThe hallway felt too small for the weight of Lucy’s words.Karl stared at her as if she had just ripped open the ground beneath them. His jaw clenched, his chest rising and falling in quick, uneven breaths.“Say that again,” he whispered.Lucy swallowed. “Karl… if we complete the bond, Bloodwood falls.”He shook his head once—sharp, instinctive denial. “No. Prophecies don’t decide the future. They don’t decide us.”But Lucy saw it—the flicker of panic behind his eyes. The same panic she felt crawling under her skin.“We need to talk,” Karl said, voice suddenly hoarse. “Not here.”He tugged her gently but urgently down the southern corridor. Every footstep felt like it carried a thousand unanswered questions. Lucy followed silently, still reeling from what she’d overheard—her missing wolf, Karl’s curse, a prophecy tying their lives into a knot she didn’t understand.Karl pushed open a door to an abandoned strategy room—dusty maps, cracked lanterns, old wooden chai

CHAPTER 44 – Unwanted VisitorSomeone listened.Lucy whipped her head toward the corridor, instincts flaring. Karl straightened despite the pain. Their eyes met—wordless warning—before footsteps echoed toward them, slow and deliberate.Not council.Not soldiers.Something colder.Karl moved in front of her, one arm barring her back. “Stay close.”The door creaked open.A guard stumbled in, eyes wide. “Commander—there’s a… visitor. From Stormclaw. He claims truce.”Lucy blinked, thrown. Stormclaw? Now?Karl’s expression went from shock to fury in a blink. “They send a messenger after all this? Tonight?”The guard swallowed. “He demands an audience. He says his message concerns… survival.”Karl’s jaw locked. “Bring him here.”Lucy touched his arm. “Karl, maybe we should—”“We’re not giving Stormclaw the advantage of seeing weakness,” he muttered.She didn’t argue. His authority, shaken moments ago, needed grounding again.The guard rushed out. Silence returned, stretching thin until foo

CHAPTER 46 – Broken ChainsKarl’s fingers tightened around her hand—steady, grounding—but the fire in his eyes told another story.“Geoffrey will be taken to the lowest dungeon,” he said, voice rough and unyielding. “He trespassed on Bloodwood territory. His information doesn’t erase that.”Lucy nodded, even though part of her bristled. Geoffrey had come begging, not attacking—but she understood. Karl wasn’t just Alpha. He was protector. He couldn’t afford trust. Not yet.Guards approached from both sides.“Get him secured,” Karl ordered.As they dragged Geoffrey past, he lifted his head just enough to meet Lucy’s eyes.“Don’t wait too long,” he whispered. “Prophecies don’t pause.”The words scraped down her spine like claws.The cell doors slammed.A lock echoed.Geoffrey’s fate—for the moment—was sealed.Karl turned back to Lucy, their joined hands still a connection neither wanted to break. “Did he hurt you?”“No,” she said gently. “And I wasn’t easy to hurt this time.”Karl’s gaze

CHAPTER 48 – The Lycan’s ConfessionThey walked side by side, hand locked in hand, the tension around them a living thing.The war room doors slammed behind them, shutting out the worry of the guards—but not the weight of what waited inside.Maps lay spread across the table. Candles burned too low. The air reeked of urgency.Karl released her hand only long enough to brace both palms against the table, head bowed.Lucy stayed close—close enough to steady him if his curse tried to surge again.Finally, he looked up.“What you heard… what you felt… last night—it wasn’t even the worst of it,” he said.Lucy’s heart ticked faster. “Then tell me the worst. I’m not fragile, Karl.”He huffed a humorless laugh. “I keep forgetting that.”She rested a hand lightly over his knuckles. “Then remember.”He stared at their hands, jaw flexing like a man preparing to fracture.“There’s something you need to know before any more battles are fought,” he murmured. “Before you decide to keep walking this p

CHAPTER 50 – The Blood Moon RisesThe horn’s scream hadn’t even faded before the ground itself trembled—like the earth knew what was coming.War.Shadow.Destiny.Lucy and Karl strode into the main courtyard, the fortress ablaze with movement. Warriors shifted into wolves mid-stride, armor barely buckled as they sprinted to the battlements. Arrows, silver spears, and enchanted glyphs were hauled into place. Drums pounded—signals of the incoming siege.But above the chaos……hung the moon.It wasn’t supposed to be here yet.Yet there it was—rising too soon, swollen and bleeding crimson into the sky.The Blood Moon.The cursed moon.The night fate had promised.Karl’s voice dropped low in his chest. “It comes early. They forced it.”Lucy stared upward, breath caught. “The curse… is accelerating.”Conan ran up, armor still half-strapped. “Alpha—Shadow creatures at the south wall. Hundreds. Maybe more.”His eyes flicked upward…and he cursed. “Hell. That moon…”Karl exhaled, anger and fear