Semua Bab Sold To The Feral Alpha: Bab 221 - Bab 230

NARA🦸‍♀️🐺🦸‍♀️The place they had chosen was a declaration in itself. A ruined outpost clinging to the bank of a grey, sluggish river. The stones were crumbling, the timbers rotten. It was a place of failure, a monument to a forgotten conflict. They had chosen it to seem humble, non-threatening. To me, it just seemed pathetic.Three of them waited for me in the skeletal remains of the main hall, the roof long gone, the sky their only ceiling. They were cowled, their faces lost in the deep shadows of their hoods like ghouls at a funeral. They stood perfectly still as I approached, my footsteps the only sound besides the whisper of the wind through the ruins.I could feel their disappointment like a wave. It was so thick I could have choked on it. They were expecting an Alpha, bruised but victorious. They were expecting a mother, fierce and protective. They were expecting a show. They got me.I stopped a respectful distance away, though respect was the last thing I felt. I let the si

EMMELINE⚪️♠️⚪️The courtyard, the very place where Darius had almost bled out, was being transformed. The dark stains had been scrubbed from the stones, and now our people were stringing up garlands of evergreen and white moonpetal flowers. Benches were being set out, a low platform was being erected. They were getting ready for Valen’s official naming ceremony. A celebration of life in a place that had so recently been a testament to death.The irony wasn’t lost on me.We were going to hold this ceremony, dammit. The Council and their veiled threats, their insulting letters, their silent, ominous disapproval—none of it was going to stop us. This was our victory. This was our son. We were going to celebrate him, and we were going to do it in the open, under the sky, for all to see. It was a declaration. A big, fat middle finger to the people who wanted us to hide him away in shame.But my goddess, the anxiety was a living thing inside me, a cold snake coiling in my gut.I stood on a

DARIUS⚪️🛡⚪️The sun had not yet risen, but the courtyard was already a sea of faces, their forms illuminated by the soft, flickering light of hundreds of torches. Every soul loyal to this estate, every warrior who had bled for it, every family who called it home—they were all here. They had come to witness the naming of their future.I stood on the raised platform, looking out over them all. My healing side ached with a dull, persistent throb, a physical reminder of how close we had come to having none of this. To having nothing.Sylas materialized at my side, a ghost in the dawn’s gloom. His eyes were constantly moving, scanning the crowd, the walls, the shadows. “Everything is organized,” he said, his voice a low rumble meant only for me. “The perimeter is secure.”“How many guests?” I asked, my gaze sweeping over the crowd. It looked like thousands.“Pack members, four hundred and seventy-two. Rivenborn, nearly two hundred. A few trusted allies from the southern packs. Total head

DARIUS⚪️⚪️⚪️The great hall was alive with noise and warmth. The air was thick with the smell of roasted meat and spilled ale. I leaned against a stone archway at the edge of the room, watching the controlled chaos from afar.My eyes found Emmeline immediately. She was sitting with Nara and a few of the Rivenborn women, laughing at something one of them had said. A real laugh, one that reached her eyes and made them sparkle. The sight sent a pang of warmth through my chest. She was different now, since Valen’s birth, since the war. The sharp, anxious edges had softened. She was still a warrior, I could see it in the straightness of her back, in the way her gaze never stopped cataloging her surroundings. But there was a new calmness to her, a deep, settled strength that wasn’t there before. She was a mother. A Luna in full command of her world. And she was more beautiful than ever.Sylas came to stand beside me, his presence as unobtrusive as always. He handed me a silver flask withou

DARIUS🎱🎱🎱The great hall was silent. Not the respectful silence of a loyal pack, but the heavy, judgmental silence of a jury. I stood before a semicircle of the most powerful Alphas on the continent, every seat filled. Some leaned back in their carved chairs, their faces guarded, unreadable masks. Others didn’t bother to hide their hostility. They glared at me openly, their arms crossed, practically daring me to fail, likely hoping I’d crack under the sheer, suffocating pressure of their collective doubt.This was it. The whole damn gamble.Sylas stood off to my right, a silent, deadly statue. Beside him stood Nara, her arms crossed, her expression a perfect blend of boredom and contempt for the proceedings. Behind them, a quiet wall of her Rivenborn warriors lined the hall, their presence a subtle but unmistakable message: we were not alone.I let my gaze sweep over each Alpha, meeting every stare, refusing to look away. I cleared my throat, the sound echoing in the stillness.“I