Semua Bab Moonlit Warrior: Fated To Her Step Son: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Alpha Thorne’s Point Of View I stormed into my chamber, slamming the heavy wooden doors behind me with a growl. My fists clenched at my chest, rage burning through me like wildfire. My body still ached from the strange reaction I had when I tried to mark Alina as mine. My own breeder… my property had rejected me, and it made my wolf snarl in humiliation and rage. That had never happened before. I had never heard of a failed Mating process so what was this?.“GUARD!!” I yelled in fury and my door creaked open. “Alpha” his head low“Get me Gaius now! If you have to drag him with you, do not return without him else I will have your head” I barked“Understood Alpha!!” he closed the door. I couldn't help the anger, I paced from one spot to another, my hands interwoven with each other behind my back. Memories of the pain floating in my head as I tried to make sense of it all. I didn't register how long I had spent when the door creaked open again and the guard stood at the door post “

Alina’s Point Of ViewThe frigid air clung to my skin as I knelt on the cold stone floor, my fingers raw and aching as they scrubbed the Alpha’s clothes. The icy water in the wooden basin stung my knuckles, but I barely noticed. My mind was elsewhere… on Kael.How was he holding up?He wasn't built for this kind of torture.. Was he even being fed?My heart clenched at the thought. He was strong.. stronger than anyone I knew.. but could he even endure the brutality of Alpha Thorne’s training? I had heard whispers of what awaited him. Men sent to that hellish camp often returned broken, or worse, never returned at all. Would Kael be one of them?No. He couldn't be.He had to return.. In one piece“Please Moon Goddess, I have never been one to disturb you, grant me just this one desire. Help Kael return in one piece” I said a silent prayer for the fifth time this week.I bit my lip, willing the fear away, but it gnawed at me, sinking into the marrow of my bones. The silence of the slave

Alpha Thorne’s Point Of ViewI woke up feeling eager to see how my plot was working so far.The moment my feet hit the floor, it moved on its own accord. The bathroom was first then I got dressed and left for the East wing. The morning air around the training ground is thick with sweat, dirt, and the sharp scent of blood. I stand behind the safe room in the training grounds, watching with cruel satisfaction as my sissy of a son is forced through another agonizing drill.Kael is on his hands and knees, his body shaking with exhaustion. His muscles are tight, his breaths shallow, but karrik wasn't showing mercy he was being drilled more than the trained warriors around him. They showed him no mercy. Every mistake earns him a swift punishment either a strike across the back, a harsh shove to the ground, a demand to push harder, run faster, fight better.I relish the sight. Karrik was doing the job so well.Weakness disgusts me. And the fact that my own flesh and blood embodies what I s

Alpha Thorne's Point Of ViewSomething is definitely off.I can feel it like a thorn lodged beneath my skin, an itch I can’t quite reach. Alina is hiding something. The thought gnaws at me, sinking its claws into my mind, refusing to let go.I stand in my private chamber, gazing out over the training grounds where my warriors drill relentlessly under the morning sun. The rhythmic clashing of steel echoes in the distance, but my thoughts remain fixed on Alina. That damned letter.She had torn it to shreds before I could reach for it and read it, her fear barely masked behind those defiant eyes. If it was a letter to her family, she wouldn’t have reacted so desperately. There was no way she'd be writing to them and even if she was, her family sold her to me for mere protection; they obviously had no love for her, no reason to care about her well-being and she knew this, so the odds of the letter being for her family was a zero. What, then, was so important that she would rather destroy

Kael’s Point Of ViewI hated everything about this place. The cracked sand beneath my boots. The cold air that clung to my skin. The scent of sweat, blood, and dominance that filled the training ground like poison.Every morning, I woke up with the same dread sitting heavy in my chest, another day of being pushed to my breaking point. Another day of being reminded that I didn’t belong here. That I was weak. Useless. That my wolf hadn’t stirred a single damn day in my life.I wasn’t a warrior. I never wanted to be one. I had been sentenced to this life. Forced into a camp of snarling, muscle-clad beasts who looked at me like I was already half-dead. And most days, I felt it. Like I was barely clinging on.But today… was different.Only slightly.Only because of her.Alina.Just thinking her name was enough to keep my legs moving when every part of me screamed to collapse. She had written again yesterday, words I’d read at least a dozen times since. They echoed in my mind, soft and stea