Semua Bab MATED TO THE ALPHA HEIR: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Chapter 42: BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUNDXander – Crescent Moon Pack, ArenaThe arena stretched before me like a vast, jagged wound in the earth, its dark stones standing in stark contrast to the pale light of dawn that began to seep over the horizon. This was no ordinary battleground—it was a place of finality, where destinies were forged in blood and pain. The air felt suffocating, charged with the weight of countless lives that had been decided in this very space. Each breath I took tasted like dust and anticipation, a sharp reminder that today, everything would change.Amara stood beside me, her presence steady but taut, like a bowstring pulled tight. She was ready. Her face was an impassive mask of determination, the kind of expression that made her seem untouchable. Yet, I could see the fire in her eyes, the fierce resolve of someone who had already sacrificed everything. This wasn’t just about survival for her—it was about proving something far deeper, something that transcend

Chapter 44: Plot to Take overLuna Sunnane – Crescent Moon Pack, Council ChamberThe room was cold, the shadows stretching longer as the sun dipped below the horizon. The large oak table at the center of the council chamber was darkened with the weight of the decisions that had been made within its walls. The tension in the air was thick, like the scent of blood after a battle. I leaned against the stone wall, my arms crossed over my chest, glaring at the scene before me. The voices of the elders, once full of reverence and power, now felt like an incessant hum in my ears.Amara had done it. She had won. And it had been a disaster. A complete mockery of everything we’d worked for, everything we’d sacrificed to keep the pack under control. She had no right. No rightful place. She was nothing but a rogue with a death wish, and yet the pack had let her seize the one thing that had always been ours—power.The Council had spoken, but they had been weak. They had caved under the pressure of

Chapter 46: The Taste of VictoryAmara – Crescent Moon Pack, Hall of TriumphThe echo of the crowd still thundered in my ears long after I stepped out of the arena. The stone walls of the Hall of Triumph caught and amplified the remnants of their cheers, twisting them into something almost sacred. I walked with purpose, my chin held high, the dust of the battlefield still clinging to my skin. Every step felt like a reclamation of power—my power. And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel like a survivor.I felt like a victor.I had faced the council. I had faced Derek. I had faced the ghosts of every moment I had been silenced, doubted, belittled—and I had conquered them. The weight of centuries of tradition hadn’t crushed me. I had broken it beneath my feet.Xander was at my side, his gaze proud and unwavering. He hadn’t said much since we left the arena, but his silence spoke volumes. His presence alone was grounding. The way he looked at me—it wasn’t just admiration. It w

Chapter 48: The Win XANDER I waited in the far corner of the war room, where shadows stretched long beneath the ancient beams and the air still smelled of iron and ash. The others had long since left—Elders, warriors, advisors—all filing out after the meeting concluded. Now it was just me, the dying fire, and the heavy silence that seemed to press against my spine like a blade. I didn’t sit. I couldn't. My muscles were too tight, too wired. The wolf inside me stirred, restless, agitated by the storm I knew was coming. The creak of the door behind me sliced through the silence. I didn’t need to turn. I knew who it was. Derek. His scent reached me before his footsteps did—bitter, tense, tinged with the unmistakable undertone of regret. A scent I never thought I’d associate with my brother. He was the golden heir, the chosen one. Regret didn’t fit him—until now. He didn’t speak as he stepped fully into the room. The click of the door shutting echoed like a warning. Still

Chapter 50: The Fire Beneath the CrownAmara,The council chamber reeked of old smoke and older blood. It clung to the stone walls like a ghost of wars long past. A wide circle of jagged granite surrounded the sunken pit in the center—a relic from the days when Alphas fought with claw and fang beneath the moonlight, when titles were earned not by politics but by combat.Now, that pit bore no fresh blood. Only words were flung here, but make no mistake—the wounds cut just as deep.I stood alone on the upper platform, spine straight, shoulders squared, hands relaxed at my sides. Not clenched. Not trembling. Not submissive.Not afraid.They hadn’t expected me to come. I saw it in their eyes, felt it in the uneasy glances cast between their robes. They expected I would cower behind Xander’s title, let him speak for me, hide in the shadow of his power like some fragile decoration unworthy of the crown.They thought the Luna was still that broken girl—rejected, cast out, crawling through th