All Chapters of STOLEN BY THE RUTHLESS ALPHA: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

ZORDON'S POV"Why does it matter where I got it from? You're here to break the curse, just do what you came here to do," I said sharply."My mother made that dagger for Daisy's mother," she replied, her voice firm. "The only way you should have it is if you killed her. So I'll ask one more time, where did you get that dagger?""Well, my mother told me a powerful witch gave it to her," I said. She pointed at the dagger. "That insignia engraved on the hilt? It belongs to the House of Luthur. My family. My mother only ever spelled one dagger and she gave it to Daisy's mother. Daisy was my neighbour... and my best friend.""When she wakes up, we'll talk," Isla cut in. "But right now, can you help her?"Lila looked from Isla to me and gave a small nod. She stepped toward Daisy and passed through what seemed to be a magical shield surrounding her. Carefully, she pulled the dagger from her chest.Daisy’s eyes flew open. She grabbed Lila's wrist, yanked the dagger from her, and threw it at m

DAISY'S POVThe war room of the Deathclaw stronghold was carved into the side of a mountain, cold stone kissed with moss and ash. A fire roared in the center pit, casting flickering shadows across the worn wooden table littered with maps, rune stones, and hastily scrawled plans.I stood at the head of it all, hands braced against the edge of the table, eyes locked on the map of Pinewood territory."We strike the south flank here," Zordon said, tapping near the Ashen Bridge. "The guards rotate every two hours. We move just before dawn while the full patrol is returning and the replacements are still getting into place.""They'll expect a direct charge," Dustin muttered, arms crossed. "We should bring in the witchfire archers from the House of Authur. Rain hell down on them first.""We can't," Lila said from across the room. "If the wards they're using are blood-bound, witchfire won't work. It'll bounce off and hit our own."I raised a hand, cutting the bickering short. "We need a dist

DAISY'S POVBy nightfall, the wind turned sharp, dragging mist down from the peaks like claws across the stone. We met at the river's edge, cloaked in black and silver, our scents masked with ashroot and pine blood. The others didn't know about the pregnancy. Only Zordon, Lila, Isla, Dustin and Stefan. And for now, it needed to stay that way.If anyone doubted my strength, this mission would fail before it began.I paced in front of the river team, five of Deathclaw's most trusted: Isla, of course, quiet and deadly as a shadow; Dustin, the skeptic, chosen for his strategic mind; Nyra, a half-blood scout who could hold her breath underwater for minutes; and Pablo, the silent brute whose loyalty was as fierce as his temper.Zordon stood just outside the clearing, fists clenched at his sides, watching me like he wanted to drag me back into the stronghold and lock the doors behind us.But he knew better."This isn't just a raid," I told them. "We're not here to fight our way in and hope f

JEZEBEL'S POVThe moment I finished eating my meal, I tasted it.The air shifted.A ripple moved through the ancient bonds that tethered me to life and death. Something pulsed in the ether. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, savouring it like blood on the tongue.Life.Not just any life.Her life.The Moonblood's womb had stirred. The child had taken hold.A wolf blessed by the heavens... and touched by shadows.I smiled. My deal with Zordon had brought me everything I needed. His desperation had opened a door. Now, I would walk through it.I reached for my mirror, bone-framed and rimmed in hair. A cruel thing made from a dozen betrayals. I whispered Kendra's name, and the mirror flared to life.She answered on the second ring, lips already painted red like blood in bloom."Jezebel," she said, her voice sharp. "Why are you calling so late?""It's time to get you pregnant."Kendra's breath caught."Now?" she whispered. "But Dexter is getting ready for battle tomorrow.""Yes now. It's

ZORDON'S POV The hall was dim and lined with silent warriors. Everyone could feel it. The coming storm, the weight of tomorrow's battle pressing on every wall, every breath. Even the torches seemed to burn more quietly, as if the flames themselves held their breath. I found Isla in the sitting room, her laugh soft, her posture relaxed as if this morning were any other. She spoke to the man draped in deep, midnight robes stitched with stars and old runes. His silver beard was braided, his presence impossible to ignore. Elder Elric. The man who recently saved my life from a poisoned dagger. He stood slowly as I entered, his every movement calm, deliberate. But his eyes were sharp and bright, held the weight of something far heavier than time. "Alpha Zordon," he said, bowing slightly. "Sorry for my intrusion." "I owe you my life," I replied, inclining my head with respect. "If you say it's urgent, I listen." Isla looked between us, her expression shifting. "He says he had