Semua Bab Alpha’s Claimed Mate: Bab 91 - Bab 100

POV: Infirmary – Night of the Same DayThe room had dimmed to whispers. The candles had long since burned low, and the world outside was snow and shadow. Ember lay still beneath wool blankets, her skin damp and too pale, her breathing shallow and uneven.And in her mind, something stirred.A whisper, too soft to trace. Then words—clear, cold.“This is what love costs you, Ember.”She turned in the fevered dark, trying to escape it, but the voice followed.“You let someone close. You let your heart guide you. And now look.”Aiden.She tried to speak—to scream—but her lips didn’t move. In the dream, she stood in the middle of Raven’s Peak, and all around her, the people were falling. Dalia. Mira. Even Asher, blood on his hands and sorrow in his eyes.“You were warned.”“No,” she whispered into the void. “This isn’t real.”“It doesn’t need to be.”His voice smiled.“It’s already planted inside you.”****POV: Raven’s Peak – Moon Room, Just After MidnightTension hung like smoke. Vivianne

POV: Ember. The sky wept the morning of Dalia’s funeral.Thin sheets of rain rolled over the stones and down the black coats of the mourners gathered in Raven’s Peak’s high glade—an ancient place, older than names, where the mountain kept its secrets and its dead. The earth had been opened in the clearing near the old ash tree, where the roots once whispered to the oldest bloodlines of their kind.Ember stood at the edge of the grave, her fingers clenched around a bundle of wildflowers—yarrow, sage, and marigold. Her sister would have hated the rain. She would have made a joke about mud and ruined boots, teased Ember for getting too serious. But Dalia wasn’t here to laugh anymore. Only the cold wind and the solemn circle of the Pack, heads bowed in silence.Ember stepped forward.“I don’t have enough words,” she said, her voice steady though the grief was a tight, burning knot in her chest. “Dalia never asked for a place in history. She just wanted to protect what mattered. She made

FLASHBACK: Pov: Asher. The charges had barely stopped echoing when the ridge retaliated.A sound like metal grinding beneath the earth split the air, followed by a low moan that felt sentient. The land cracked where Asher had set the explosives, coughing up dust and ash. Lupa was the first to move, her form shifting mid-run into something wolfish and fast. Maren followed, her blades already drawn. Silas brought up the rear, chanting under his breath, trying to keep the wards stable.Then came the skeletons—half-buried at first, then bursting free from the fractured soil. Bones clad in scraps of fur and rusted iron, the remnants of werewolves long dead, twisted into grotesque shapes. Their sockets burned with cold light.“Hold the line!” Lupa shouted, lunging into the fray. Her claws shredded the first wave, but more came—silent, tireless, ancient.Silas stood his ground at the ridge’s mouth, runes glowing faint on his forearms. “These aren’t just bones,” he muttered, “they remember—

Pov: Asher. The Moon Room – Raven’s Peak. The overhead lights in the Moon Room cast a clean, soft glow over the wide table at the center, scattered with open laptops, maps, and half-drunk mugs of coffee. The large windows were shut tight against the early evening chill, the sky outside just beginning to darken.Asher stood at the head of the table, sleeves rolled up, expression serious. Around him, the council filtered in—Vivianne in a dark blazer, leaning on her tablet; Augustus in a battered hoodie, arms folded, jaw tense; Mira with her laptop open and fingers poised over the keys.Ember sat close, silent but watchful, her phone buzzing faintly with incoming updates from the lookout teams.Asher cleared his throat, and the quiet in the room clicked into place.“I’ll get straight to it,” he began. “We’ve confirmed sightings of Aiden’s people near Hollow Ridge. Drone footage, heat signatures. They’re close—and they’re moving with purpose.”A low ripple of reaction moved around the t

Pov: Aiden. Abandoned Subway Terminal – Lower ManhattanAiden sat on the steps of an old subway platform, long since decommissioned. Graffiti peeled from the walls, and the air stank of rust and something older.Across from him, cloaked in the shadows, stood Vivianne.No masks now. No performance.“You’ve burned your bridges,” he said, tossing her a black case. “You better be sure.”Vivianne caught it one-handed, opened it, and scanned the contents. IDs, burner tech, encrypted USBs.“I’m not here because I lost faith in Ember,” she said. “I’m here because she still thinks we’re playing by the old rules.”“And you’re done waiting?” Aiden asked.She looked up at him, eyes colder than he remembered. “I’m done pretending we can save this place with speeches and solar panels.”Aiden stood, motion slow, deliberate. “Then let’s be clear. You’re not a guest in this war. You’re a weapon. If you want to stay close to them, that means you carry the strike.”“I can do that,” Vivianne said. “But