All Chapters of THE PURE ALPHA : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Days had passed since the battle at the clearing, the one that had sealed the fate of Alistair Blackwood and Declan Hawke. The united packs were growing stronger under Lyons leadership. The peace they were enjoying now was just for some time as there was more to come. The battle with Declan and Alistair was just the beginning.Lyon was outside when he suddenly felt the change in the atmosphere. It was the energy of darkness and he immediately sensed that it was Edmund Drake.Edmund was a master at dark magic manipulation and he used fear to control his wolves who had followed him because he had promised them power and domination.Edmund believed in the old ways, in ruling through strength and bloodshed. And now, his dark forces were lurking around and Lyon could sense it.Lyon immediately gathered the packs preparing their minds for what was coming. There was no show of fear in them anymore as they had great faith in the Pure Alpha. Lyon was ready as the power pulsed through him, stea

For the first time in, well, ages, the air was still. The wolves of the united packs seemed to enjoy some time of peace. Their spirits were lighter, their bodies stronger from all the training and, well, the unity they’d worked so hard to achieve. Lyon, the Pure Alpha, and his father, Tristan stood at the heart of the stronghold. They both looked out over the land, the same land that had been split apart by so much bloodshed, and now, well, it was slowly healing. The progress was slow but real. People thought it was impossible, this unity, this peace, but here they were. They’d defeated Alistair Blackwood and Declan Hawke. Edmund Drake’s forces were scattered. For the first time in generations, the wolves could breathe easy, without fear of an attack around the corner. And it wasn’t just the packs that were feeling the change. Love had started to bloom in the most unlikely places. Leandro and Seraphinas love for each other had begun to blossom especially after he had almost lost her

The sky was heavy and a storm was about to break. Lightning bolts could be seen across the sky. And the wind? It was there, sure, but it didn’t carry any scent, any direction. It was just... still. Silent. Empty.And the forest, once alive with the usual chirps, rustling leaves, and the chatter of birds? Yeah, it was quiet too. In the heart of the kingdom, inside the temple, Isabella stood at the map table. Her fingers hovered over a marked ridge, a place that hadn’t been there before. Not until the rift cracked the earth open. The dark forces weren’t just creeping anymore. Oh no. They were marching, bold and unrelenting.Leandro entered, his steps soft but carrying the weight of something heavy. “The eastern scouts haven’t returned,” he said, his voice quiet, almost too quiet.Isabella didn’t even look up. “They won’t.”The air felt thicker, heavier. Seraphina stepped into the room behind him, her tone sharp as always. “We’re losing ground by the hour. They’ve found the leyline, I

The body of the fallen ancient lay smoldering, a twisted pile of ash, the faint glow of its once formidable presence flickering like a dying ember. What had been older than any living memory was now reduced to nothing but dust and the faintest trace of power. Lyon stood unmoving beside the ruins, his breath coming in slow, shallow bursts. His skin was shining faintly. The power, flowing through his body. He was holding in with everything in him. His eyes, a mix of gold and silver, were focused. The storm raged around them, and the battle was yet to be over.Tristan saw it first. The way Lyon’s frame trembled, his fingers curled, clutching at air as if holding onto something they couldn't see. The bond between them was still there, still as strong as ever, and Tristan knew his son was holding on by sheer will. But for how long?“Hold on son, it's not over yet,” Tristan offered words of encouragement to him as he got down on one knee beside Lyon. He was also losing strength.Lyon look

The field was scorched but eerily still. The air smelt of blood and burnt earth. The camp was eerily calm, there was no sound of celebration of victory. Injured wolves limped around, helping one another and dragging their dead bodies through the wreckage on the battlefield. The crack in the earth has been sealedBut there was no celebration. Because their leader, Tristan was gone, he had paid the ultimate price for all of them and something still stirred beneath the soil.Isabella looked at her blood stained hands as she stood at the edge of the leyline. Her sword had broken into two during the final battle just as Tristan had given himself up to seal the darkness. She watched as her son, Lyon stood staring at the spot in the earth where his father had vanished. His body was still glowing faintly from the remnants of the moon Goddess mark. Isabella wanted to cry, maybe even scream at the world that had taken so much from her, but she couldn't shed a tear. She held it all in for the p