Semua Bab Surrogate Bride To The Alpha Stand-in: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Lena froze.Milicent lay awake, her back to Lena, gazing out the window.A sudden, profound joy surged within Lena, and she hurried toward her.But her steps faltered midway when Milicent turned, her face pale, a gleam of madness in her eyes.Drop.Drop.Drop.Blood.Milicent gripped a knife with trembling hands, the blade pressed dangerously against her wrist, and the blood dripped steadily onto the cold stone floor.“Milicent!” Lena cried, rushing to her side. With frantic hands, she wrested the blade away and caught Milicent as she crumpled into her arms."Someone—anyone!" she screamed. "Get the healer—now!"The door slammed open, and the Beta charged in, his face drawn with concern.He knelt beside the two women, his voice a low, commanding whisper. "Stay with me, dove. Stay with me."Without a word, he lifted Milicent into his arms, cradling her as though she were a fragile thing, and with a swift motion, he carried her out of the chamber, his footsteps echoing in the silence lef

Lena found herself amidst a void, a realm swallowed in darkness. No soul stirred, no light dared pierce the black. All was still.“Hello?” she called, her voice echoing into the abyss like a forgotten whisper.“Is anyone there?”Then came the sound—a rush of water, distant yet growing louder. Drawn to it, she moved forward until her feet stepped upon a river flowing beneath her, as though she walked upon the very surface of it. The darkness dispersed, giving way to a strange, ethereal light.Before her stood a creature—tall upon two legs, cloaked in crimson fur, its visage that of a great wolf, its eyes an unnatural blue, piercing and ancient. She stood frozen.“Welcome, Magdalena,” the beast spoke, its voice both thunderous and soft, like a whisper of fate.Her breath caught in her throat.That name—her full name. A name only her mother had ever spoken, a name no one else dared to utter.“Who are you?” she whispered, her hands trembling. “How do you know that name?”“Fear not, Magd

The days that followed were drenched in dread and unrest. True to his vow, Craven fulfilled his beloved’s request....he struck down Lydia Voss with merciless precision and dragged the unconscious witch into the bleak confines of Blackthorn Hold. Yet in doing so, he had unleashed a tempest of fear across the realm.He did not simply slay the woman; he desecrated her memory. Her body was dismembered, and her remains divided and dispatched to the various packs. Each received two or three parts....a grotesque token, a calculated insult to the entire race.Outrage echoed across the territories.They assembled at the foot of the Dark Tower, voices raised in growls and grievance, fangs bared and tempers kindled. The act had shattered their fragile unity, giving rise to whispers of war and seething resentment.Yet for all their fury, none could summon Darius.The Alpha had vanished into himself. No call, no howl, no sacred rite could bring him forth. His lycan beast prowled silently within, r

"See that the High Prophetess is returned in safety," she commanded Cedric, who was already mounted upon his steed."At once, my lady," he replied, inclining his head with respect. Then, turning to the men assembled behind him, he barked the order, "We ride!"Within moments, the sound of hooves striking stone echoed through the courtyard as the riders galloped through the castle gates and disappeared beyond.She turned back toward the keep, her voice calm but firm. "And the Alpha—what is his condition?""He remains in slumber," Jade replied.She paused, glancing over her shoulder. "Where is he now?""I have returned him to his chamber, mother.""Very well. We shall now see the Luna."But before she could take a step, her son’s voice interjected."The Luna is with him."She halted at once, her breath catching in her throat.---Within the Alpha's chamber, the Luna sat in stillness, her gaze fixed upon him—eye to eye, though his remained closed in slumber."I do not understand why you c

“You have no say in this matter, my Alpha,” Selena said, her voice low and resolute as she hurried after Ethan, who strode swiftly from the castle’s great hall.Her steps were laboured—her belly round with child, her time of delivery drawing near. Word of the trial had reached her ears, and now her husband, upon hearing the full account, prepared to ride to the Dark Tower in Lena’s defence.“I cannot permit her to suffer for a truth she never knew,” he said, his voice weighted with purpose. “Lena is but a human—frail and unmarked by our laws. Even the smallest punishment could prove fatal.”He paused then, turning to her. With gentle reverence, he pressed a kiss upon her hair.“I entrust the affairs of the pack to you, love,” he murmured.A wistful smile touched her lips, sorrow threading through her heart as she watched him mount his horse, the steed’s hooves striking the cobblestones like war drums. In moments, he was gone, swallowed by the morning mist.It was then that she felt it