บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Fated Desire: บทที่ 251 - บทที่ 259

{Dominic}Snow still clung to my boots by the time Grimhold’s manor came into view, its towering stone walls glowing faintly with light. My body protested with every step—each muscle torn, each vein cracked—but Lyra at my side kept me upright, emanating a soft light that seemed to keep the exhaustion at bay.Kael had vanished, saying he had one last thing to do, after delivering Isaac safely into her arms, leaving the boy pressed between us, small and trembling but alive. And for that, even my fire-burned chest found the strength to breathe easier.The front gates swung wide the moment we approached. Soldiers rushed forward, their expressions twisting between relief and horror when their gazes landed on me. I didn’t miss the panic in Myra’s stride as she hurried down the steps, Odessa right behind her, their gowns swishing against the snow.“Dominic!” Odessa’s voice cracked, fear sharp in it. “Have you seen Isaac? We can't find him anywhere in the manor.”Myra’s sharp tone cut through

{Dominic}We stood in the courtyard the next morning, watching as Myra single-handedly orchestrated our departure with an efficiency that could’ve put a general to shame—carriages of supplies rolling in, servants darting back and forth with cloaks and travel cases.If she weren't the daughter of the great Alpha of the Nort,h I would've honestly considered hiring her as my assistant. Grimhold leaned heavily on his cane, but the gleam in his golden eyes hadn’t dimmed since the feast. Myra hovered near his shoulder, her mouth pressed thin, though I caught the way her hands gripped his arm tighter than necessary.I bowed my head to him once. “You should be in bed, not standing in the cold.”He bared his teeth in a grin. “And miss bidding you farewell? I’d sooner let frost rot my bones.”Lyra stood beside me, Isaac’s small hand tucked in hers, Odessa draped in a heavy cloak that nearly swallowed her whole. Kael lingered a pace back, shadow-silent but watchful.“Thank you,” I said, and my

{Dominic}The morning sun caught on every inch of NovaCore’s glass-and-steel towers, gilding them until they looked like they had been carved from the heavens themselves. It should have looked beautiful to me, but instead it looked like a challenge, a fortress I’d once conquered and now had to reclaim.The limo slowed at the barricades. Beyond the tinted windows, a sea of bodies surged—reporters pressing against the cordon, cameras flashing like relentless lightning. Security wrestled to keep the lines intact, but still the voices only grew with each passing second, overlapping in a chaotic chorus.My reflection in the glass stared back at me, I was dressed in a sharp black suit, tie knotted by Lyra. For a second, I simply breathed, pulling the air deep into my chest, steadying the rhythm of my heart. I had faced rogues who wanted to tear me limb from limb, blood feuds older than the walls of Crownshaven, even death itself. But this battlefield was different; it had clean floors and p

{Lyra}The city blurred past in streaks of gold, but all I could see was the hard line of Dominic’s jaw reflected in the window.He looked untouchable, every inch the Alpha who had just walked into a boardroom and taken back his throne without flinching. I turned my hand where it still rested in his, our fingers entwined. His skin was warm, but his grip was absent-minded, like he was holding on out of instinct, not intention. My thumb brushed over his knuckle until his gaze finally shifted toward me.The limo slowed as we turned through the wrought-iron gates of the Bloodhound estate. The familiar sprawl of stone walls and towering glass rose to greet us. Staff lined the entrance, bowing their heads as Dominic stepped out first. I followed, their eyes flickering to me with something new—curiosity, whispers pressed into hushed breaths at the corners of the hall.They looked at me differently now. Not as some nameless girl trailing in his shadow. Not even as an interloper. Something els