Semua Bab The Alpha's Fated Desire: Bab 61 - Bab 70

{Lyra}I stood barefoot in the clearing, staring up at the blood-red moon still hanging in the sky. The flames around altar Corvin had prepared began to flicker as I made my way to it. There wasn’t a single sound, not a birdy crying, or an insect buzzing. The forest was eerily quiet and the leaves whispered in languages my human ears couldn’t decipher, but my wolf was reacting to them. Even the ancient oak trees bent their gnarled limbs inward, curling toward the altar.I walked forward, one step after another, until my toes touched the stone. I knelt at the edge of the altar, the stone was colder than the wind, biting into my knees, and my heartt was beatign wildly. I could hear every beat echoing between my ribs like the last moments before a hunt.Suddenly, there was a humming around the altar, and a huge wave of magic surged from the ground, into the sky.The Moon Spirit rose from the altar like mist. There was no footsteps, or sound, just a shimmering light in the shape of a woma

{Dominic}Ryker didn’t bother speaking to me as we walked. My legs barely worked, but somehow I kept moving. The forest disappeared behind us as we left the Grove behind, and the moon seemed to follow us out.I kept looking over my shoulder, half-expecting the wind to shift and Evangeline to be standing there, barefoot in the moonlight, with that spark in her eyes and her usual smirk.But she wasn’t there.I wanted to believe that she wasn’t gone, that she was somehow still out there. But if that was true, then how was I supposed to find her? There was no scent, no trace, no trail to follow—nothing but complete and utter silence.And then there was Mace… “Moon goddess help me.” She was slipping deeper into the darkness that hadcorrupted her, and it was my job to find the source of that corruption. So how the fuck was I supposed to do both? How do you choose between saving a loyal Delta, and chasing a ghost?By the time we arrived at the Elder’s Villa, Corvin’s voice was the first th

{Dominic}The creature collapsed with a sickening crunch, and its brittle limbs broke apart like scorched paper. I stood over it, with my chest heaving, and blood dripping from my claw. My breath still came in short gasps, and I could still taste the acrid magic that had spilled from Sorren’s body.There it was—the vial.It had rolled just a few inches from his fingers, faintly glowing with a sick green glow. I crouched slowly, even with trembling hand, and picked it up. The essence inside sloshed dangerously.“Hopefully, this is enough to save Mace,” I muttered and slipped it into the pouch at my hip, sealing the flap shut.Only then did I notice the taste of blood, and the pain hit me all at once.My legs buckled, and I slammed my palm into the stone wall to steady myself. The gash in my side throbbed with every single breath. My arm felt limp, and my shoulder was probably dislocated. My ribs ached like they’d caved in. And still, I forced one foot in front of the other.“Get back t

{Lyra}The iron door groaned open, and the stench of rot and mildew gave way to fresher air, mixed faintly with pine and dust. My eyes squinted against the sudden shift in light as Varen dragged me up the narrow staircase.My knees buckled the moment we reached the top step, but I didn’t dare fall. I stumbled forward, feeling the unexpected warmth of hardwood beneath my feet. For a moment, my brain refused to process what I was seeing. The chipped hallway mirror, the floral wallpaper faded by time, the scuff mark on the left panel of the stair rail… I knew this place.My throat closed. “This is… my house.”Varen didn’t look at me as he kept walking. “Surprised?” his tone dripped with mockery. I turned in a slow circle, taking everything in. To think there was a freaking cellar under the very safehouse I and Isaac had been living in all that time.“How long has it been there?” I whispered softly.“Does it matter?” he said, stopping in his tracks and turning to look at me. “You’re out

{Dominic}It had been a pretty long while since I stepped through the polished glass doors of NovaCore. The familiar scent of cedarwood polish, cold steel, and faint traces of coffee welcomed me as I walked in.The moment my boots hit the marble floors, heads had already begun to turn. It was times like these that I honestly didn’t need to announce myself; my presence kind of did that on its own. Every wolf in that lobby straightened their spine, and their eyes widened like they’d seen a ghost. I caught the words “Alpha” and “Founder” more times than I could count as I made my way to the elevators.Before I even made it, a young woman—Cynthia, if I remembered correctly—scrambled up from behind the receptionist desk, and quickly approached me.“Alpha, sir, welcome back. CEO Ryker is in his office. I’ll just—” she reached for the desk phone to inform him of my arrival.“No need,” I said flatly, brushing past her.She froze mid-dial as I stalked past the glossy walls of the executive wi