All Chapters of Blood Oath Of The Alpha : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The grand hall of the pack house buzzed with murmurs and thick tension. Warriors stood in rigid rows, elders sat with unreadable expressions, and the rest of the pack filled the space with anticipation. They hadn’t seen Alpha Derek like this in a while—not since the Luna was chosen.When he finally appeared at the head of the hall, flanked by guards, the entire room fell silent. His towering frame radiated power. His jaw was tight, eyes cold, and posture demanding authority.“I’m not here to beg,” Derek’s voice sliced through the silence. “And I don’t owe anyone an explanation.”Murmurs stirred again, but his next glare silenced them.“I chose to be absent the day the Luna was introduced. That was my decision. If you have a problem with it, take it up with me directly.”One of the elders, a graying man named Warren, rose. “Alpha, with all due respect… how can we accept a Luna who cowers in corners and can't even shift properly? You’ve always demanded strength. Why lower the standard n

The sun started its slow descent, creating long shadows across the clearing where the practice area met the woods. The wooden training sword she held felt heavier than it did an hour before. Still, she stayed with determined look as all her focus was fixed on Caleb.“Let's go again,” she said with an authoritative voice. Caleb stopped for a minute as he placed his hands on his waist. "Are you certain?" It was six rounds. "I'm quite certain I sensed my shoulder click in the final one." “Once more,” she reiterated, not diverting her gaze. With a weary grin and a defeated nod, he lifted his sword and advanced toward her. The sound of wood striking wood resonated in the clearing as they advanced, quick and purposeful. Caleb was powerful and talented—but Diva was unyielding. She evaded a hit, pivoted down, and knocked his legs out from beneath him. He landed on the ground with a sigh. "Don't let me upset you again next time," he said quietly, massaging his back. Diva didn’t smile. She

The rogue lunged, a blur of black and steel slicing through the stillness. His blade whistled through the air, aimed for her throat. Diva twisted low, the knife grazing her ear, drawing the first blood.She didn’t flinch.With a snarl, she kicked the small stool near her foot toward him. It cracked against his shin, throwing him off balance for just a second—long enough for her to strike. Her claws extended mid-swing, slicing across his chest. He hissed, staggered, then regained footing with unnatural speed."You’re quicker than I was told," he growled, circling her, one blade reversed in his palm, the other spinning lightly between his fingers. His voice was calm, too calm for a predator stalking his kill.Diva’s breathing slowed. Her body moved on instinct now. Every muscle remembered Caleb’s teachings. Every step, every breath felt like it belonged to someone far older, far deadlier.She whispered under her breath, "He taught me well."He charged again, blades aimed in a deadly cro

Diva walked briskly through the stone corridors, her feet moving before her mind could catch up. The scent of iron still clung to her hands, and even though she’d cleaned her blade, she could feel the ghost of blood on her fingers. Her body was sore, her muscles humming with tension and the aftershocks of power she still didn’t fully understand.Caleb was waiting in the courtyard beneath the old ash tree, where the moonlight spilled like silver over his furrowed brow. His arms were crossed, but as soon as he saw Diva, his expression softened with concern. He stepped forward, scanning her from head to toe."You’re hurt," he said."Not badly," she replied, her voice lower than usual. Her eyes held something new. Not just strength—but fury, restrained like a dam about to break.Caleb led her to a nearby bench carved from rough stone. He crouched before her, inspecting the scratch on her shoulder and the faint bruises blossoming along her jaw."What happened?" he asked.Diva exhaled. “One

The forest swallowed them whole.Every tree seemed to lean closer, every branch like a hand reaching out, whispering secrets in a language only the dead could speak. Derek walked slightly ahead, shoulders tense, jaw set. Diva followed in silence, her mind racing.The image of the coiled serpent around the crescent moon lingered in her thoughts like smoke. She’d never seen that symbol before, but it made something in her chest twist—a deep, instinctive unease. Whoever left it behind had wanted them to see it. No, needed them to.They crossed a shallow stream where the water shimmered with reflected crimson light. The blood moon wasn’t full yet, but already its color touched the world, casting the forest in muted shades of rust and gold.Diva finally broke the silence.“That mark… the serpent and the moon. You said it belonged to a forgotten sect.”Derek didn’t stop walking, but he answered, voice low.“Years ago, before Ronan rose to power, there were whispers of an ancient order—mages