All Chapters of Blood Oath Of The Alpha : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The carriage rolled through the forest, its wheels groaning under the weight of silence that had settled between its two passengers. The road was uneven, but neither Derek nor Diva seemed to notice the occasional jolt. They sat across from each other, cloaked in the same uneasy quiet that had wrapped around them since leaving the witch’s hut.Diva turned her face toward the window, her expression unreadable. Shadows from the trees slipped across her features as the moonlight filtered through the canopy above. Her arms were folded tightly across her chest, not from the cold—but as if holding herself together.Derek sat opposite her, a map spread open on his lap, though his eyes rarely moved across it. He was pretending to read, but his mind was elsewhere. Every now and then, he glanced up at Diva—only to quickly look away before their eyes could meet.Neither spoke of the witch’s warning.How could they?That the bond between them might be a lie—manufactured, manipulated, poisoned from

The estate had never felt more suffocating. Every hallway Derek walked through seemed tighter, every door he opened felt heavier. It was as if the walls themselves were whispering—mocking him for letting the betrayal grow right under his nose. Since Diva told him about the voices in the kitchen, he hadn’t rested. He'd doubled the security rotations, pulled old reports, revisited staff interviews, and still, something didn't sit right.Until now."My lord," a voice called from behind.Derek turned sharply. It was one of the perimeter guards, Nolan, a sharp-eyed guard known more for his silence than his presence."Speak.""It’s about Kieran," Nolan said, glancing over his shoulder as if afraid someone might be listening. "I saw him last night... near the east courtyard. He was talking to someone."Derek narrowed his eyes. "Who?""Couldn’t make out the face. They stayed in the shadows. But after they left, Kieran lingered... and I swear I saw him touch the mark on the tree. The one near

The moon hung low and watchful in the night sky, cloaked by drifting clouds that rolled like whispers over the forest canopy. Somewhere in the distance, a lone wolf howled, its call slicing through the hush of midnight like a warning no one could quite understand. But inside Ronan’s estate, something darker stirred than the creatures of the night.The spy moved quickly, his cloak billowing behind him, boots barely making a sound against the packed dirt. His heart thundered in his chest, each beat a countdown to disaster. Kieran had been captured. Worse, he had been seen—seen talking in the shadows, and now, locked away by Derek’s guards. The news had hit like a dagger in the ribs. If Kieran talked...He paused outside the hidden side gate of Ronan’s estate, gave three sharp knocks in a specific rhythm, and was ushered in by a silent guard who didn’t speak a word. Within minutes, he was standing before Ronan.Ronan sat alone in the study, the room dimly lit by the glow of a few dying c

The forest was at its stillest in the hour before dawn.The rogue crouched beneath a twisted pine, eyes trained on the moss-covered stones that disguised the hidden tunnel entrance. The pouch of bluish-green herb felt warm in his palm. Behind him, the other three figures—spy, tall rogue, and short rogue—stood perfectly still, their breathing synchronized with the rhythm of the wild. No one spoke. There was no need.The spy gave a sharp nod, then stepped forward. With careful fingers, he pushed back a section of vines and loose stones, revealing the narrow mouth of the tunnel. It yawned open like a throat ready to swallow them whole.The rogue took the pouch and struck a match, holding it to the herb. It ignited with a quiet hiss, releasing a sharp, earthy scent that stung their noses. Wisps of silver smoke drifted over the stones, curling and dancing before fading."Go," the rogue said.They slipped inside, one after the other, the darkness swallowing them instantly. The tunnel was ti

The first thing Diva felt was the cold bite of stone against her back. Not the kind of cold that came with winter, but the kind that wrapped itself around the bones—unnatural and damp. Her wolf stirred beneath her skin, uneasy, pacing in circles just out of reach. A dull ache throbbed in her head as her eyelids fluttered open.The room was dim—windowless—lit only by a single flickering torch on the wall. Stone walls, a slab of a bed with no warmth, and a heavy wooden door with iron hinges. It felt like a tomb.Her instincts screamed before her thoughts could catch up.She pushed herself upright, groaning as her limbs protested. Everything felt… drugged. Her senses dulled, her wolf sluggish like it had been sedated. She sniffed the air—something bitter still lingered in her system. Her memory flashed back: she’d gone for a run, her paws hitting the forest floor, heart pounding from a heated argument with her brother. She had shifted back and returned to her cabin… and then blackness.S