บททั้งหมดของ Blood Oath Of The Alpha : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

The Blackmane mansion was no longer cloaked in calm. Panic spread like wildfire through the halls, carried on the frantic heartbeats of guards, servants, and warriors alike. Whispers of the rogue infiltration had transformed into growls of unrest, and with Diva’s scent gone and Kieran’s cell left open like a challenge, the pack teetered on the edge of chaos.Alpha Derek stood at the center of it all, his claws unconsciously extending from his fingertips, digging crescents into the wooden arm of the war table. His golden eyes, usually sharp with authority, were clouded with something he couldn’t explain—something wild. Something un-Alpha-like.He had not slept. Could not. His wolf paced inside him, agitated, snarling, tugging toward a direction he couldn't quite place. Every instinct screamed that Diva was in danger, but what made his chest ache was something far worse—guilt. And confusion. He didn’t understand why her absence carved such a deep hollow in him.Was it the mark she left

The air was thick with the tang of blood and the lingering stench of burning wood. Derek’s boots hit the stone stairs with a brutal rhythm, each step echoing the wrath vibrating through his bones. His wolf snarled beneath his skin, clawing to be set free, to rip and tear through the enemy. The upper floor of Ronan’s ancient manor loomed ahead, dimly lit by flickering sconces that danced shadows across the cracked walls. The silence was deceiving. Derek could hear the faint scrape of claws, the thud of restrained movement, and the haunting pulse of dark magic just up ahead. Behind him, his elite pack warriors followed in formation, every one of them battle-hardened and burning with the same fury. They were ready for blood. Ready for vengeance. A low, broken sound drifted down the corridor to his right. Derek’s ears twitched. He scented the air—through the filth, the fear, the blood, he caught her scent. Faint. Fading. But unmistakable. Diva. He broke from the formation and strode

Ronan towered over Derek, the silver blade still sunk deep into the Alpha's side. Blood ran in thick rivulets down Derek’s flank, soaking his torn shirt and pooling at his boots. His chest rose and fell in ragged gasps, breath shallow from the brutal clash with the rogue pack—and now this betrayal. But his eyes, sharp and unyielding, stayed locked on Ronan.“You’re still breathing?” Ronan sneered, crouching low beside him. “Let’s change that.”With a savage yank, he ripped the silver knife free. Derek’s growl ripped through clenched teeth as agony surged through him, his hand pressing instinctively to the wound. But he didn’t collapse. He was an Alpha—he wouldn’t give a traitor like Ronan the victory of watching him break.Ronan ran a thumb over the bloodied blade, the silver glinting under the torchlight. “Fitting, don’t you think?” he mocked. “Killed by the illusion you called love.”He raised the blade, its tip aimed for Derek’s throat.Then something ancient stirred.A pulse rippe

The world was strangely still in the aftermath of the fight. The ground bore the scars of their battle, claw marks etched into the stone, and the scent of blood—sharp and metallic—hung heavy in the air. Diva stood over Ronan, her chest heaving, golden eyes glowing with a flicker of her beast still pulsing beneath her skin. Her claws were out, bloodied, her body trembling not with weakness, but the force of what had just happened.Ronan lay crumpled against the far wall, his massive frame twisted and broken. His fur was matted with blood, his breathing shallow, wheezing through broken ribs and a punctured lung. He had shifted halfway during the fight, stuck between wolf and man—no longer Alpha, no longer anything.Diva didn’t speak. She watched him with narrowed eyes, her muscles still coiled, waiting.Ronan coughed, dark blood spilling down the side of his mouth. His voice came out cracked and low. "You don’t even know what you’ve done."Diva’s lips curled, her fangs still bared. "I k

Diva stood alone in the dim corridor, the cold stone walls pressing in like the weight of her own tangled thoughts. The flickering torchlight cast long, uncertain shadows that stretched and twisted with every breath she took. Around her, the great mansion lay silent, but inside her mind, a storm raged fiercely.Her hands clenched tightly around the silver pendant she always wore—the mark of the Luna. It glinted faintly in the torchlight, but to her, it was a chain as much as a symbol. The bond that had tied her to Derek had unraveled, a fading thread that left her untethered, unsure, and more alone than ever.Derek Luna.The name burned bitter on her tongue.Because she remembered. How could she forget?Since the Smoothsayer had named her as his Luna, everything had changed. There was no tenderness, no whispered promises in the dark. Only control. Derek had claimed her like a prize but never as a partner. Every step she took, every breath she drew, was watched, measured, and twisted t