All Chapters of Blood Oath Of The Alpha : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The first rays of dawn filtered through the dense forest canopy, lighting the edges of the pack lands with a soft golden glow. But the Alpha's mansion had already been buzzing long before the sun crept over the horizon.Word had spread like wildfire. Diva, the weak Luna everyone mocked, had defeated Ronan.And saved the Alpha.It was the guards who had followed Derek and Diva to the battlefield who first brought the tale to the pack. Wide-eyed, still bearing the scent of blood and ash, they spoke of how Diva stepped into the fight, how her wolf held her ground against the feral rage of Ronan, and how she stood over the bleeding Alpha when all seemed lost.The reaction was instant—and divided.By midmorning, the outer grounds of the Alpha mansion were filled with wolves. Some came with heads bowed, humbled by the truth they'd refused to see. Others came with lips curled in doubt, their mistrust fanned by Kyra's poisonous whispers."She is not who we thought," muttered Freya, one of the

The sun had barely started to warm the skies when Diva stirred from the tangled sheets. Her heart still thudded with the echoes of her dream, every beat pulsing with confusion and the scent of the stranger who had chased her through the darkness of her slumber. She sat upright, her eyes darting to the corners of the room as though the stranger had followed her into the waking world. But there was nothing—only the dull hush of morning and the faint rustle of leaves beyond the mansion’s walls.Her wolf stirred uneasily within her, fur bristling beneath her skin.Who was that? she wondered, pressing her palm to her chest. There had been a pull—strong and aching—one she had never felt, not even with Derek.The guards still lingered outside the Alpha’s mansion. Their murmurs had died down after last night, but Diva had no doubt the weight of opinions still hung in the air. She stood slowly, shook off the last threads of sleep, and went to the door. Her voice was calm, firm, laced with comm

The door clicked shut behind Derek with a finality that echoed through the Luna’s chamber like a distant growl in the night. Silence followed—thick, heavy, almost alive. Diva didn’t move. She stood there, still as stone, staring at the space he’d just occupied. His scent—that unmistakable blend of pine, musk, and something darker—still lingered in the air. It tugged at something deep in her chest. Something primal.She turned slowly, almost cautiously, and made her way back to the bed. The long cloak she wore dragged against the floor like fallen leaves in the forest. When she sat, the fabric gathered beneath her hands, soft and wrinkled, but her body remained rigid. Her heart was racing—not from fear, but from something more dangerous: doubt.Everything he had said… it looped in her mind like an old hunt replaying itself. Derek—Alpha of the Bloodfangs, the one who once dragged her into duty and denied her the right to choose—had just stood before her not as a leader, but as a man. An

The rising moon lit the landscape in silver and shadow as Diva stepped out of the Alpha’s mansion, the cool air brushing over her fur-cloaked form. She wore nothing but a simple wrap of pelt around her, the traditional comfort of her kind. The earth beneath her bare feet felt cold but grounding, and each step away from the place that had both imprisoned and shaped her filled her chest with a strange kind of freedom—and confusion.She needed to be alone.Her wolf stirred within her, not in alarm, but in quiet agreement. They both needed space. Time. The Alpha’s mansion, with its stone walls and guarded entrances, no longer felt like home. She had spent too long trying to belong, trying to gain respect, trying to be loved. And now Derek—Alpha Derek—had poured out his heart, pleading for her to accept him. But could she trust him? Could she trust herself?The forest welcomed her like an old friend, the scent of pine and damp earth rising around her. Crickets sang in the brush, and distan

The moon had long since dipped beyond the trees when Diva stirred, the soft breath of dawn brushing against her thick white coat. She blinked awake beneath the shadow of an old boulder, nestled in a hollow of fallen leaves and moss. Her limbs ached from the night’s run, and the ache in her chest—one she’d tried to outrun—lingered heavier than ever.She had left her territory behind. Left Derek. Left the pain of loving a pack that never truly felt like hers.Now, she walked alone.The woods here felt different. Wilder. The scent of pine clung to her fur, mixed with the distant traces of other wolves—unfamiliar, but not immediately hostile. She’d kept to the borders last night, cautious of stepping too deep into another pack’s range. But this morning, something tugged at her senses. Not danger… something else.A faint padding reached her ears. She snapped her head up, her muscles coiling instinctively, but her posture eased when she recognized the small figure bounding through the under