Semua Bab SAVING ALPHA THORNE: THE MOONBOUND PACT: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Ian's POV Kaelric led me into a chamber lit by fireglass. Opulent, yes - but cold. A tomb dressed in silk. “This is where you’ll be staying, small wolf,” he said, dragging a hand down my back. I flinched. His grin deepened. When he grabbed my ass, I slapped him. Hard. “Don’t touch me!” He barely blinked. “You don’t get it, do you?” “What?” I spat. He stepped closer. Heat radiated from him like a furnace. I backed up. He didn’t let me go - he just gripped my arms tighter. “I am the soon-to-be king of DuskHowl Dominion Pack,” he growled. “I take what I want. And I want you.” Then he kissed me. It wasn’t tender. It wasn’t even real. It was a claim. I jerked back, heart pounding. “You bastard.” Kaelric only laughed. “Careful. Others would lose their throats for less. But you... you’re the prince’s property. An exception.” “I’m not anyone’s property!” He leaned in, voice dropping to a dark promise. “Soon, I’ll mark you. And when I do, I'll fuck you deep, the only

Ian's POV The morning came too quickly. The light of it was cold - purple and cruel - and when the heavy door groaned open, I was still seated by the small fire they allowed to burn in the hearth, staring into its belly like it could offer an escape. Kaelric entered, his cloak snapping like a banner behind him. For a moment, I thought it was someone else. His eyes were darker than usual, his jaw set like carved rock. "You assaulted Lazhara?" he said, his tone more like an accusation than a question. I didn't answer. My spine stiffened. He walked until he stood before me and then, without warning, grabbed my neck. Not hard enough to crush, but enough that I felt his claim. His breath ghosted over my cheek, and his voice dipped into something primal. "Listen well, small wolf," he growled, and my body locked under the weight of his alpha command. "You are mine. Not even death can take you away from me. You're not leaving my side till forever. You’ll plead guilty. And you will

Ian's POV A tremor ran through me, but I buried it deep, my eyes still scanning the room. Selene... she was lurking around. The hour draws near. The moment she promised - the moment I would be given the tool to save him - is almost here. Fear coiled tight in my chest, tangled with something sharper: curiosity. What will she say when she comes? What form will she take this time? And when the rose is in my hands… what will I become? My heart hammered, echoing the wild, unspoken questions unraveling inside me. Across the room, Kiva scribbled furiously into her book again, her brows drawn tight. I swallowed the lump rising in my throat. She wasn't perceiving the scent. I was the only one. For a moment, I had forgotten that I'm the one for this mission. Not Kiva. Not anybody else. Just me. I shouldn't tell her. She raised her book for me to see. [I fear something stalks you, Master.] Her green eyes were wide with concern - genuine, vulnerable. “You shou

Ian's POV I lay still on the bed, the air thick with the taste of iron on my tongue. The blood from my split lip still burned, but it was the bells that held my mind prisoner. The shrill clanging echoed like a war drum in the back of my skull, each ring sharper than the last. But even stranger than the bells, was the silence underneath them. Deep, gnawing. Like the world itself had paused, waiting. I wasn’t just hearing them. I was feeling them, inside my chest. They rattled my bones, buzzed in my blood. My heart thudded against my ribcage like it was trying to tear free. I needed to know. I needed to see what was happening. But then there was Kaelric. “Screw him!” The thought burned through my mind like fire. I’m not going to stay here, waiting like some dumb rabbit because he ordered me to. Not when something is happening out there. I’m going out there to see things for myself. My mind thought of them, Ryker and Maro, and my heart stopped. Shit! Those dunderhead alphas w

Ashval's POV My vision twisted. And the world unraveled into green fire. Blinding. Liquid. Divine. The air thickened, and every stone in the chamber bled with eldritch colors, swirling like a cursed kaleidoscope. I looked through his eyes. Moved with his limbs. But it wasn't Ian breathing anymore. It was me. Ashval. It wasn’t planned. Never intentional. I didn’t mean to shove him inward, to crawl into the light. But something called me. Pulled me. A force ancient and irresistible. The jar. It had awakened something deep inside this shared vessel - me. Not Ian. Not the boy. But Ashval, the soul-born echo that nestled in his bones. It thrummed. A whisper from the bones of the earth. From deep within Ian’s gut. A cry ancient and sharp. It gripped me. Dragged me. My boots echoed softly as I advanced, each step stolen from the gods. I had no scroll, no rite that told me this was possible - a spirit wolf being beckoned by an object. I stepped forward slowly, eyes locked on