All Chapters of Sara and the Conqueror : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

SARAMy life in the penthouse took on a strange, surreal quality after the discovery of the note. Everything felt weighted with a new significance, especially now that I knew there was finally going to be light at the end of this long, suffocating tunnel. I made a firm mental note to be on my absolute best behavior—to play the part of the compliant, healing bird Tristan so desperately wanted me to be. The only problem, the one that kept me pacing my room at night, was that Rune’s coded message hadn't specified when he would be coming to rescue me."How stupid can I be?" I muttered to my reflection as I brushed my hair. There was no way a strategist like Rune was going to put a specific date and time on a piece of parchment that could easily be intercepted. For obvious reasons, he couldn't risk walking into a curated trap. I had to be ready at every moment; I had to be a coiled spring disguised as a wilting flower.After returning from my supervised sunlit walk the following afternoon,

SARAI was sprawled on the sofa in the penthouse, the silence of the room a rare luxury. I was flipping through the glossy pages of a high-end fashion magazine, staring at the airbrushed perfection of women who looked far too beautiful to be real, when the heavy doors groaned open. I expected the brooding, wounded version of Tristan from the night before, but the man who stepped in was a stranger.I had woken up early to find his side of the bed already cold, and despite everything, I had felt a twinge of guilt. Tristan was many things—a jailer, a tyrant, a man haunted by ghosts—but I had recently discovered that he possessed these sudden, jarring flashes where his old, boyish nature would resurface. He had looked genuinely shattered after my rejection last night, like a child who had been struck for trying to be kind."Tristan? You’re back early," I said, sitting up and letting the magazine slide to the floor."Yes, my love," he beamed. He was all smiles, his eyes bright with a fever

ALPHA RUNEI stared down at the topographical maps of the Twilight Zone spread across my mahogany desk, the edges held down by heavy silver daggers. I was satisfied that Kayvon had managed to leverage his relationship with Yvonne to secure the defensive layouts for Tristan’s upcoming Full Moon celebration. It was a classic move, but in the game of wolves, the classics stayed classic for a reason."The full moon is only a few days away, Kayvon. Is everything in place for the strike against Tristan?" I asked as my second-in-command entered the office, his footsteps heavy with the weight of the coming conflict."The units are prepped and the logistics are finalized," Kayvon replied, standing at attention."And the plan?" I asked, my voice low, my mind already visualizing the breach."We attack at 22:00 hours, just as the celebration is hitting its stride," Kayvon explained, pointing to the perimeter gates on the map. "Carmen and I crunched the numbers; we figured their security structure

ALPHA RUNE "Tristan!!!" I yelled as I saw the madness below—my council and his, tangled in a pathetic web of forbidden sentiment—but I didn't care. The world could burn as long as I got to her."Don't be a pussy, come out and face me!!" I yelled in a loud voice as I moved towards the front. Everyone of Tristan's men stayed out of my way, the few who dared challenge me died almost immediately. When the rest noticed that they stood no chance again an Alpha, they started avoiding me. I got to the podium and looked around but he was nowhere to be found. "Don't tell me you are such a coward Tristan. You are holding a woman hostage who is not in love with you. Let her go." "I don't think you should be talking to the Alpha of Twilight Zone with so much disrespect." I heard from behind me and turned to find an unassuming lady with a quiet demeanor. "Especially since you are in Twilight Zone." I felt insulted that Tristan would rather send a woman to face me than face me himself. "I'm sor

ALPHA TRISTANI waited for Rune and his band of marauders to show up long before the Full Moon festival reached its peak, but for hours, nothing happened. The air was still, save for the forced merriment of the pack. Kaelen eventually approached me, his brow furrowed with doubt as the clock ticked past the original expected window."Alpha, nothing is moving on the perimeter. Are we sure the intel was legit? Or is we being played?" he asked, his voice a low whisper."Yvonne said she had it on good authority that they would come for Sara tonight. She has never steered us wrong on tactical movements before," I replied, though a seed of doubt began to sprout in my own gut. "If by midnight they are still a no-show, we’ll call it a night and prepare for a traditional siege during the daylight hours. But for now, we stay frosty."I had gone to great lengths to ensure this wasn't just a victory, but a global statement. I had high-definition CCTV cameras positioned at every strategic vantage p