All Chapters of The Alpha’s Pretty Mistake: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

AuthorBy midnight the rain ceased, and the remains of the Lannister establishment were gleaming under silver light. The eastern walls still bled smoke and the smell of burned metal was still lingering in the place where once there were actually gardens.Kol and Elias were moving through the rubble in the hollow silence that followed war. Their footsteps stomped down glass and bone, on the way down to what had been the principal archive, half buried under the fallen stone.The pack was mending the house over, and sealing up the walls and sealing up the dead. However, here, in the gloomy belly of the estate, there was no sign of time in the air.Kol was first, with his torch, the blaze of which illuminated his scarred countenance uneasily. His cane, which he used to lean on, had vanished, and now he would not take it, although each step caused him pain piercing up his leg.Elias came behind, with a torch as well, and a set of his jaw that was the same he had in battle: stillness create

KolThe morning was red again, not like the gold of the spring, but the sort of red that indicated that the earth was a bleeding poor thing.I was on the verge of the forest, where the trees were bowed down into the smoke. The Lannister estate, beyond my back, consisted entirely of broken figures, the tower being half demolished, the walls downed, and lastly, the banners turned to black ash.The pack gathered in the old stone clearing, silent. No drums, no chants. Only the sound of wolves breathing and distant fire crackling through what was left of home.The Council had refused us.Their message came through the old comm line an hour ago, a voice detached and cold.“The Elders cannot risk more lives for a fallen house.”Fallen house.They had said it once before, after my father’s Purge, when half our bloodline burned for his ambition. I had spent my life rebuilding the name they cursed. And now it would be brought to death, by the hands of my own son.I bent down on the table in th

Author The war did not come to an end with a bang, but a silence. It was a week since the last scream had passed over the Lannister lands. And the air which was once filled with the smell of smoke and iron now was filled with the light smell of wet soil and ash after rain. The sky had at last recalled how to be blue. The house, formerly the centre of a tradition of power and blood, emerged, but smaller, more quiet and lowered. Scaffolds were clambering on its half-shattered towers, labourers were slowly going about their business, and the noise of the hammers had taken the place of the cries of battle. The first wall to be rebuilt was the northern wall, which the Shadowborn had broken through. Not stone alone, but memory, every brick there was a name had fallen. There was a statue of Rain at the centre of the courtyard. It was not made of marble, but of glass which, though clear, was interwoven with bands of gold that throbbed slightly within itself, in the same way that her ve

AuthorTheir Boarding Academy dormitory was always silent when the lights went off.She was sitting on her bed cross legged and her notebook open with pages already filled with fine lines of cramped handwriting. She wrote when no one could see, when she had no light, when she could not stop her words sprawling across the page as she feared that they might fade away if she stopped.“Faith is only faking that there is a purpose in what is painful. Mother said the world punishes disobedience, but I believe it punishes everybody. Perhaps Rain was correct, we just survive because something wants us to.”The ink came a little into the paper fibres. Mina didn't notice. Her knuckles went pale and she pressed harder and the tip of the pen tore the page.Gina moaned and rolled in her bed on the other side of the room. Mina, she said, sleepily, and so softly but so heavily, annoyed. "Can you stop? It's past midnight."Mina didn't answer.She rarely did anymore.The room was small, with twin beds

AriaSome of the mornings were so silent sometimes that it was as though the house were not there, but the walls hung waiting until there was a crack.This morning was one of them. It was calm, as deep winter may be calm, cold and still, silent and heavy.And, in that silence I was thinking of the children.Mina and Gina laughing somewhere down a hallway, except they weren’t laughing anymore. They were off at the boarding academy, two years younger than Emory, trying their best to pretend everything was normal. Trying to move on. Trying to heal.And Emory… I pressed my hands against the counter, steadying myself. He had lost more than any child ever should. Rain had been his anchor. His grounding force. His mirror. His lover.When she died, when she ascended, or dissolved, or became whatever she had become, something in Emory broke. Or maybe something inside him simply returned to silence.They were all grieving in their own ways.But Mina and Gina, losing their mother was different.