Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed by the Midnight Alpha: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Chapter 22: Peaks were a graveyard of black stone and fading crimson light, the air thick with the stench of ash and blood.Aria clung to Kael, her hands trembling as she traced the faint crimson mark now etched on his chest.The Blood Oath’s power pulsed between them, a dark thread weaving their bond tighter but heavier. The pack Lyra, Torin, and a handful of surviving warriors stood in a tight circle, their fur matted with blood, their eyes haunted but defiant.The rift was sealed, the Shadow Sovereign gone, but the Daughter of the Iceborn’s final words echoed in Aria’s mind: The Crimson Sovereign will rise.A low growl rumbled from the peaks. Aria’s head snapped up, her claws extending instinctively. The crimson glow in her hands flickered, weaker than before, but alive.Kael’s eyes, now flecked with crimson, locked on hers, his bond a steady pulse in her chest. “They’re coming,” he said, his voice rough.Before Aria could respond, the ground split, crimson light erupting like

Chapter 24: Crimson light tore through the Bloodhowl camp, the ground shaking as a new rift cracked open like a scream. Aria leaped to her feet, her claws glowing faintly with the Blood Oath’s cursed power, her heart pounding. Kael stood beside her, his crimson mark pulsing on his chest, his black wolf form tense and ready. Lyra gripped her bow, her silver hair whipping in the wind, while Torin growled, his scarred fur bristling. The pack’s warriors rallied, clawing out, but fear hung heavy in the air. The Daughter’s voice echoed in Aria’s mind: His blood will free the Abyss.“Stay close!” Aria shouted, her voice sharp. The crimson glow swallowed the moon, casting the camp in a blood-red haze. Her bond with Kael pulsed, his strength anchoring her, but the Oath’s whisper clawed at her: His blood or yours.Shadows surged from the rift, forming wolves with fur like burning blood, their eyes glowing with hunger. At their head stood the Daughter of the Iceborn, her silver fur glint

Chapter 26:The Midnight Pack’s stronghold pulsed with tension, the air thick with the scent of blood and ash. Aria stood on the balcony of Kael’s stone-walled chamber, her claws flexing, her heart a storm of rage and resolve. The crimson rift was gone, the Moon Goddess’s shadow defeated, but the cost was heavy Kael’s life hung by a thread, his crimson mark faded but his breathing shallow. Below, the pack licked its wounds, Lyra tending to the injured, Torin’s scarred form guarding the gates. The Daughter’s final taunt echoed in Aria’s mind: The Abyss waits. Now, a new threat loomed a summons from the Alpha King, tied to Aria’s forgotten bloodline.A sharp knock jolted her. Lyra burst in, her silver hair wild, her eyes wide. “Aria! A royal envoy’s here. They demand you and Kael at the Alpha King’s court now.”Aria’s stomach twisted. “Kael’s barely alive. He can’t travel.”Lyra’s jaw tightened. “They don’t care. They say it’s about your bloodline. Something big.”Aria’s claws

Chapter 28: The underground chamber of the Alpha King’s court trembled, crimson light exploding from the crack in the floor. Aria gripped Kael’s hand, her claws flaring with the faint, cursed glow of the Blood Oath. His chest was slick with blood, his crimson mark gone, but his bond pulsed weakly in her heart. Lyra stood ready, dagger in hand, her silver hair matted with sweat. Torin growled, his scarred body tense, blood dripping from his wounds. The pack’s stronghold was miles away, and the man claiming to be Aria’s father stood before them, his crimson eyes burning, his presence a suffocating force. The Daughter’s laughter echoed in the shadows, her taunt chilling: You woke something worse.“Stay back!” Aria roared, her claws blazing crimson, the Goddess’s power surging in her veins. Her father was impossible, alive, smiled, his fur rippling like liquid shadow, his claws glinting with dark energy.“You’ve grown, Aria,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “But you’re still min

Chapter 30: The crimson rift screamed in the Alpha King’s underground chamber, its light swallowing the air in a blood-red haze. Aria stood defiant, her silver claws glowing with the power of her bloodline, her body trembling from blood loss and venom. Kael leaned against her, his chest heaving, blood dripping from his wounds, their bond a faint spark in her heart. Lyra gripped her dagger, her silver hair streaked with blood, her arm shaking. Torin growled, his scarred fur matted, his claws scraping the stone despite his faltering strength. Zane, Aria’s former mate, stood before the rift, his crimson eyes blazing, a new shard in his hand pulsing with the Abyss’s hunger. But the woman who emerged from the rift stole the breath from the room, her fur black as void, her eyes glowing crimson, her presence a crushing force. Her voice was a whisper of death: You woke me.“Who are you?” Aria demanded, her silver claws flaring, her heart pounding. The chamber shook, stone cracking un