บททั้งหมดของ Claimed by the Midnight Alpha: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Chapter 42: The Midnight Pack rode under a sky choked with storm clouds, the moon flickering in and out like a dying flame.Aria clutched the saddle of her obsidian-furred mare, her heart pounding not from the speed of their journey but the unknown that waited ahead.The Oracle.A place even legends feared to speak of.Kael rode beside her, silent and tense. His eyes never left the road, but his aura burned with one single purpose: protect her at all costs.The forest grew darker as they descended into the Vale of Whispers, trees curving in unnatural ways, roots curling like claws over the path.Lucien muttered, “It smells…wrong here.”Aria nodded. “It’s like something’s watching us.”“It is,” Kael said grimly. “Everything watches in the Vale. Even the trees remember blood.”They dismounted in a clearing so silent even the wind seemed to hold its breath.A massive arch of stone and bone loomed ahead, carved with ancient runes that pulsed faintly in the dark. The Oracle’s Gate.Aria’s

Chapter 44: The air thickened with tension as Elandra stepped out of the shattered throne chamber, her silhouette outlined in ghostly violet fire. Her once-green eyes familiar and cunning now blazed with silver luminescence. The same eyes Aria had seen in the Sealed Alpha.But this wasn’t possession.This was evolution.“Elandra?” Aria whispered, staggering to her feet. “What have you done?”The former High Enchantress tilted her head, her voice no longer laced with venom but with a deep, otherworldly calm. “You banished his body, Aria. But power is true, ancient power never dies. It finds another vessel.”Kael moved in front of Aria, his body trembling from the earlier battle. “You let him in.”Elandra smiled. “He didn’t ask for permission. He just needed a fracture. A willing heart. A sliver of rage. And I had all three.”The obsidian walls trembled again, responding to her power. Behind them, the guardians once defeated now stirred, bones clicking, shadows reforming.Lucien gr

Chapter 46: The council chamber of the Midnight Pack had never felt colder.Aria stood at Kael’s side, her fingers still trembling from the vision she had seen through the bloodstone. The image of Kael’s supposed "true mate" smirking through the flames refused to leave her mind."That woman... she’s alive," Aria whispered, her voice hoarse.Kael’s jaw clenched. “No. It can’t be.”Elder Mirka’s eyes gleamed as she stepped forward. “If the bloodstone showed her, then it’s true. The dead never lie.”Aria turned toward her sharply. “And if she’s alive... that means the curse never needed me, right?” Her voice cracked at the end.Silence.Kael looked at her with a mixture of pain and guilt. “No. I don’t know what this means yet, but I know what I feel for you is real. I didn’t choose you just to survive, Aria. I need you.”But Aria pulled away. “Then why does it feel like fate is laughing at me?”Lucien stepped into the room, face pale. “We have a bigger problem. Scouts report that the

Chapter 48The howling wind outside the Midnight Pack’s borders wasn’t natural. It carried whispers of ancient ones chanting in a language Aria didn’t understand but her wolf did. Her heart thudded against her ribs as she stood at the edge of the border line, arms crossed, eyes narrowing at the fog rolling in from the woods.“They’re watching us,” she whispered.Kael stepped beside her, his scent grounding her. “Not watching. Waiting.”“For what?”He didn’t answer. His face was hard as stone, jaw clenched. Whatever was coming, he already knew it wouldn’t be good.Behind them, warriors moved through the camp, reinforcing barriers, sharpening weapons, whispering rumors of war. Since Kael's wound from Zane’s last ambush, the entire pack had been on edge.But it wasn’t just the coming war that stirred fear.It was her.Ever since she’d led the last battle and broken Kael’s curse, wolves looked at her with awe and suspicion. Some bowed. Others glared.And she could feel it. The power in

Chapter 50– The silence in the Midnight Pack’s war room was louder than a howl.Aria stood near the tall windows, moonlight brushing her cheek like a whisper. Her arms were crossed, jaw tight, eyes locked on the horizon as if she could see past the mountains. Past the pain. Past everything.Behind her, Kael didn’t move.He had been silent since they returned from the battlefield. The scent of blood and fire still clung to their clothes. His wound deep and angry across his ribs had stopped bleeding, but it throbbed with every breath.Still, the real pain wasn’t physical.It was her silence.“I told you the truth,” he finally said, voice rough.Aria didn’t turn around. “Not all of it.”Kael stepped closer, slowly, carefully, like a wolf approaching a wounded mate. “I told you I used you at first. That I needed you to survive. But I never meant for it to be like this.”“You marked me. Caged me. Lied to me,” she hissed. “And I still stayed.”She turned then, eyes flashing silver. “But