Semua Bab ALPHA KAEL'S BREEDER : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Chapter 21Kael povSmoke claws at my throat, every breath thick with ash. Wolves flash in and out of the haze, enemy and ally blurring together until you have to trust your instincts or die. My claws are slick, my fur heavy with sweat and blood.I keep moving. Always moving.My shoulder burns where a claw tore into it earlier, but I push through it. There’s no room for weakness. Not when the enemy is still pushing toward the heart of the courtyard.I rip through the last wolf in front of me and turn, searching for the next target,when movement at the edge of the chaos catches my eye.Bare feet,loose clothes, hair wild from running. It's Aria.For a second, my mind blanks. It doesn’t make sense. She should be locked in her room, sulking or glaring at me or both, not standing in the middle of the godsdamn battlefield like she’s looking for a fight she doesn’t know how to win.I swear, the blood in my veins goes cold.“What the hell are you doing here?” The words are a growl in my head

I left venessa at the hospital and walked lonely into the pack building, it was silent, but there’s still the low murmur of voices somewhere on the lower floor, the creak of boards as people move around. I take the stairs two at a time, my boots barely whispering against the worn wood. Kael’s still in the clinic. Vanessa’s probably pacing the corridors trying to figure out how to crawl her way back into his good graces. Which means I have the advantage. I needed to check aria's room. I reached her room door and noticed it isn’t locked. That’s my first mistake, I expected at least a little resistance, some barrier to make me feel like I was breaking into enemy territory. Instead, the handle turns easily, the door swings open, and I’m inside.It smells faintly of her, something clean but warm, like wildflowers left out in the sun. I wrinkle my nose.The room is neat, Bed was still arranged, Desk clear except for a closed journal and a single pen. No stray clothes, no clutter, no sign

Chapter 25Aria POVI lay propped against the headboard, the sheets cool beneath me, the pillows stacked high enough to keep my body upright. My muscles ached with the kind of exhaustion that seeped bone-deep, but my mind refused to rest. The maids had helped me bathe, changed me into a soft gown, brushed my hair with careful strokes like I might shatter if they pressed too hard. Then they’d left, leaving behind a tray of soup untouched on the table, a glass of water, and the faint scent of lavender they’d tucked into the linen.But none of it settled the storm inside me.The door opened without a knock. I lifted my head, and my chest tightened when Kael stepped through.He paused in the doorway, his tall frame dark against the hall’s glow. For a long breath, he didn’t move. His eyes found me on the bed, and something shifted in his face, not the stern Alpha, not the sharp commander. Just a man staring at someone he wasn’t sure how to approach.He finally crossed the room, his stride

Chapter 27Kael POVThe sound of her body hitting the floor wasn’t something a man could mistake.It was a sound that would brand itself into my skull, echoing long after the room went silent again.I froze halfway down the corridor, my throat going dry as I saw her sprawled at the bottom of the stairs, blood blooming across her temple like a cruel mark.“Aria!” The word tore out of me, raw, cracked. My boots hammered against the wood, faster, harder, until I was at her side, dropping to my knees before my brain could even catch up with my body. Her chest rose, shallow and stuttering, but her eyes… gods, her eyes were closed.I pressed trembling hands beneath her head and waist, lifting her against me. Blood slicked warm over my fingers, her hair matted with it, her lips parted but lifeless.“No, no, no….” The words fell out broken, useless. I brushed my thumb over her cheek, my vision swimming. “Don’t you dare leave me, not like this. Not you.”I looked up to the staircase as I hear

Chapter 29 Kael POVThe echoes of the maid’s screams lingered with me long after the doors to the feeding chamber had closed.I moved through the pack house like a specter, my boots leaving a trail of mud and blood on the polished floors. Pack members recoiled against the walls as I walked by, their gazes averted. None dared to breathe too loudly. They could sense it on me—the fury, the madness tightening with each step.I didn’t pause until I arrived at my study.The door creaked open, and I flicked on the light. Warm yellow light flooded the room, spilling over the shelves, the maps, and the scattered ledgers of my reign. For a brief moment, everything appeared unchanged. As if Aria hadn’t come so close to dying in my arms that night.My throat tightened.I moved to the shelves, scanning the spines without truly seeing them—until my hand halted over one. Her book.I recalled it vividly: the first time I had brought her into this study, when I had viewed her merely as a breeder to c