Semua Bab Mated To The Scarred Alpha: Bab 141 - Bab 150

LUCIANThe journey back to the pack feels endless. The air is thick with loss and grief.When we finally get there, silence greets us instead of the usual howls or chatter. The half-burnt houses are still a sight for sore eyes. Charred wood and broken glass crunch under my boots as I walk through what used to be a haven. Every few steps, there’s a body. Pack warriors, even elders who should’ve been far away from the frontlines, all dead.Theron walks a few steps behind me, saying nothing. No one dares speak. The few survivors that remain bow their heads, out of heartbreak. I stop near what used to be the schoolhouse. The walls are blackened, and the roof’s half gone. The vague scent of blood and ash makes my throat tighten. “How many?” I ask quietly.One of the scouts answers. “We’re still counting, Alpha. Dozens, maybe more. The safe site was hit first.”My jaw tightens. “The safe site?”The scout nods, his eyes full of guilt. “They came through the forest. We thought the barriers w

LUCIANIt’s been three days since Theron and I visited Lilith. She’s recovering, but she’s getting there. Seeing her sit up, whispering a few words to Theron, it reminded me what we’re still fighting for. And what I’ve almost lost.But even with that small relief, my mind hasn’t rested. Every night I sit in my office staring at the maps, the reports, the battle sketches… and the same question keeps circling back, how do I find Kalen?We were boys when we used to sneak into the east woods, pretending to be warriors. Back then, we had this secret way of talking whenever we were grounded or kept apart. A message code, burned into tree bark. We’d scratch a certain symbol into the base of a tree, the reply would always come in the same spot a day later, carved on the same tree trunk.It was childish then. But it’s all I’ve got now.That’s how I end up riding alone to the edge of the Silent Pines at dawn. I dismount, claws out, and carve the old mark into the side of a thick oak, three clea

LUCIANBack at the pack, I spend most of the night sketching and erasing the same map on my desk. The ink’s already smudged, my fingers stained black. Every line and route leading to Orion ends the same way, too dangerous, exposed, and too risky.Still, I can’t stop. I trace the river bend where Kalen said the tunnels start, mark the old ruins that lead under the ridge. He said there’s an opening there, where Orion uses to move his supply carts. It’s small enough for one wolf to get through at a time. It’ll have to do.There’s a knock at the door.“Come in,” I call, not looking up.Theron steps in, shoulders squared, face tight like he already knows this won’t be a casual chat. “Heard you came back late last night,” he says. “You met him?”“Yeah,” I answer, setting the map down. “Kalen showed.”He raises a brow. “And?”“And he’s in. Although he’s walking a thin line, he’ll help us get Leah.”Theron crosses his arms. “You’re trusting him again after everything?”“I’m not trusting him,

LUCIAN The path curves sharply, slick with sea mist and broken stones. We’re almost at the end of the cliff route when Kalen suddenly stops. His ears twitch, and his nostrils flare.“Something’s wrong,” he says, his voice low.Before I can ask, a low growl echoes from ahead. Then another.Shapes start slipping out of the fog, dark, hulking figures with glowing black eyes.. Dozens of them.“The guard wolves are here,” Kalen mutters. “They must’ve followed the scent.”I hand Leah to him gently. “Hold her. Stay behind me.”“Lucian…”“Now!” I snap, my Alpha voice booming through the chaos. Fenrir moves immediately, taking over. Beside me, Kalen shifts too, his massive brown wolf standing beside me. For a second, it’s like we’re kids again, a lycan and a wolf against the world.The first black-eyed wolf lunges at me, and I meet it head-on, my claws slicing through its neck. Its blood sprays, hot. Another snaps at my flank, but I twist, grabbing it by the throat and crushing down.Kalen t

LUCIANIt’s been days since the battle, since Kalen’s death, since Orion and Caelum disappeared, and everything stopped. The world feels quieter now, but not in a peaceful way. The pack is still recovering. The healers’ quarters are packed with wounded warriors, the smell of herbs thick in the air. Every time I walk through the halls, I feel the weight of their eyes, respect, pity, guilt. It’s all the same.Leah’s sitting up in one of the rooms now. She’s still pale, but she’s stronger. Every day, her color comes back a little more. The healers keep saying her recovery is a miracle. I know it’s not. She’s survived worse.I, on the other hand, haven’t been so lucky. I sit on the edge of the cot while the healer dabs something cool along the left side of my face. She keeps her voice steady, but I can hear the tension underneath. “The burns… they’re not healing as expected, Alpha.”“Because it was dragon fire,” I say flatly, already knowing the answer. “Lycan regeneration can’t handle it