Todos os capítulos de Fated to the Blind Alpha M/M Romance: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

"I am here to save your life!" Gavin insisted, his tone rising with desperate emotion. "Facing the Alpha King in a duel to the death on the High Summit? Elias, that is suicide! The King has held the crown for years he is a battle-hardened Lycan warrior! Even with your wolf awakened and your sight restored in wolf form, you are walking into an execution!" Gavin gestured toward the door. "Cancel the challenge, Elias. Choose one of the Luna candidates from the selection. Take your rightful place as Alpha Lord of the Northern territories, lead our pack as you were born to do, and let the council deal with the Null!" Elias turned slowly. His newly restored golden eyes narrowed into slits of pure, unyielding steel as he stared directly at the direction of his Beta's voice. "Choose a Luna?" Elias asked, his voice dangerously quiet. "Spend the rest of my life sitting on a throne, pretending my soul isn't bound to the boy lying on that bed? Do you honestly think a crown means anything to

The thunder of ceremonial war drums echoed off the ancient granite amphitheater of the High Summit Grounds, vibrating through the cold mountain morning. High above the stone pit, hundreds of regional Alphas, Betas, and elders gathered along the tiered benches, their heavy gazes locked onto the center of the ring. In the middle of the arena, the High Council elders had drawn a twenty-foot circle in crushed white silver chalk. At the eastern archway stood Alpha King, clad in gold-trimmed leather armor, a heavy silver broadsword slung across his back. His dark eyes glinted with arrogant amusement, his aura oppressive and suffocating. At the western archway, Elias stepped into the light. He wore only simple black trousers, his broad chest bare, scars running down his golden skin. In his human form, his eyes remained sightless and milky pale, navigating the arena purely by scent, sound, and the primal vibrations of the earth. At the edge of the royal dais, Lord Blackwood...Elias's f

The silence that clung to the High Summit Grounds was not the quiet of peace, but the suffocating stillness of absolute terror. Fifty royal archers remained pressed face-down against the cracked granite floor, their bows discarded in the dust. Beta Verrin lay crumpled forty feet away in the crater of shattered masonry where he had been hurled, groaning through broken ribs. High Council elders, regional Alphas, and even Lord Blackwood himself were pinned to their knees, their limbs paralyzed by the lingering, divine weight of the Royal Silver Wolf’s command.In the center of the twenty-foot sacred silver chalk ring, the colossal Blood Moon wolf lay collapsed on his side. His midnight-black fur, once radiating an unyielding aura of pure sovereign power, was rapidly staining crimson. Thick, dark blood pooled beneath his ribs, pouring from the jagged tear left by the black dragon-glass dagger.Beside the fallen beast, Lady Alora...the Eastern female Alpha...rose slowly to her feet. Blood t

The blinding silver beam of the Beacon of Starlight had finally faded from the high rafters of the master bedchamber, leaving behind a quiet dusting of glowing moon-ash that settled over the stone floor. The ancient runes traced around Elias’s grand bed flickered with a faint, pulse-like light, holding the spiritual frequency open across the continent. Jace collapsed onto his knees beside the bed, his lungs burning and his body trembling from the immense physical drain of channeling the celestial signal. Sweat slicked his silver-grey hair, and his hands shook violently as he reached out to press his palm against Elias’s massive black wolf form. Suddenly, Jace gasped, pulling his hand back as if he had touched jagged ice. "Rina..." Jace whispered, his voice cracking with a sudden, suffocating panic. "Rina, come here. Touch him." Gavin came close enough, trying to process what was happening. Rina, who was carefully gathering the leftover silver ash into a velvet pouch, hurried to t

The air in the master bedchamber had grown thick with the heavy, suffocating scent of ozone, damp stone, and decaying spirit. Beside the grand velvet bed, Jace remained motionless on his knees. His forehead rested against the coarse, matted black fur of Elias’s snout. Elias’s colossal Blood Moon wolf form lay unnaturally still, his breathing reduced to a shallow, erratic hitch that rattled deep within his massive chest.Jace’s eyes were swollen, raw, and bloodshot, the skin around his cheekbones stained with dried salt. He hadn't slept in nearly three days,not since the blood-soaked arena, not since the dragon-glass blade sank into Elias’s ribs, and certainly not since he had returned from the hollow darkness of the astral void with nothing but fading memories in his hands. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Elias’s golden eyes dimming into ash.A soft, hesitant knock echoed against the heavy oak door.Beta Gavin, standing near the balcony window with his jaw tightly set and his han