Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha King's Forbidden Mate: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

The ruins of the Black Throne Hall stood as a stark testament to all that had been lost—and all that had been reclaimed. Rubble crunched beneath Serena’s boots as she walked forward, the once-glorious obsidian pillars now cracked and crumbled, half-eaten by flames and magic. A bitter wind howled through the broken arches above, carrying the scent of scorched stone and blood.And there, at the base of the shattered dais, knelt Varyn.Chains of enchanted steel bound him at the wrists and ankles, humming softly with protective wards. Blood oozed from a cut at his temple, mixing with soot and ash that stained his once-golden robes. His face, once proud and cruel, was now hollow. Eyes sunken. Pale lips chapped. And yet, when he lifted his head to meet Serena’s gaze, a ghost of a smirk touched his mouth."You won," he rasped, voice like gravel. "I hope it was worth it."Serena didn’t flinch. Her cloak billowed behind her in the cold, her silver eyes sharp and unreadable.“I didn’t come for

The air was still heavy with the scent of blood and scorched earth as Serena walked beside Elias, her hand intertwined with his. They moved slowly through the woods, their footsteps crunching over fallen leaves, the moonlight their only guide. The adrenaline from the fight had faded, leaving behind a quiet exhaustion that settled into her bones.Serena glanced at him. His bare chest bore a long claw mark that still bled slightly, but he walked tall, unshaken.“You should rest,” she murmured. “You lost too much blood.”“I’ve had worse,” he said, echoing the same words from earlier. “And I wasn’t about to let him take another piece of you.”Her heart ached at the truth in his voice. Theron had taken too much already—her peace, her trust, her past. But he would not touch her future.Not anymore.As they reached the boundary of the Crescent Moon Pack’s territory, a figure stepped out from behind a tall pine.It was Rhea.She looked relieved, then worried, her gaze darting to Elias’s injur

The moonlight dappled the forest floor, fractured by thick, gnarled branches that reached like claws overhead. Serena crouched beside Elias and Theron near the ridge’s edge, her fingers tightening around the hilt of her blade. The air was too still—unnaturally so. Not even the crickets dared to sing.“There,” Theron whispered again, pointing toward a clearing below where faint impressions marred the mossy earth—light footprints, human-sized, but wrong. Too narrow. Too precise.Elias narrowed his eyes. “Not rogue. Too careful for that.”Serena touched the track with her fingers, then sniffed the air. Her wolf recoiled.“They smell like smoke... and blood. Faint, but it’s there.”Theron’s jaw tensed. “It’s one of the king’s shadows.”Elias straightened. “A scout?”“Or a message,” Theron muttered. “They’re not here to attack. They’re here to watch—and let us know they’re watching.”“Then let’s leave a message of our own,” Elias growled, his voice low, edged with something feral.But Sere

The journey back to the fortress was silent, the kind of silence born not from peace—but from exhaustion, from the weight of battle and the secrets left unsaid.Serena’s body ached with every step, dried blood crusted over wounds she hadn’t even realized she’d taken. Leila leaned against her, barely able to stay conscious, but alive.That was what mattered.Elias walked just ahead, his back straight but his stride slower than usual. She could sense his turmoil, even though his expression remained unreadable.They had won.But at what cost?As they reached the fortress gates, warriors poured out to meet them. Gasps rose when they saw Leila alive—bruised and bloodied but breathing. Serena handed her off to two healers who carried her into the infirmary. She stayed long enough to ensure Leila would recover, then stepped out into the courtyard again, where Elias waited.A crowd had formed. Whispered rumors passed like wildfire.“What happened in the catacombs?”“Did she really shift mid-b

The next morning, a heavy fog blanketed the fortress. It clung to the towers like a warning, thick and slow-moving, as if the air itself anticipated bloodshed.Serena stood on the eastern balcony, wrapped in her cloak, watching the gray mist roll over the forest beyond. Wyrmwood lay just past the hills, quiet and unknowable. Somewhere in that eerie silence, an enemy was moving—rogues, dark magic, unknown allies—and they were waiting for the perfect moment to strike.Footsteps approached behind her.Kai’s voice cut through the stillness. “We’ve mobilized two squads. One leaves tonight, the other at first light. Your orders?”Serena turned slowly. Her face bore the calm of leadership, but her eyes were restless.“We send Elias and a shadow team first. I want them in and out before sunrise. No confrontation unless absolutely necessary. The second group follows under Theron’s command to secure the area if it's clear—or fall back if it’s not.”Kai raised a brow. “You trust them to work tog