Semua Bab The Alpha King's Forbidden Mate: Bab 41 - Bab 50

The forest was too quiet.Serena moved through the shadows like smoke, her senses prickling with tension. She was no longer the girl who flinched at snapping twigs or trembling under a blood moon. She was Alpha-born, touched by fate, carved by loss—and sharpened by love and war.Behind her, Elias stalked with silent purpose. His eyes flicked around, assessing every rustle, every scent in the wind.They were hunting, but also hunted.“I don’t like this silence,” Elias muttered, keeping pace beside her. “It’s too clean. Like something’s sweeping behind us.”“They want us to walk into a trap,” Serena said, eyes narrowed. “That’s exactly why we won’t.”They stopped at the clearing. From here, the valley below sprawled wide, lit only by the faint glow of torches from scattered Council patrols. Serena’s sharp eyes traced the movements—slow, methodical. They were circling, sweeping in from the south, blocking off potential escape routes.“We’re surrounded,” Elias confirmed grimly. “They’ll b

The clearing was quiet, save for the rustling of leaves in the wind and the steady beat of Serena’s heart. The golden light of dusk filtered through the canopy above, dappling her bare arms in amber and shadow as she stalked forward, needing distance—needing to breathe.But footsteps followed. Firm. Heavy. Elias.“Don’t,” she warned without turning, her voice tighter than she intended.He didn’t answer right away. The tension between them was electric, taut as a bowstring pulled to its limit.“I told you he wasn’t to be trusted,” Elias finally said, his voice like gravel, dark and restrained. “And still, you let him get into your head.”She turned on him, her hair whipping behind her. “Because he’s part of my past, Elias. Whether I want him to be or not. I needed answers!”“And did you get them?” he growled, stepping closer. “Did you get anything other than confusion and pain?”She opened her mouth, then closed it. “I don’t know,” she admitted quietly.He stopped, just feet away, his

The moonlight spilled across the stone floor of the underground chamber, casting shifting shadows as Serena and Elias stood surrounded by ancient markings. The scent of smoldering ash mixed with damp earth, and the air vibrated with a magic too old for words.Serena's fingers curled tightly around Elias’s, their skin still warm from the rune he had etched onto her hand. The symbol glowed faintly, not just ink but energy—alive and pulsing in rhythm with her heartbeat. A bond had formed in that ritual chamber, one that went beyond spellwork. She could feel him now—in her blood, in her bones.“This place feels like it’s breathing,” she murmured, her voice caught between awe and unease. Every step forward made her feel like she was sinking deeper into something both sacred and dangerous.“It is,” Elias replied, voice low. “The Binding Path was built by the ancients to house the raw magic of our kind. It wakes only for someone with royal blood.”Serena turned to him, disbelief etched into

The wind at the mountain’s base was a wild thing, biting and untamed.Serena pulled her coat tighter around her shoulders, the flames within her doing little to shield her from the external cold. Snow crunched underfoot as she and Elias made their way up the shadowed trail winding toward the Coldfang Fortress.It had been two days since they left the ruins. Two days of near-constant movement, running through moonlit forests, sleeping in caves cloaked in illusion, and fighting off the creeping presence of dark creatures whose forms grew more twisted the closer they got to the Veiled Alpha's awakening.But none of that shook Serena like the look Elias gave her now and then when he thought she wasn’t watching.It was more than admiration.It was fear.Not of her—but for her.“You’re quiet,” Elias said, breaking the silence.“I’m thinking,” she replied.“Dangerous pastime.”She smiled faintly but didn’t look at him. “You’re wondering if I’m losing control.”His footsteps slowed slightly.

The sound of the warning horns tore through the fortress like a wail from the underworld. Serena jolted upright where she stood near the battlement, the chill wind whipping strands of her hair loose from the braid she'd tied that morning.Across the valley, black shapes emerged from the mist—moving fast, furious, and many.“Shades,” Rylan muttered, squinting through the gloom. “But this... this is more than before.”King Theron stood beside him, the tension in his jaw a silent drumbeat. His eyes, that stormy steel grey, remained fixed on the oncoming tide. “Too early. They weren't supposed to strike again for at least another week.”“They changed tactics,” Serena said. “They’re adapting.”And then she felt it.That cold pulse.The strange, familiar pull tugging at the back of her mind like a forgotten memory scratching at the surface. Her hand instinctively went to the mark etched into her shoulder—hidden beneath layers of fabric, but pulsing, alive.“They’re here for me.”Rylan turne