Semua Bab THE ALPHA TRIALS: Bab 31 - Bab 40

1. March of the MarkedThe Isle of Ashes vanished behind them, veiled in protective mist and blood-forged sigils.Ava led the army across the mainland, riding at the front on a black warhorse cloaked in enchanted armor. Her Shadow Crown floated just above her head, glowing softly with stormlight.Behind her trailed a force the world had not seen in centuries:A thousand witches of the Exiled Circle, their power humming through the earth.The four alpha heirs, each bearing their own squad of elite warriors.Recruited rogues from the old packs, rebel wolves, outcast seers, spell-forged mercenaries.They were no longer remnants.They were an uprising.“The Council will never see us coming,” Jax muttered beside her.“That’s the point,” Ava said.But Rowan rode on her other side, eyes fixed ahead.“Unless Kael warns them.”2. The Capital’s Hidden RotFar ahead, the Silver Spire of the Lycan Capital pierced the skyline.But beneath its polished streets, darkness stirred.Deep in the old dun

1. The Morning After VictoryThe sun rose over the Lycan Capital, touching everything with gold. Rubble still littered the streets, but for the first time in centuries, peace hung in the air.Ava stood at the edge of the rebuilt spire, barefoot, wind tugging at her hair.No armor. No weapons.Just herself.Her fingers brushed the silver-threaded circlet now resting on her brow—not a crown, but a quiet symbol. Chosen by the people. Not declared.Below, witches restored broken buildings with magic. Wolves offered their strength freely. Humans wandered the streets without fear.And yet...“Why do I still feel like the war hasn’t ended?” she murmured.2. Rowan’s Quiet ConfessionShe turned to find Rowan behind her, leaning against the archway, arms crossed.“I know that look,” he said softly.“What look?”“The one that says you won the war but lost a piece of your soul doing it.”Ava offered a ghost of a smile. “You know me too well.”Rowan approached, hesitant but warm. “No. I’m still le

1. The Blood MirrorThe chamber fell silent as the figure stepped from the shadows.Her skin was pale as moonstone, eyes sharp and silver—an exact mirror of Ava’s.But colder. Sharper. Older somehow, though she looked the same.“I’m not your enemy,” the woman said. “I’m your beginning.”Ava’s voice cracked. “Who are you?”“I’m the part of you Selene tried to erase. The half she feared.”Rowan stepped forward, bristling. “This is impossible.”The Oracle said nothing.Because she knew.Because she had seen her in every version of fate.The twin Ava was never meant to meet.“My name,” she said, “is Eris.”2. A Sister Stolen by MagicMareth retrieved an ancient scroll from the Hall of Seers—a prophecy burned and rewritten so many times its ink bled into itself.It revealed the truth.Selene had not given birth to one child. She had given birth to two.Twins.Born of moonlight and forbidden shadow.But the Oracle at the time had seen only one throne.Only one destiny.To protect Ava’s clai

1. The Whispered DecreeAva barely slept.When she rose at dawn, the sky was painted in unnatural hues—soft violet and gray, as if the world itself held its breath.The Oracle stood at the balcony, holding a scroll etched in moon-blood.“The next trial has begun,” she whispered.“But it’s not yours.”Ava stepped forward. “Elya?”The Oracle nodded. “The child born of fractured time must be tested. If she passes, she lives. If she fails…”Her voice broke.“She ceases. Not just here. But everywhere.”2. Elya’s AwakeningElya sat in the war chamber, swinging her feet from a high chair, her eyes distant. Magic shimmered in the air around her—unstable, shifting through colors no one could name.Kael crouched beside her.“You okay, starlight?”Elya looked up. “Why do people keep looking at me like I’m going to explode?”“Because you are,” Kael said gently. “But not the way they fear.”She blinked. “Then how?”“You’re going to change everything.”Ava entered the room just in time to see her d

The arena had never been this quiet.Ava stood at the center, her heart thundering like a war drum inside her chest. Her eyes scanned the high stone walls surrounding her, where the Council and audience watched in utter silence, waiting for her decision. The trial before her wasn’t physical—it was political, psychological, and deadly.Alpha Daemon stood on her left, arms crossed, power simmering beneath his skin like lightning ready to strike. To her right, Alpha Rhys leaned against a stone pillar, the ever-present smirk wiped clean from his face. His eyes were on her—not challenging, not mocking—but quietly bracing for a storm.And behind them, hidden in the shadows just beyond the trial ring, Alpha Kellan watched. He hadn’t entered the arena. Not officially. Not yet.But his scent was here.Ava clenched her fists, the mark on her wrist burning hotter than ever. The Blood Moon mark. The one thing that tethered her to this madness, to these Alphas. To fate.“This trial is unlike any b