Semua Bab THE ALPHA TRIALS: Bab 61 - Bab 70

—AVA—The sky bled pink as dawn broke over the rebel valley.Smoke from the ridge still lingered. Cassian’s injuries were healing. Lucien sharpened blades with silent intensity. Darius hadn’t left Ava’s side since Moonspire.And Ava?She stood at the head of the gathering ground—not as a candidate, not as a prize.But as the woman who would end the Trials.She wore black.No jewels. No crown.Just the dagger of the First Queen at her hip.And a new sigil burned into the air behind her: a broken moon, encircled by flame.—THE CALL TO THE FORGOTTENWolves poured in from the wildlands.Runts cast out by their packs. Females scarred by alpha bonds. Rogues who’d survived the Ferals. Even former Bloodline warriors who had once sworn loyalty to the Council now knelt at her feet.Selene stood behind her, pride glowing like a second sun.“Speak,” she whispered. “Claim what is yours.”Ava stepped forward.“I am Ava Pierce,” she said. “Daughter of Selene. Blood of the First Queen. Marked by the

—THE EASTERN FLAMEThe first signs came in smoke.Villages once loyal to Ava were burning. Her sigil—the flaming crescent moon—was scorched into trees, twisted, inverted. Not a symbol of freedom… but fear.Selene stood over the latest scout report, jaw clenched.“They say she wears your face,” Selene said.Ava stared at the parchment.“She’s recruiting in my name. Turning my promise into a threat.”Cassian spat. “Coward’s trick.”Lucien added, “Or strategic. Confuse the people. Divide the packs. Drown Ava’s truth in another flame.”Darius’s voice was dark.“Who the hell is she?”—THE PRISONER SPEAKSThey captured one of the false rebels—young, barely shifted. Eyes wide with terror.Lucien dragged him into the tent, dropped him at Ava’s feet.“She said the real Ava Pierce died in the Moonspire,” he stammered. “She calls herself The True Flame.”Selene hissed. “Blasphemy.”Ava crouched low, her voice calm but cutting.“Who is she?”The boy swallowed hard.“Her name is Raven. Raven Pierc

—AVA—She didn’t tell anyone she was leaving.No war horns. No strategy meeting.Just one blade at her side and the mark of the flame on her spine.She left a note in Darius’s tent, one word scrawled in her handwriting:Trust me.And by the time the moon touched the valley, Ava was gone—headed for the northern ruins where Raven’s signal fires burned through the dark like a challenge.—THE TWIN’S LAIRThe ruins were silent.Stone temples cracked by magic. Statues of the Old Gods shattered. A single throne of iron scrap sat beneath the night sky—Raven’s.She stood waiting, cloaked in black.“Hello, sister.”Ava stepped out from the shadows.“I didn’t come for war.”Raven tilted her head. “But you brought your knife.”Ava’s jaw clenched. “I came for a deal.”—THE BARGAINRaven circled her slowly, like a predator toying with prey.“You want to save your little army,” she purred. “Your perfect mates. Your fairy tale ending.”Ava didn’t flinch. “I want to stop this before more wolves die.”

—AVA—The air had never felt this still.Even with the fires still smoking from Raven’s fall, and the fortress in ruins, there was a strange calm Ava had never known.A calm that felt borrowed.Stolen from a higher force.She stood alone atop the broken spire, wrapped in golden flame. Below, her people knelt—not as rebels, not as outcasts—but as citizens of a new reign.The Sovereign Flame had risen.But in the skies above… something shifted.A second moon appeared.Blood-red.Watching.Waiting.—THE CROWNINGThey rebuilt the ancient temple from the rubble.It wasn’t regal. It wasn’t perfect.But it was theirs.Selene placed the ceremonial mantle over Ava’s shoulders. Her mates—Cassian, Lucien, and Darius—stood at her back, silent sentinels.Orion lifted the flame dagger and held it to the sky.“By blood, by fire, by fate,” he declared, “we crown Ava Pierce as the Sovereign Flame of the Broken Moon.”Wolves howled. The earth shook.And for one beautiful moment…Ava believed it was ove

—AVA—She stood in the circle of stone once more.Bruised. Burned. But breathing.And then—Oryn appeared again, the starlight around him dimmer now. Colder.“You have passed regret.Now face the realm where many queens fall.”“Desire will test not your strength... but your loyalty.”Ava narrowed her eyes.“Loyalty to who?”“To yourself,” Oryn said. “Or to the ones you love.”The world shattered again—And Ava was pulled into the fire.—THE FIRST ILLUSION: DARIUSShe blinked and found herself in a moonlit forest—soft grass, glowing flowers, the hum of distant water.Darius stood beneath a tree, shirtless, golden-eyed, glowing like a god.But something was… different.He smiled, took her hand, and said—“Stay with me. Here.No gods. No Trials. No pain.”The temptation in his voice was honeyed, soothing.And for a moment, Ava believed it.But then he said:“You’ve already won. You don’t need them anymore—Cassian, Lucien. Just me.”She stepped back.“Darius would never say that.”He bega