Semua Bab Sold to the Alpha King: Bab 11 - Bab 20

A thunderous crash shook the fortress walls, followed by a surge of footsteps and steel clashing in the corridor. Shattered wood and flying debris filled the entryway as the main gate collapsed under the conspirators’ assault. Warriors shouted, struggling to form a defensive line. The tang of fear mingled with the metallic scent of blood.Alara stood shoulder to shoulder with Ezra. Her heart raced, and a tingling current of power hummed in her veins. She could sense the raw hostility of the intruders as they poured through the breach. In any other moment, the sheer numbers would have stunned her. Now, guided by Asena’s calm presence, she summoned her magic, determined to protect the fortress that had come to feel like home.Ezra’s voice rose above the din. “Hold the line. Damien, cover the left flank. Lucas, secure the corridor behind us. Don’t let them spread out.”Damien shouted orders to a cluster of warriors, while Lucas barked instructions to another squad. Alara inhaled shakily

Alara walked through the corridor in a hush of early morning light, still half-disbelieving that calm had returned so soon to the fortress. Merely days before, these same halls had been filled with battle cries, footsteps thundering across broken stones, and the acrid scent of smoke and blood. Now, the air smelled of fresh mortar and cleaning soaps, and servants moved gingerly with brooms and planks, repairing doors and sweeping debris. She paused near a stretch of wall scorched from the fires, her gaze lingering on the black streaks. It felt surreal to remember the carnage that had raged here.She offered a tired but genuine smile as a young warrior passed by, his arm heavily bandaged. He tried to bow awkwardly, nearly dropping the stack of sandbags he carried. Before, many had avoided meeting her eyes, unsure what to make of the Alpha’s new mate—and a mage at that. Now, she felt a swell of acceptance in their gazes, a raw, honest gratitude that comforted her. The warrior nodded to h

Alara stood at the window of her chamber, gazing over the fortress courtyard in the delicate light of early morning. Only a few days had passed since she and Ezra had completed their Mate Marking ceremony, yet it felt as though her entire world had changed. Even now, she sensed the faintest touch of his presence, his mood flickering at the edges of her thoughts. She drew in a quiet breath, surprised again at the palpable pull that radiated through the new bond linking them. It was as if some invisible current tethered her heart to his, strong enough to set her pulse racing whenever she merely thought of him.She brushed her hand over the windowsill. The courtyard below was slowly returning to its routine. Warriors trained in small groups, swords glinting in the sun. Beyond them, servants bustled about, distributing fresh water, carrying supplies, and repairing damage still visible from the recent attacks. Alara could see a few Elders conferring with one another, no doubt discussing th

Alara stood by the fortress’s inner courtyard, taking in the early morning hush. A shaft of pale sunlight fell across the worn stones, highlighting the lingering scorch marks from past battles. She held a small earthen jug in her hands, determined to bring it to the infirmary. The fortress had been unusually calm the last few days, which allowed her to settle more deeply into her new role: mate to Ezra, student of magic, and fresh leader within the pack. She drew in a breath, reminding herself that each day was a new chance to prove she belonged here, and to learn control over the powers that pulsed within her chest.She tucked the jug under one arm and began walking, her thoughts drifting. After the momentous events of the past weeks—her Mate Marking with Ezra, standing by his side in confrontations, and experiencing true intimacy for the first time—she sometimes felt like she was living someone else’s story. Yet the sensations in her body told her it was real. She could still taste

Alara urged her horse into a steady canter as the fortress walls rose on the horizon. The sight of those stone ramparts brought her a rush of relief, yet tension clung to her shoulders. She rode at the head of the returning supply party, Damien and Lucas flanking her on either side. The wagons behind them creaked under their loads of lumber, medicinal herbs, and other goods they had traded for at a nearby settlement. The journey had been successful in practical terms—yet the sense of dread she had felt earlier lingered.They approached the main gate, the late afternoon sunlight casting the stones in a golden glow. Alara spotted warriors and servants waiting to greet them, but her gaze immediately flicked to the figure standing near the center of the courtyard. Even at a distance, she recognized Ezra’s broad shoulders, his long dark hair stirring in the breeze, accented by the silver patch that spoke of his newfound power. He stood tall, watching the returning group with unmistakable c