All Chapters of The Spy and the Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Silas’ POVHe hadn’t expected the stares to feel like knives.The Red Moon Pack had lined the war chamber before dawn. Warriors. Elders. Betas. Omegas. They stood shoulder to shoulder in a wide circle, stone-faced and silent. And at the center… Him.No chains.No threats.But no welcome either.Ethan stood beside him, shoulders squared, jaw tight.He hadn’t spoken a word since they returned.This was tradition.Let the pack see the truth.Let them judge it for themselves.The problem was, Silas could feel it alreadyThey had already judged.A voice cut through the tension."That’s him?"Nina.She stepped from the side corridor like a storm. Her curls were pinned high, red lipstick sharp enough to bleed. But her eyesThey burned with hatred.“I heard you dragged him back half-dead,” she said, walking straight up to Ethan. “And now what? We’re supposed to pretend he’s not a spy?”A ripple of murmurs broke through the crowd.Silas stiffened.Ethan’s voice was low. “He’s Crescent-born. Ye

Ethan’s POVHe didn’t knock.He kicked the door in.Nina’s quarters had always smelled of rose oil and ambition. But tonight, all Ethan smelled was deception.She didn’t even flinch. Just looked up from her mirror, hair coiled like a crown, lips already painted red.“I was wondering when you'd come.”“Drop the act,” Ethan growled.Her reflection smirked. “What act?”He held up the empty vial Arden had retrieved from the trash outside the healer’s wing.The scent on it voidroot. Forbidden. Deadly to wolves with Luna bonds.Nina's smile faded for just a second.Then she stood, brushing her fingers over her collarbone like she was dusting off a memory.“You love him.”It wasn’t a question.Ethan’s voice dropped. “More than I’ve ever hated you.”Nina’s eyes flashed. “Then you’ll understand what it’s like to give everything… everything… to someone who doesn’t even look back.”“You never loved me,” he said. “You loved the idea of being Luna.”Nina stepped closer. “And you loved the idea of

Silas’s POVThe fever was gone.But something worse had taken its place.He sat up in Ethan’s bed sweat-soaked sheets tangled around him staring at the mark that now curled just below his collarbone.A black crescent, edged with flame-like scars.Not ink. Not burn.A prophecy mark.It hadn’t been there before the bond fractured and reforged. And it wasn’t a Crescent Moon symbol.It was older.Deeper.Like something the moon itself carved into him.Ethan stepped out of the adjoining washroom, his shirt half-buttoned and eyes half-wild.“You’re awake.”Silas looked up. “Yeah. Barely.”Ethan crossed to him, cupped the back of his neck, and leaned his forehead against Silas’s.Their bond buzzed between them restored, but different. Wilder. Hungrier. Almost… feral.“I thought I lost you,” Ethan whispered.“You did,” Silas murmured. “But I found my way back.”Then he pulled Ethan’s hand toward his chest.“Look.”Ethan’s fingers brushed the markand flinched.He pulled back like he’d touched

Ethan’s POVHe didn’t hesitate.The moment Tiberius accused Silas, Ethan movednot as an Alpha, but as a mate.He shoved aside the Crescent envoy blocking his path and stepped between Silas and the room’s rising heat.“You accuse my Luna in my house,” he growled, voice low but lethal. “You better have more than theatrics and poison ink to back it up.”Tiberius sneered. “You’ve blinded yourself with love, Alpha. He was Crescent’s spy once who's to say he hasn’t slipped again?”Arden’s blade gleamed beside Ethan’s.“You forget,” Arden said coldly, “that this ‘spy’ bled to save your peace.”The room held its breath.And then Silas spoke.Silas’s POV“I won’t apologize,” he said, voice clear. “Not for who I am. Not for where I came from.”He stepped forward, past Ethan’s arm.“But if anyone wants to test whether I’m still a spy… come try me. I dare you.”The silence that followed was electric. Dangerous.Silas locked eyes with Marcus across the room.And for the first time since childhood

Silas’s POV – Crescent RuinsIt happened fast.One heartbeat they were alone, just Ethan, the ashes, and the broken crest in Silas’s hand.The nextArrows.Three rained down from the treetops, sinking into the stone beside them. Ethan pulled Silas back just in time.“Loyalists,” Ethan hissed. “They were waiting.”No time to shift.No time to run.Just instinct.Silas slammed his palm against a hidden release under the altarone his father had shown him as a boy. The floor split open beneath them.And they fell.Elder Myra’s POV – SurfaceThe loyalists surrounded the ruin. No Silas. No Ethan.But the scroll lay perfectly placed atop the altar.One soldier picked it up.His hands trembled as he read it.“Signed in Red Moon blood,” he said. “An execution order.”Another cursed. “He came to kill his mate…”And just like thatThe pack was set aflame.Ethan’s POV – UndergroundHe hit the ground first, back slamming against dirt and bone.Silas landed beside him with a grunt.They were inside