Semua Bab Alpha: Bab 11 - Bab 20

The dawn light crept slowly over the stronghold, but the peaceful glow did nothing to soothe the storm gathering behind Kael’s eyes.He stood on the balcony, shirtless, fists clenched, his golden gaze locked on the horizon.Behind him, Luna stirred beneath the sheets, her bare skin tangled in sweat-damp silk, her body still humming from the night before.She could feel his tension even before she opened her eyes.“What happened?” she asked softly.Kael didn’t turn. “A message arrived this morning.”Luna slipped out of bed, pulling on a robe as she crossed to him. “From who?”His jaw ticked. “The Alpha Council.”Her heart skipped. “They know?”“They do more than know.” He turned to face her, holding out the sealed scroll. “They’re demanding an audience. In three days.”Luna’s fingers trembled as she took the scroll. The wax was stamped with the ancient emblem of the High Council—an ouroboros wolf, devouring its own tail.“They’ll want answers,” she whispered.Kael nodded. “And blood. I

Luna’s dreams were jagged and restless.Whispers. Cold hands. Blood dripping from the edge of a silver blade.And a voice she hadn’t heard in years.“You always thought you were the special one.”She jolted awake, drenched in sweat, heart pounding in her chest like war drums. The room was quiet, Kael’s warm presence beside her a steady anchor.But the feeling lingered.Something was coming.Something… familiar.---By midday, it arrived.A scout burst into the war room, panting, eyes wide with disbelief.“She crossed the border unchallenged. No scent of aggression. No rogue status. She came willingly… and she asked for Luna.”Kael’s eyes narrowed. “Who?”The scout swallowed hard. “She said her name is Selene.”The blood drained from Luna’s face.She hadn’t heard that name in over ten years.Her half-sister.The one she thought was dead.---They met in the training field.Selene stood at the edge like she owned it—tall, striking, with skin like sun-warmed bronze and long obsidian hair

The storm hit just before midnight.Not wind. Not rain.But silence.A silence so thick and wrong it raised every hair on Luna’s body before she even opened her eyes.She sat up in bed instantly, her heart pounding, her mark glowing faintly beneath her skin.Kael was already dressed, standing at the window. “Something’s not right.”Luna slid out of bed, throwing on her robe. “Where’s Selene?”His jaw clenched. “Gone.”---They found the bodies in the eastern wing.Two warriors—skilled guards—dead without a sound. Throats cut with precision. No scent, no warning.And Selene’s bed?Empty.But not by choice.There were drag marks. And blood.Luna’s hands trembled as she knelt, touching the smeared pattern on the stone floor. “She fought back.”Rafe arrived seconds later, panic etched into his features. “She’s been taken.”“By who?” Kael demanded.But Luna already knew.Her voice came cold. Flat. “Merek.”---At dawn, a messenger hawk landed on the balcony with a scroll sealed in obsidian

The halls of the stronghold were too quiet.Even after Luna’s return, even after Selene was healed and Merek pushed back, the atmosphere had shifted.The pack no longer whispered about Luna’s power—they watched it.Some in awe. Others in fear.Even the ones who bowed now did so carefully… like she might snap.Kael felt it too.They’d won the skirmish.But the war was no longer just against Merek.It was within.---“I saw the way he touched you,” Kael said.Luna froze.They stood in the sparring ring alone, training gear abandoned, tension thick between them.“He didn’t touch me. Not really.”Kael’s jaw clenched. “But you let him close.”“I was buying time.”“Or you were curious.”Luna’s eyes flashed. “Don’t do that.”“Don’t what?” Kael stepped forward, voice low. “Pretend you didn’t feel it—the pull between you and him. That ancient magic responds to darkness.”She glared at him. “And you’re afraid that darkness is inside me?”“No,” he snapped. “I’m afraid you’ll embrace it.”She sho

The stronghold was quiet again.Not from fear—but from reverence.Ash still clung to the stones where blood once spilled. Banners torn in battle were left to hang, not out of neglect—but as testimony. This place had seen war. And it had been reborn.Luna walked through the Great Hall, barefoot, her cloak trailing behind her like smoke woven from stormclouds. Her skin shimmered faintly, magic humming beneath it—raw, ancient, untamed. The warriors bowed their heads as she passed. Even the elders, once doubting, stepped aside.She wasn’t just Luna now.She was Alpha-born. Magic-forged. A queen in her own right. Not by lineage. By choice. By fire.At the end of the hall, Kael waited—no crown, no throne, no pomp. Just him. Proud. Steady. Loyal.“You survived,” he said softly, voice rough from battle and relief.Luna’s lips curved. “No,” she whispered. “I became.”And with that, she climbed the dais—not to sit above them, but to stand as one of them. Equal. Eternal. Their storm. Their shiel