Semua Bab Alpha: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Luna's body still ached from the Bond Ritual, but it was a delicious ache—a reminder that she had been claimed, not as property, but as an equal. Kael's scent still lingered on her skin, musky and warm. Yet sleep did not come easily.The moment her eyes closed, the dreams began.She was standing in a forest of flame. Trees burned with blue and gold fire, crackling and alive, yet they did not consume. The sky above shimmered in shades of deep crimson and violet, like a storm perpetually on the cusp of breaking.And there, in the heart of the blaze, stood a woman. Tall, with hair like molten copper and eyes the color of embers. She was naked, unashamed, her body a testament to power and seduction. Her skin glowed with the sheen of heat and magic."You've come far, little Alpha," the woman purred, her voice a velvet stroke along Luna's spine. "But you've only just begun to burn."Luna tried to speak, but her throat tightened. She was both entranced and unsettled.The woman moved forward,

The air was heavy with the scent of rain and soil when the stranger arrived. The guards at the gate barely had time to issue a warning before he walked through the threshold of the stronghold as if he belonged.Toran.The name rolled off tongues with a mixture of awe and dread. A rogue Alpha. An outcast who’d refused every pack’s allegiance. It was said he left trails of blood in his wake, carving dominance wherever he went. His presence was a statement: challenge.Luna stood on the stone balcony of the Great Hall, watching him stride across the courtyard, his tall frame cloaked in black, his hair long and dark, his body rippling with unspent power. The moment his eyes—silver and sharp—locked with hers, Luna knew this was not a negotiation.Kael was by her side instantly. His growl was low, feral. “He shouldn’t be here.”Luna raised a hand to still him. “Let him come.”Toran stopped at the base of the steps, his voice deep and unyielding. “I’ve come for the Alpha Queen.”The warriors

Far beyond the stronghold, where the eastern mountains clawed at the sky, darkness stirred.In a forgotten temple carved deep into the heart of the mountain, the air was heavy with incense, dampness, and the sweet, cloying scent of rot. Flickering torches lined the stone walls, casting grotesque shadows that danced like demons celebrating a feast. At the temple's core, hooded figures knelt in a circle around a sunken dais, their chants a low, guttural drone that reverberated through the ground like the heartbeat of some ancient beast.At the center of the dais stood a throne of bones—femurs, spines, and skulls fused together by dark magic. Seated on the throne was a woman draped in black and crimson silk, her presence both regal and terrifying. Her skin was pale, almost translucent, veins visible like fine cracks in porcelain. But it was her eyes that truly marked her—red as freshly spilled blood, gleaming with hunger.She was Morrakai.The Blood Witch.Her name had been scrubbed from

The journey eastward was not one taken lightly. The forests grew darker with each mile, the trees gnarled and twisted as though poisoned by something ancient and malevolent. Every shadow felt alive, every whisper of wind a threat.Luna led the way, her senses sharp, her storm magic humming beneath her skin. The pack moved in tight formation, Selene at her side, her magic woven into charms and wards that hung from their belts. Kael never strayed far, his eyes constantly scanning, his sword never more than a breath away from his hand.Toran trailed near the rear, his daggers ever ready, his gaze thoughtful. He had spoken little since the Draugr encounter, but Luna knew his mind was turning, calculating. He was a predator, a strategist, and his silence was as dangerous as his blade.They traveled for days, each night punctuated by distant howls and flashes of red light that shimmered on the horizon. The sky itself seemed bruised, clouds heavy and ominous, never allowing the moon to shine

Dawn crept over the stronghold, bathing the stone walls in a soft, golden light. The sky, once bruised with the scars of war, now stretched wide and clear, a canvas of delicate blues and pinks. The air carried a tentative promise—the quiet after a storm, a world caught holding its breath.Luna stirred beneath the sheets, her body still deliciously sore, her mind hazy with the memory of the night before. Kael’s warmth enveloped her, his arm draped heavy across her waist, his breath steady against her neck. She smiled lazily, her heart full.But there was no peace without vigilance.She slipped from the bed gently, not wanting to wake him. The stone floor was cool against her bare feet as she wrapped a robe around herself and moved to the balcony.From there, she could see the world stretching beyond the walls—the dark forests, the rivers that cut through the valleys, the peaks that watched like sentinels. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, tasting the morning air, feeling the hum