All Chapters of The Alpha’s Bane : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The corridors beyond the war room were still lit with the amber glow of the torches when General Thorne stepped out, the folded parchment in his hand already sealed with the Nightfang’s seal. He moved very fast, his loud footsteps echoing against stony floor. “Hey!” General Thorne called the guard at the entrance. His voice was sharp and urgent. “This parchment is to be delivered to Lyra Vane’s rogue home,” he said firmly, stretching the parchment towards the guard. “No excuse. No delay. It should be delivered tonight.” “Yes, General,” the guard responded, his eyes fixed on the ground. “Leave, now!” General Thorne ordered. The guard scrambled off. ****************** Far from the Nightfang borders, deep in the wild forest, Shadow sat before a low fire, sharpening the edge of a curved blade. The air smelled faintly of pine and damp earth. There was silence except from the slight slashing of Shadow’s blade against a stand. It broke when the patrol whistle cut thr

Aria woke slowly, like someone dragging themselves out of a deep, heavy dream. Her eyelids felt heavy, her body stiff. The first thing she noticed was the soft crackle of the fire in the corner of the chamber. The next was the weight in her chest, it felt tight, sore, like she’d been holding her breath for days.Her eyes fluttered open fully, and the familiar faces around her came into focus. Runa sat on a chair beside the bed, her posture straight but her eyes fixed on her; worried. Shadow sat beside her on the other side of the bed, his arms crossed, watching her closely. The Nightfang healer hovered near the table, mixing something in a small bowl.And then there was Kael.He stood on the other side of the bed, a big, unmoving presence. His hand gripped the edge of the bed so tightly his knuckles had went pale. He didn’t speak. He didn’t move. But in his eyes—always unreadable—there was something different. Fear. And beneath that, a flicker of hope, like a man who had almost lost s

The training hall buzzed with wolves. The sound of blows hitting hard and swords clashing filled the room. The air was covered with smoke and the smell of sweat, the floor littered with wolf tufts. They had been trying for hours. Lucan sat on a bench with Laura and Selene at a corner in the hall. They had just finished a combat training and were now drinking from their water skins. Then Lucan stood abruptly. “Where are you going?” Laura asked, her eyes looking up at him. “I’ll be back soon,” Lucan replied, planting both hands in his pockets. “Do you want me to come?” Laura asked, searching his eyes. “Urgh,” Selene scoffed, rolling her eyes. “He’s not a kid, Laura, he’ll be fine.” Laura shot her a Look. “I’ll be fine, baby,” Lucan said. He bent low and pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. Then he turned and walked out of the hall. *************************“She should be fine in the next few days,” the healer said after examining Aria for the fifth time. Aria sat

Lucan quickened his steps, his boots hitting the stone hard floor with urgency.“Kael,” Lucan called. No response. Kael didn’t slow down, he hurried down the corridor straight towards his chamber. Before Lucan could call him again, Kael turned the corridor, his chamber doors looming ahead. Then the bell rang—a call to dinner. Lucan paused. Kael kept walking. As he approached the door, the guards moved aside. He stood for a moment at the door, breathing in and out deeply, trying to calm his rage. Then he pushed the door open. The room was empty except for Aria who lay asleep on the bed, the blankets halfway over her weak and pale body. He stepped in slowly and shut the door behind him with a soft, careful click. Kael walked further in until he was beside the bed. He adjusted the blankets gently and sat by her side. For a moment, he just watched her—the way her breathing was soft and even, her hair scattered against the soft pillow underneath her head. “It feels so good to wa

Aria paced the length of Kael’s chamber, her arms folded tight against her chest. She had eaten what the maid had brought earlier, though her stomach still twisted with unease.Her gaze drifted, almost unwillingly, to the window. She strolled there and rested her body on the window frame, allowing the wind wash over her. The night was heavy, the courtyard dim. Then a torch flickered. Aria stretched to look out the window. And there he was again. The same scarred man from silvermane. “Why does he keep coming back?” she asked, though there was no one to answer. Aria stood still, watching closely. Then she noticed a shadow was cast over him. Someone else was there, opposite him but she couldn’t see the other person. They seemed to be in an argument. The scarred man’s gestures were sharp, angry, his head snapping back as if refusing whatever the other had said.Aria leaned closer, her breath caught in her throat.“Whenever this man was here, it meant no good. And now he’s been frequ