Semua Bab The Alpha Queen and her Human Mate: Bab 1 - Bab 10

🌒 Chapter Two: The Scent of Fate Raven couldn’t get the scent out of her head.It clung to her clothes, followed her into her quarters, lingered in the hallways of the compound long after she had scrubbed the blood from her hands and tossed her blade onto the table. Sandalwood. Rain..................... Human. She sighed to herself Mate shadow growled.She paced her room like a caged animal, her boots scuffing the worn wooden floor, her golden eyes glowing in the low lantern light. Outside, the moon hung heavy, pulling at her wolf, reminding her of what she had seen. Those storm gray eyes. That lost, startled look on his face as the bond snapped into place between them. Human. It was impossible. Unacceptable. And yet, her wolf shadow growled low inside her every time she thought of him, demanding she seek him out, demanding she claim him. what am I going to do she said to herself."Claim him" growled Shadow.A sharp knock at the door snapped her from her spiraling thoughts.

🌒 Chapter Four: A Dangerous Conversation The market was clearing, the air thick with the scent of fear and spilled blood, but Raven barely noticed as she stood before Ragnar. His eyes were wide, storm gray and searching, flickering from her blood slick blade to her golden eyes, to the rogues crawling away in the distance. “You didn’t have to do that,” he said quietly, but his voice shook. Raven wiped her blade on her leather pants before sliding it back into its sheath. “They would have killed you,” she replied, turning to leave. She needed to get away, to put distance between them before the bond pulled her closer, before her wolf did something reckless. But Ragnar followed, his boots crunching on the wet stones. “Why?” he demanded, grabbing her wrist. The touch was electric, the bond sparking between them so violently that it stole her breath. Her wolf lunged inside her, wanting to shift, to mark him, to claim him. She ripped her wrist free, stepping back, glaring. “Don’t t

🌒 Chapter Six: The Edge of the Pack The forest was silent as Raven led Ragnar deeper into the trees, the rain softening to a drizzle that clung to the leaves like a breath held too long. She kept her senses sharp, ears tuned to the forest, eyes flicking to every shadow, her wolf pacing beneath her skin. Every step Ragnar took echoed in her chest, each scent of him pulling at the bond, reminding her that the world had shifted and there was no going back. They reached the ridge overlooking the valley, the place she calls home, where the treeline thinned and the world opened into sweeping green hills dotted with pines and shrouded in mist. Below, the lights of her compound flickered, a fortress of stone and steel hidden within the forest. It was the edge of her territory, the place where she decided who stayed and who never returned. Ragnar stood beside her, drenched and shivering slightly in his thin shirt, but his eyes held steady on hers. “Is that where you live?” he asked soft

🌒 Chapter Eight: Into the DenRaven couldn’t remember the last time she let someone walk beside her as she returned to the compound.Her wolves fell in around them as they moved through the forest, their eyes flicking to Ragnar with curiosity, suspicion, and a little respect. He walked tall despite the blood drying on his torn shirt, his eyes steady, meeting their stares without flinching.The bond pulsed between them with every step, warm and heavy, like a promise neither of them was ready to speak aloud.They crested the final ridge, and the compound opened below them: towering stone walls wrapped in thorns and enchantments, watchtowers with silent guards, heavy iron gates that creaked open at Raven’s approach.Inside, the courtyard bustled with wolves in human form, training with blades or shifting in controlled drills, the air thick with the scent of wet earth, fur, and sweat.The moment they saw her, they dropped to one knee, fists pressed to their chests. “Alpha.” the said sim

🌒 Chapter Ten: Storms BrewingThe compound pulsed with restless energy after the council left.Wolves whispered as Raven passed, their eyes flicking to Ragnar, their scents carrying curiosity, awe, and fear. Ragnar kept close to her side, shoulders squared, jaw tight, his gray eyes meeting every stare without flinching.But Raven could smell it: the questions, the uncertainty, the hope.And she hated it.They reached the training grounds where Luca was barking orders, his sharp eyes scanning the pack as they sparred, claws clashing, bodies shifting and rolling across the dirt.When Luca saw them, he dismissed the trainees with a wave and stalked over, his dark eyes narrowing on Ragnar first, then shifting to Raven.“You’re a fool,” Luca snapped, his voice low. “Letting him stand in front of the council like that. Letting them see.”Raven’s wolf bristled, but she kept her voice even. “They would've seen him eventually.”“And now they’re going to dig,” Luca growled. “They’re going to w