Semua Bab The Alpha Queen and her Human Mate: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Chapter 29 — The HollowThe forest beyond the western ridge was quieter than Raven expected. No wind. No night birds. Even the crunch of their boots on the frozen earth sounded swallowed, dampened by something in the air.Luca led the pack warriors in a loose V formation, their eyes scanning the shadows. Ragnar moved beside Raven, his posture relaxed, but his hand never strayed far from the knife at his hip.“This place feels wrong,” Luca muttered.“It is,” Ragnar said simply.They passed the old stone marker that split their territory from the deep woods. The trees here were older, their twisted trunks wide enough to swallow a cabin whole. Faint lines of pale moss ran up their bark like veins.Raven’s wolf was alert, every sense stretched taut. We are being watched.“How far?” she asked Ragnar quietly.He glanced up at the sky, where moonlight barely filtered through the dense canopy. “Closer than it feels.”Minutes later, the path dipped into a shallow ravine, and she saw it.The

Chapter 31 — The One She Can’t Kill The Hollow didn’t wait until dawn. By the time Raven had finished assigning the night watch, the air had changed thick, pressing, carrying that same damp cold she’d felt at the treeline. The guards patrolling outside didn’t notice it at first, but her wolf did. The beast in her chest was pacing, ears flat, sensing an approach that wasn’t made by footsteps. Inside the packhouse, Ragnar stood by the main window, watching the dark. “It’s learning the shape of this place.” She didn’t like how certain he sounded. “What does that mean?” “It means walls won’t matter soon.” Her stomach tightened. She glanced at Luca. “Double every entrance guard. I don’t care if it’s a broom closet if it opens, it gets a guard.” Luca nodded and strode out, barking orders. Raven stayed by the window, eyes sweeping the forest. For hours, nothing moved. The only sound was the crackle of the fire in the hearth and the low murmur of sentries changing shifts. Then th

Chapter 33 – Fire in the BloodThe clearing reeked of blood and burnt bark. Raven stood among the fallen patrol, her claws digging into her palms until her knuckles bled. The Hollow hadn’t just threatened her it had struck, leaving her wolves as pawns in its twisted game.Behind her, Ragnar shifted uncomfortably, but he didn’t look away from the bodies. His jaw was clenched tight, fists trembling at his sides. He wasn’t a wolf, wasn’t a soldier, but his grief for them was raw, unfiltered.Luca crouched over one of the corpses, his expression hard. “Clean kills. No struggle. Whatever did this… it was inside their minds before it struck.”Raven’s chest heaved with a snarl. “It’s making a show of us. Testing how far it can push before I bend.”She could feel the pack gathering behind her, whispers spreading like wildfire. Fear was contagious. If she didn’t stamp it out now, it would consume them.Raven turned, golden eyes blazing. “Hear me!”The murmurs silenced. Dozens of wolves star

Chapter 34 – The Queen’s WrathThe forest floor trembled beneath Raven’s paws. Her wolf crouched over Ragnar’s unmoving body, snarls ripping from her throat like thunder. His blood stained the dirt, soaking into the rain-softened ground, too dark, too much.The Hollow’s laughter slithered through the storm, a chorus of voices echoing from nowhere and everywhere. See how fragile he is, Queen. See how easily he breaks. Give him to me, and he will not suffer.Raven’s golden eyes blazed as she rose, every muscle coiled in murderous fury. Over my dead body.With a roar that shook the pines, she launched herself at the Hollow’s avatar. Claws slashed through smoke, teeth ripped shadows apart, her wolf relentless. Each strike was a promise carved in blood: no one touched her mate and lived.But the Hollow re-formed, black mist curling back into shape no matter how many times she tore it down. It fed on fear, on doubt, on the faltering strength of her wolves behind her. And right now, the b

Chapter 36 – In the Quiet Between StormsThe fortress had gone strangely silent after the storm of accusations. The council had retreated, wolves had dispersed, and only the crackle of the hearth remained. Outside, the wind rattled against the stone walls, but within Raven’s chambers, it was almost… still.Ragnar stirred where he lay, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. His bandaged wounds glowed faintly in the firelight, the herbs Luca had pressed into them doing their work. He looked mortal, fragile, so unlike the warriors she commanded, but to Raven, he had never seemed more unyielding.She sat at his side, her fingers resting lightly on his hand. She hadn’t moved in hours, unwilling to leave him even when Luca insisted he needed only rest. The others thought her patience strange. A queen chained to a bed of furs, watching a human sleep. But they didn’t understand.When his eyes opened, hazy but aware, relief shuddered through her chest like a wound.“You should b