Semua Bab The Alpha Queen and her Human Mate: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Chapter Thirty-Two: Trial by CombatThe next morning came and it was cold and merciless.Frost clung to the grass as the pack gathered in the training field, breath misting in the sharp air, tension coiling like a living thing.The council stood at the edge of the ring, enforcers forming a silent wall of threat behind them. Soren’s pale eyes swept the pack with quiet satisfaction, as if she could already taste Raven’s defeat.Raven stood in the center of the ring, boots planted firmly in the frost, Shadow pacing beneath her skin, calm, ready.Across from her stood the council’s chosen champion.A giant of a man, shoulders like stone, scars twisting across his arms and throat, his wolf scent heavy and sharp, filled with the promise of violence. His eyes were cold, dead, as if nothing human remained.The pack watched in silence, fear and hope flickering in their eyes.Ragnar stood at the edge of the ring, lightning sparking softly around his fists, his eyes locked on Raven, their bond a

Chapter Thirty-Four: BondsThe morning dawned soft, the air sharp with the promise of winter, but the compound felt lighter.It was the first day in a long time that did not begin with fear.Raven found Maya in the training yard, bundled in a too-big sweater, clutching the stuffed rabbit she refused to let go of. She watched the young warriors spar with wide eyes, bouncing on her toes as if itching to join.Raven knelt beside her, Shadow warm beneath her skin.“You want to learn?” she asked.Maya’s eyes darted up, cautious but bright. “Can girls learn, too?”Raven smiled softly. “Girls can definitely learn.”Maya grinned, a gap where a tooth had fallen out showing, clutching her rabbit tighter.Nearby, Nico stood with Luca, who was showing him how to hold a training blade. His movements were awkward, but there was a determined set to his jaw as he mimicked the stances, sweat beading on his forehead in the cold morning.Ragnar stepped up beside Nico, correcting his grip gently, lightni

Chapter Thirty-Six: Broken OathsThe air was heavy with smoke and frost as dawn rose over the compound.Warriors moved quietly, tending to wounds, repairing barricades, cleaning blood from blades in silence, broken only by the crackle of the fire.Raven moved among them, checking injuries, offering a word or a touch of reassurance, Shadow a comforting purr beneath her skin.Nico and Maya helped carry water and blankets, the boy they had saved clutching a mug of broth, eyes wide but watching everything with quiet awe.They were pack now.Ragnar found Raven in the training yard, her hands wrapped as she helped a young warrior correct his stance despite the bruise blooming on her ribs.“You’re supposed to be resting,” Ragnar murmured, stepping close.“So are you,” she countered, not resisting as he slid his arm around her waist, steadying her.“Loki can take drills,” Ragnar said softly. “Come with me.”She hesitated, then nodded, letting him guide her toward the treeline, away from curio

Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Scent in the WindThe frost was sharp underfoot as Raven walked the borders before dawn, the world cloaked in a soft grey hush.Shadow was restless, ears pricked, gold flickering in Raven’s eyes as she inhaled deeply.There.A scent in the wind.Not a rogue.Not the council.Something older.Something was wrong.It smelled of cold metal, charred wood, and iron—a scent that made Shadow’s legs rise and a growl curl in Raven’s throat.Ragnar joined her, silent in the dawn, lightning flickering softly around him as he scanned the treeline.“You smell it too,” he said.“I do.”They stood together, storm and shadow, watching as the wind stirred the branches.A lone crow cawed, lifting into the grey sky.Ragnar’s hand brushed Raven’s, grounding her. “Whatever it is, we’ll handle it.”Raven nodded, her eyes scanning the horizon. “We always do.”Back at the compound, the pack was already awake, training despite the cold. Thorne’s wolves worked beside Raven’s warriors,

Chapter Forty: Ashes and Oaths Smoke curled up gently from the damp earth where fires had burned, leaving behind blackened wood and the sharp scent of ash that clung to the air. The pack moved quietly through the compound, gathering debris, tending to the wounded, repairing barricades where the hunters’ assault had left splintered wood and torn earth. Rain had washed away the blood, but it could not wash away the memory of the attack. Maya helped Luca carry blankets to the injured, her small hands pressing cups of water into shaking fingers, her rabbit tucked under her arm, a comforting constant in the chaos. Nico sat beside a rogue boy whose arm had been cut during the fighting, helping him rewrap the bandage while murmuring stories to keep him distracted. “You were brave,” Nico told him. The boy looked up, hope flickering in his eyes. “Do you think I can be like you one day?” Nico ruffled his hair, a small smile breaking through the tension. “Better.” Thorne stood by the ga