All Chapters of Fated To The Dark Alphas: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~ ~ ASTRID ~ ~Rhys’s question hung in the air, a whisper that somehow cut through the tension in the Council Chamber like a sharp blade. “Do you really, Astrid?”Kieran’s grip on my arm tightened, his knuckles turning white. He didn’t even glance at Rhys, his entire focus on pulling me out of the room, away from the silent challenge. His wolf was practically vibrating with possessiveness and a barely contained rage. He moved with a speed that left me stumbling, almost dragging me out of the Council Chamber and back into the main corridor.I didn’t fight him, my mind still reeling from Caius’s appearance and Xavier’s chilling ultimatum. My gaze darted back to the open Council Chamber door, catching a glimpse of Rhys, still by the window, his expression unreadable as we disappeared from his view.Kieran didn’t stop until we were in the solitude of my quarters, the heavy door slamming shut behind us with a resounding thud. He released my arm, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His golde

"Not every bond means something, Astrid," Rhys said, staring hard at me. "Some are real. Others just feel like a damn prison." Kieran’s grip on my arm tightened, his knuckles white, his entire body vibrating with a fury so potent it felt like a physical hum against my skin. He didn’t even spare a glance back at Rhys. His focus was entirely on me, on pulling me out of that room, away from the silent challenge. He moved with a speed that left me stumbling, almost dragging me through the grand hall, past the lingering Silverfang delegation whose eyes, I felt, burned into my back.He didn’t stop until we were in the suffocating solitude of my quarters. The heavy door slammed shut behind us with a resounding thud that rattled the very air. He released my arm, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his golden eyes blazing with an unholy fire.“What the hell was that, Astrid?!” he snarled, running a hand through his dark hair, the gesture one of raw, barely contained frustration. “That… that li

My eyes snapped open, my heart hammering. Kieran lay beside me, heavy and sated, his breathing deep and even in sleep. But Rhys’s scent, clean and earthy, was a phantom presence in the room, cutting through the musky aftermath of Kieran’s claim. It was impossible. He was supposed to be confined. Yet his whisper, the undeniable proof of his proximity, still resonated in my very bones.I shifted slightly, the furs rustling, a subtle movement that wouldn't disturb Kieran. My gaze darted towards the window, the faint moonlight painting shadows. Nothing. Yet the chilling certainty remained. He had been here. While Kieran slept. While I lay in the tangled aftermath of my Alpha’s brutal possession.A cold dread seeped into my veins, mingling with a strange, dark curiosity. What kind of game was this? What did he want? He wasn't like Kieran, demanding and forceful in the light. Rhys moved in the shadows, his presence a subtle, insidious poison that worked its way into my mind, into my very se

~ ~ ASTRID ~ ~“Don’t you dare die on me, Rhys Thorne,” I muttered, my voice tight, as I wrapped my arms around his massive wolf form. Every muscle screamed in protest as I forced myself to lift him, to begin the agonizingly slow journey through the dense, unforgiving forest. His weight was a crushing burden, his whimpers of pain tearing at my heart with every desperate, strained step.The moon began its slow descent, painting the forest in shifting shades of gray and black. The air grew colder, thick with the damp scent of earth and decaying leaves. Each step was a battle against the rough terrain, against the rapidly draining strength in my limbs, against the insidious fear gnawing at my resolve. Rhys’s warmth, his life, was a fragile anchor in my arms.My mind raced. Kieran’s fury, Xavier’s cold decree, Elara’s surprising intervention, and the terrifying phantom scream – it all swirled into a chaotic tempest. But right now, none of it mattered as much as the injured wolf in my arms

“Isn’t that right, Astrid?” Rhys’s voice, a soft, hypnotic whisper, brushed against my mind. “Let the games begin. Let’s see who truly claims you in the dark.” My body was a live wire stretched taut between two poles. Kieran’s blazing fury radiated from one side, a raw and potent heat. Rhys’s cool, unsettling intensity pulsed from the other, laced with a dangerous understanding. The air in the Main Hall crackled, thick with the scent of anticipation, fear, and the clashing dominance of the Thorne alphas. “Astrid. You have made an… unprecedented demand,” Alpha Xavier Thorne’s voice boomed, cutting through the suffocating tension. “This pack now waits for the demonstration of your loyalty. And the Moon Goddess… she demands her due.” He gestured to the vast, ornate rug in the center of the hall. “ Prove your worth, Luna. Prove your strength. Prove who truly holds your claim.” I swept my gaze over the sea of faces, illuminated by flickering torchlight. Every wolf watched, their eyes wi