All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S LOST HEIR: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

★𝕽𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖓The reunion was quiet, steeped in the scent of pine and relief. Liam arrived at the Silvermoon border under the vigilant watch of a Serpent-Fang escort an escort more interested in confirming Drax's imminent arrival than in securing Liam's capture. He looked older, hardened by his time under Kael’s suspicious gaze, but his posture was that of a commander returning from a successful, grueling mission, not a hostage.I met him at the edge of the camp, still moving stiffly, leaning slightly on Olivia, who radiated a steady, protective calm."Liam," I said, my voice thick with emotion I hadn't allowed myself to feel while he was captive.He simply nodded, meeting my eyes with his usual pragmatic clarity. "Ronan. Olivia. The South is secure. Kael respects power, not politics. You gave him both." He saw my weakened state and the exhaustion clinging to Olivia, but his first question was for the one who was replacing him. "Where is Drax?"Drax, still healing from his reckless, m

★𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖝The air at the Riverbed Nexus was thick with the scent of swamp water, mud, and the constant, heavy musk of suspicion. I stood on the raised wooden platform that served as the Serpent-Fang's monitoring station, my body still protesting the massive elemental blast I’d survived, but my mind sharpened by the hostile environment.I was technically an "advisor" to Alpha Kael, but in reality, I was a highly valuable, highly dangerous hostage. Kael needed my tactical expertise and physical prowess to defend his sudden territorial expansion, and more importantly, to ensure the stability of the Nexus, which was still drawing on my immense Earth energy.Kael was a massive wolf, ancient and deeply traditional, and he regarded me with an unwavering, predatory hostility. He understood that my presence was a political victory for him, but he recognized the threat I posed to his authority."Your Luna's maneuvering is dangerous, Drax," Kael sneered one evening, watching me patrol the perim

★𝕷𝖎𝖆𝖒The scent of burning pine and the damp, metallic tang of residual Shadow pollution hit me the moment we crossed the Ironwood boundary. It was a visceral reminder of the carnage the Wielders had left behind. My presence here was a political tightrope act. I was Silvermoon’s Chief Strategist, sent on a secret mission by an Alpha who was too weak to lead, into the territory of an Alpha who despised our lineage.I traveled with a small, specialized team of Silvermoon elemental lists wolves whose specialty lay not in fighting, but in scrying and tracing corrupted energy signatures. My task was to use their subtle skill to find the ancient, persistent stain of Shadow left by the Wielders' long occupation and the destructive blast of the Shadow Orb.I kept my team moving in the deepest shadows, bypassing the main Ironwood patrols. My priority was the old Fortress Command Center, the precise location where the Shadow Orb had been destroyed and where the bulk of the Wielders' chann

★𝕺𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖆Port Tydos smelled of stale fish, cheap rotgut liquor, and desperation a stark contrast to the clean, pine-scented air of Silvermoon. It was a sprawling, chaotic city of makeshift docks and crowded, narrow streets, where human law enforcement was paid off and wolf pack authority was non-existent.Zeva and I moved through the throng, not as pack representatives, but as two high-stakes players on the margins. Zeva, utilizing her extensive knowledge of the underworld, had secured false papers identifying us as "The Sisters of the High Pass,"two elemental consultants specializing in appraising and moving volatile contraband. I was veiled, my eyes hidden, relying on my elemental aura to project a sense of dangerous, controlled power, while Zeva played the role of the shrewd, street-smart negotiator.Our first task was to find the Cartel's known contact point was a gambling den called The Broken Anchor, rumored to be frequented by the rogue elementalists and smugglers who deal

★𝕽𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖓The communication tone was crisp, clear, and delivered with the undeniable confidence of victory. Liam stood before me in my healing chamber, his face alight with respect as he relayed the full, unbelievable report. The Shatter-Crystal was dust, the mage Carth was neutralized, and the final members of the Shadow Cartel Triumvirate were scattering, their financial and physical networks dismantled by Olivia’s surgical precision."Veria, the financier, was intercepted attempting to flee the Port. She had already destroyed her primary ledgers, but not before she confessed to the location of Roric, the tactician," Liam reported, his finger tracing a final line on the map of the Eastern coast. "Roric was taken down by Zeva and her newly formed, highly effective patrol unit. The Cartel is finished, Ronan. The entire operation, from Varis's fall to the Crystal's demise, took less than a month."I closed my eyes, a wave of profound relief washing over me, strong enough to momenta