Semua Bab THE ALPHA'S LOST HEIR: Bab 111 - Bab 120

★𝕽𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖓The return to Silvermoon was swift, efficient, and silent. We didn't celebrate; we prepared for the final strike the political one. The entire operation Typhoon, Trident, and The Vanguard had lasted less than twelve hours. We had disabled Chancellor Valeria’s war machine without a single fatality on either side, proving the terrifying precision of the unified Continental Alliance.The wreckage of the Confederacy’s harvest rigs remained in the Eastern Sea, a permanent monument to their greed, but the crucial pieces of evidence were secure: the Project Ares schematics and the internal communication logs secured from the command hub.We didn't wait for Valeria to respond to my initial broadcast. Within 24 hours of the raid, Silvermoon initiated the Final Contingency a direct appeal to the Human Oversight Council in the human Capitol, backed by irrefutable proof.I remained at Silvermoon, serving as the elemental anchor and political center, but I dispatched the two most form

★𝕽𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖓The strategy room was colder than usual, a subtle reflection of the threat we discussed. The projected map of the Northern Wilds showed a massive, pulsating field of elemental distortion the Tundra Walla permanent shield of Ice energy that was deliberately fouling Olivia’s Regulator sight.I sat with Olivia, Liam, and Zeva, the new representative from the Sky-Claw who held deep knowledge of the Northern territories."The Elder Clans are not packs, they are ancient families who predate the Continental Alliance," Zeva explained, her face serious. "They view our alliance and, particularly, our integration with the humans as a weakness. They want absolute, cold isolation. Their primary weapon is not aggression, but endurance. They can maintain that Ice shield indefinitely.""Their stability is our instability," I countered, looking at Olivia. "The sheer volume of Ice elemental energy they are harvesting must be immense. It's draining the vitality from the Earth beneath their t

★𝕺𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖆Zeva’s return from the Tundra Wall was a blend of relief and escalating tension. She confirmed the vital success, the Elder Clans had been shaken by Aelia’s unfiltered Earth resonance. They hadn't expected a message of pure distress from the land itself, particularly one delivered with such elemental innocence.The reply arrived two days later via a small, fast-moving drone a concession to modern technology that showed the Elders were not entirely naive. The message, inscribed on a sheet of pure glacial ice, was short and uncompromising.The condition for the audience.Only the Luna and the Heir may cross the Tundra Wall. The Alpha and all other military/political personnel must remain a fixed distance away. The meeting will occur at the Northern Ice-Heart, a place of elemental truth.Ronan's immediate response was a thunderous refusal."Absolutely not," he growled, slamming his fist onto the strategy table, the pure force of his Alpha rage shaking the room. "They are dem

★𝕽𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖓The arrangement with the Elder Clans felt less like an alliance and more like a permanent, conditional hostage exchange. Aelia was to spend three months of every year at the Northern Ice-Heart, learning to control her Earth resonance and teaching the Elder Clans' students to listen to the planet's distress.It was necessary. The Energy Siphon our joint project to feed elemental energy into the Tundra Wall was a massive undertaking that required constant calibration, a calibration only Aelia's pure, untainted Earth-Light core could guarantee. But the cold distance was agony.I did not accompany Olivia and Aelia to the North. My elemental Fire was a threat, a destabilizing presence to the Ice Clans. I was required to remain at Silvermoon, serving as the constant, steady anchor for the Continental Seal.The weeks Aelia was gone were the hardest of my life. I had faced Shadow Wielders and continental wars, but nothing compared to the gnawing anxiety of parental separation. Oli

★𝕺𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖆The journey back to the Northern Ice-Heart felt like a final walk to the edge of the world. The previous meeting had been a negotiation; this was a trial. Elder Lyra's message had been clear: they knew about the Resonance Grid, and they viewed Aelia as the ultimate traitor one who had used the purity of the Earth to shield her pack's technology.Ronan, respecting the terms of the meeting, remained miles away, his protective Fire energy a dull, throbbing ache in my core, radiating an overwhelming dread.The Elders met us inside the glacier, but this time, the setting was different. The air was charged, and the Elder Clans had created a massive, open circle of pure, pulsing Ice energy a literal Elemental Court.Elder Lyra stood at the center, radiating cold fury. She did not look at me; her focus was entirely on Aelia."Luna," Elder Lyra transmitted, her thought sharp and clear, "you violated the purity of the elemental agreement. You chose technology over truth. Your Heir