All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S LOST HEIR: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

★𝕽𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖓The emissary's visit had left a subtle, lingering chill in the air, a stark reminder that even in victory, the world was still watching. I stood on the balcony, watching the dawn break over Silvermoon, the first rays of light catching the dew on the grass, and I felt a surge of protectiveness so fierce it took my breath away. It wasn't just for my pack. It was for my mate, for the new life she was carrying, and for the peace we had fought so hard to earn.The old me, the warrior Alpha who had faced the Blight, would have met this challenge with a show of force. I would have fortified our borders, I would have sent a clear message that any intrusion would be met with a swift and brutal response. PBut the man I was now, the man who was learning to be a father, understood that the greatest strength was not in our walls, but in our unity.I found Liam in the training yard, his movements in the early morning light as fluid and precise as ever. I told him about the emissary’s

★𝕽𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖓The first day of the summit dawned bright and clear, the sun a brilliant, hopeful promise over Silvermoon. But the peace I had fought so hard for felt fragile, a delicate balance that could be shattered by a single misstep. The palace, once a fortress, was now a place of diplomatic rendezvous, and I felt the immense weight of that responsibility. The fate of our new era rested on this day.The first packs to arrive were our steadfast allies, their howls of greeting a familiar, comforting sound. The Alpha of the Moon River Pack, a powerful and kind woman named Lena, greeted me with a fierce hug. "Your gamble is a bold one, Ronan," she said, her voice a low, steady murmur. "But if anyone can forge peace, it's you."But not all the arrivals were so warm. The Obsidian Ridge Pack, with their emissary, Silas, at their head, arrived in silence, their presence a cold, unyielding wall of suspicion. They watched every move, their eyes, dark and assessing, sweeping over the thrivin

★𝕺𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖆The hope Ronan spoke of was violently ripped away before the words were even finished.A guttural, icy snarl, cold and alien, tore through the great hall. It was a sound that had no right to exist in a place consecrated by diplomacy, a sound that spoke only of shadow and ancient hunger.My hand instinctively flew to my belly, a protective shield over the life Ronan and I had created. The subtle, quiet hum of my elemental power, which had been a steady pulse of strength all night, suddenly went silent, replaced by a terrifying, hollow ache.On the wall where Ronan’s parents had once sat, a dark, oily stain of corruption began to seep into the pristine white stone. It wasn't merely a message; it was a physical wound inflicted on Silvermoon itself. The shadow-stuff writhed and curled like an awakening serpent, its tendrils reaching out, not toward the crowd, but toward me.A horrifying whisper, as sharp and cold as a blade, slithered into my mind, bypassing every defense

★𝕽𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖓The scent of the Ironwood Pack’s borderlands was different cold, stony, and utterly hostile. It wasn’t just the smell of foreign territory, it carried a faint, deep-rooted suspicion, a perfect camouflage for the final Shadow Wielder cell. We crossed the line under the shroud of pre-dawn darkness, a silent, four-person unit carrying the weight of the pack's future.I walked closest to Olivia, my senses tuned only to her heartbeat and the fragile life she carried. Every instinct screamed at me to shift, scoop her up, and run to the safest corner of the earth. But the Shadow Wielders had guaranteed that there was no safe corner. They had forced my hand, forcing me to trust Drax, who walked point.Drax was a ghost of the man I knew. He was efficient, focused, and utterly silent. He used his knowledge of the external territories to scout ahead, a natural predator moving through the mountains. But every time he glanced back at Olivia, I felt a familiar, primal tension, not ju

★𝕽𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖓The air inside the main tunnel of the Hidden Ascent was an immediate assault stale, thick with the scent of dry, corrupted magic that clung to the stone, replacing the clean mountain air. The weight of leading this mission pressed down on me, heavier than any pack responsibility. I was no longer fighting for territory,I was fighting for the survival, integrity, and the sacred right to my family's future.We moved in a low, tight, tactical formation. Every step was deliberate, silent, and tense. My internal monologue focused solely on the plan Stealth, secure the target (the Rogue Accomplice), and retrieve the Shadow Orb key before the Wielders fully fortify their position. Drax and Liam were silent, hyper-competent shadows, clearing the path with efficiency. My gaze kept drifting to Olivia’s elemental shield, a faint, shimmering defense around her, the only solid, reliable thing in this hellish place.The tunnel opened into a large, dusty cavern. A faint, clumsy magical