All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S LOST HEIR: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

★𝕽𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖓The frozen valley lay before us like a vast, icy grave beautiful, exposed, and lethal. We were trading the safety of stealth for the reckless necessity of speed, a decision that weighed on me with the crushing finality of an execution order. Every instinct I had as an Alpha and a mate screamed against the exposure, yet my singular focus remained absolute eliminate the Shadow Orb and secure the heir.I gave the order, Full Shift.We couldn't afford the limitations of human form. I shifted instantly, my consciousness expanding with the raw power of my full Alpha wolf. The feeling was liberating, but my primary focus was Olivia. She shifted beside me, her elemental wolf a sleek, swift, silver form, running with a fierce grace that defied the weight of her pregnancy. Drax and Liam shifted, their forms blending into the harsh, white landscape.The journey across the valley was a high-speed sprint fraught with peril. We moved at terrifying speeds, utilizing the terrain dodging

★𝕽𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖓 The sound of the vault door shattering was immediately followed by the Ironwood patrol crashing into our corridor. The patrol was less focused on diplomacy and more on violence. My Alpha senses screamed at the threat, but they were quickly overwhelmed by the sheer, deafening chaos erupting from the main courtyard above. The destruction of the Shadow Orb hadn't ended the fight, it had just started the main event. We were surrounded. I had seconds to secure the defeated Shadow Wielder,who was a crucial source of information and shield Olivia. I barked orders, a raw, desperate Alpha command that momentarily stunned the Ironwood guards. Liam and I moved instantly, throwing the guards back just long enough for us to drag the Wielder and Olivia deeper into the service tunnels. My internal monologue was a relentless torrent of tactical calculations. We cannot fight a pack Alpha on her home turf. We must expose the truth before we are overwhelmed. As we retreated, a sudde

★𝕽𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖓 The air in the interrogation room was cold, but the terror gripping me was hotter than any fire. We had subdued the Shadow Wielder, but his final, smug revelation that the destruction of the Orb was only a catalyst, speeding up the awakening of the Ancient Shadow Heart had escalated our mission from a pack defense to a continental crisis. I could see the same chilling realization reflected in the eyes of Alpha Elara, standing across from me, her fury replaced by cold, strategic dread. "He lies," Elara stated, her voice tight, but the tremor in her hands betrayed her. "This fort has stood for centuries. Nothing beneath the mountain could threaten the entire continent." "He doesn't lie," I countered, the authority in my voice absolute. I gestured toward the captive Wielder, now secured and neutralized by Olivia's light. "He confirmed they need a source of immense pure energy to fully awaken this 'Heart.' We need to know what that source is, and we need to stop them bef

★𝕺𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖆The explosion of elemental energy when Ronan tore apart the Ritual Circle was deafening, a volatile collision of light and shadow that felt like the world had been split in two. I was instantly on the defensive, my own elemental shield pushed to its maximum against the chaotic, rebounding energy of the Emberfall Spire. The Nexus, now destabilized and deprived of its smooth flow, was screaming, making the very air vibrate.The fighting was immediate and frantic. Ronan was a dark, magnificent blur, his focus absolute as he tore through the remaining Wielders attacking us. Drax and the scouts were holding the line admirably at the perimeter, their fierce shouts a constant, muffled background noise. But the true danger emerged directly from the smoke and rubble, the Shadow Wielder High Priestess.She was older, her face a mask of chilling fanaticism, and she wielded Shadow magic with a refined, horrifying power that dwarfed every Wielder we had faced. She ignored Ronan

★𝕽𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖓The familiar scent of pine and protective wards at the Silvermoon border was the most welcome thing I had smelled in weeks. We had made it home. I carried Olivia directly into the Healer's wing, the entire pack maintaining a respectful, hushed distance. My senses, which had been stretched and abused by the conflict, now focused entirely on the small, precious weight of her body in my arms.I did not release her until she was settled beneath the warm furs of a private room, surrounded by our most trusted healers. My own exhaustion was a heavy, physical ache, but I ignored it. I watched as the head healer, a stoic elderly wolf named Elder Maeve, gently examined Olivia, her brow furrowed in concentration."Her strength is critically low, Alpha," Maeve confirmed, her voice barely a whisper. "The elemental drain is complete. She pulled too much, too fast. We can restore her physical strength, but the elemental recovery will be slow. It will require absolute rest and protect