Semua Bab Claimed by the Untamed Alpha: Bab 31 - Bab 40

The wound in the sky did not close.It pulsed, deep and jagged, spilling silver light over the clearing like spilled blood from the heavens. Clouds churned in unnatural spirals, and the wind began to hiss through the trees in a way that sounded almost like… whispering.The rogues backed away, their boots scraping the dirt, eyes wide and fixed on the tear in the night. Kael was barking orders. Sharp, clipped commands meant to keep panic from breaking into full chaos, but Aria couldn’t hear him.Because the voice came again.“Daughter of Dorian…”It was softer now. Closer. Like it had leaned down just to breathe against her ear.Her skin prickled from her neck down to her spine.She turned toward the treeline.The shadows there were thick and breathing, curling like smoke. Her pulse drummed in her ears.“Aria!” Kael’s voice cut across the clearing.She didn’t stop.Couldn’t.Every step toward the trees felt inevitable, like the path had been drawn long before she was born. The noise of

The camp never truly slept, but tonight, it felt like it was pretending to.The air was thick with the damp smell of smoke and pine, the wind carrying voices from distant watch posts. Somewhere, a pot still simmered over dying embers, releasing the faint scent of stewed rabbit. But between the tents and shadows, the world felt hollow, the kind of silence that hummed with things left unsaid.Aria had been trying to keep to herself since the argument. She’d done what she always did when anger threatened to swallow her, buried it under movement, busy hands, anything to keep from letting it spill out in the wrong direction. But Torren was a shadow that wouldn’t leave. Every corner of camp felt heavier because she knew he was still here.She had thought Kael’s order would send him packing for good. She’d thought maybe Maela’s poison would lose its edge if one of her pawns disappeared. But when she caught the faint scrape of boots against the dirt behind the training tent and saw Torren ste

The tent was dim except for the steady glow of the lantern, its light catching on the curve of Kael’s cheekbone, gilding his features in tired gold. He lay stretched on the cot, chest rising and falling in uneven waves. The bandage wrapped across his side was stained dark in the center, but the bleeding had slowed. His skin carried a sheen of sweat, dampening the edges of his hair.Aria sat by him, silent, listening to the rhythm of his breath as though each inhale might slip away if she didn’t guard it. Her hands were clasped together in her lap, but every so often her fingers twitched toward him, wanting, needing to bridge the space.She hated herself for trembling. Hated that he’d gotten under her skin so deeply she could hardly breathe without feeling the weight of him pressing back.“You don’t have to hover,” Kael rasped suddenly, his voice raw, like gravel dragged over steel.Her head snapped toward him. “I’m not hovering,” she said too quickly.His lips curved faintly, a tired,

The kiss still burned on her lips.Aria sat beneath the tree long after Kael disappeared into the shadows, her head tipped back against the rough bark. Her pulse wouldn’t settle. It beat like war drums in her chest, every thud echoing the wild flame coiled beneath her skin.She closed her eyes, desperate for silence. But silence didn’t come.Instead… pain.It started in her arms, sharp like needles pressing from bone to skin. Then her legs, a deep ache that stole her breath. Her fingers twitched violently, curling against the dirt, as if something inside her was clawing to get out.She bit down on a gasp. The fire in her blood didn’t feel like simple magic anymore. It felt… alive.Like something within her was waking. Stretching. Testing the cage of her body.Her wolf.Her nails dug into the dirt, knuckles white. Not now. Not here.But her body didn’t listen. Her spine arched, a strangled cry leaving her lips. Heat seared through her lungs, so hot she thought she might combust from th

The night hadn’t ended. It only thickened.The fire at the center of camp burned low, coals pulsing like an open wound against the dark. Most rogues had drifted into uneasy rest, but the weight in the air was too heavy for sleep. Too sharp. Too alive.Aria sat at the edge of the circle, her knees drawn up to her chest, eyes fixed on the ashes. Her dream still clung to her skin, sticky and raw, the image of her mother bleeding, of the infant’s cry echoing like a dagger through her chest. No matter how she tried to shake it, it wouldn’t leave.Her wolf paced inside her, restless, agitated. Hungry for truth.She didn’t notice Kael until his shadow fell across the fire. He stood there, shoulders squared, his face carved with exhaustion but steady, like stone refusing to crack. His presence filled the clearing, pulling her eyes up even when she didn’t want to meet his.“Walk with me,” he said.Not a request.Aria hesitated, but something in his voice… low, edged, commanding, pulled her up