All Chapters of Her Ruthless Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The necklace’s pulse still throbbed at the base of Sofia’s throat—warm, ancient, impossibly alive. Theo felt its magic from across the room like a second heartbeat, one that didn’t belong to him yet pulled at something deep in his wolf. The Elders would kill for such an artifact. Kill her for it. Which meant they needed answers, and only one place in Moonveil held the truth: the restricted archives beneath the museum.He was breaking the law for her.And he didn’t care. SofiaI clutched my jacket around me as Theo led me down the dark back entrance of the Moonveil Museum. It was almost midnight.

The summons arrived at dawn.Not carried by a messenger. Not softened by ceremony.It came as a command pressed directly into Theo’s bones.The Council demanded his presence in the Alpha Trial Circle.Immediately.TheoThe moment the call struck, my wolf reared inside me like a creature dragged from sleep into fire. Every nerve screamed a warning. The Trial Circle had not been used in decades, not since the last Alpha dared to defy the Elders openly.This was not a request.It was a judgment.I stood at the edge of the estate grounds, the forest still dark with early morning mist. Somewhere behind me, Sofia slept—unaware that the ground beneath our fragile peace was already cracking apart.Stay, my wolf snarled.But I couldn’t.If I refused the summons, the Council would not punish me alone. They would come for her. Public defiance would paint her as my weakness, my corruption, my sentence.So I went.The Circle lay carved into ancient stone deep within Council territory, an arena old

The Laurent Pack territory rose from the forest like a living fortress.Stone structures fused with ancient trees circled the heart of the land, built to defend not only bodies but bloodlines. Wolves moved through the grounds in quiet formation, their senses sharp, their gazes constantly shifting. This was a place of strength, tradition, and loyalty forged through generations.And tonight—It felt like a powder keg waiting for a spark. SofiaThe moment we crossed the boundary line, I felt it.Not the land itself—but the eyes.They followed every step I took,

The blood moon rose without warning.It crept into the sky like a wound reopening, staining the night in shades of crimson and silver. Its light slipped through every barrier—stone, glass, flesh—until it reached the one soul it had been waiting for.Sofia. SofiaSleep took me against my will.I hadn’t meant to rest. My mind was still tangled in Theo’s words, in claw marks, in hatred whispered behind closed doors. Exhaustion simply dragged me under, heavy and merciless.The moment my eyes closed, the world changed

SofiaThe wind up here is cruel.It tears at my coat and stings my face, carrying the metallic scent of rain, steel, and the sleepless city far below. Moonveil stretches endlessly beneath Devereaux Tower—alive with light, secrets, and watching eyes. From this height, the city feels less like a home and more like a battlefield waiting to ignite.Leo chose this place deliberately.The rooftop helipad lies abandoned, cleared under the excuse of routine maintenance. No guards. No witnesses. Still, I feel the magic threaded into the concrete—ancient Alpha wards humming softly, loyal to the Devereaux bloodline. This is his territory. His stronghold.I shouldn't be here.Theo's voice echoes in my thoughts, firm and protective. Don't meet him alone.But Leo's message wasn't a request.If you want Theo alive, come.Leo stands near the edge of the rooftop, his back to me, coat snapping violently in the wind. His posture is rigid, burdened. For the first time, he doesn't look like a Council heir