All Chapters of Her Ruthless Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

TheoWe don’t return to the manor as victors.We return as a warning.The forest parts for us in uneasy silence as dawn threatens the horizon, the blood moon finally dimming behind a veil of cloud. Silver Lake is miles behind us, but its echo clings to my bones—the howl, the kneeling wolves, the certainty that something ancient has been loosed into the world.Sofia walks beside me, wrapped in one of my coats, her steps steady despite the strain still threading through her body. The bond between us has changed. It no longer pulls—it listens. Waiting.Every patrol we pass lowers its head.Some drop to one knee without realizing it.That alone makes the meeting unavoidable.By the time the manor gates close behind us, sentinels are already whispering. Scouts report unusual movements along the borders. Messengers arrive breathless with news of Elders sealing territories, of Council symbols burned into trees like threats.This is no longer a rumor.This is an escalation.I call the war cou

The banner appears first.Black cloth edged with silver thread, raised high on a spear as it crests the ridge beyond Moonveil’s eastern border. No insignia. No pack mark. Just a deliberate absence where allegiance should be.A false truce.The sentries feel it before they see him.The air changes—thickens, as if the land itself recoils. Wolves on patrol slow, then stop altogether. Hackles rise. Teeth are bare without conscious thought. Even the trees seem to lean away from the approaching figures, leaves trembling though no wind blows.Whispers ripple along the border like a sickness.Banished.Ghos

They do not return to Moonveil.Not after the forest.Not after the way the air itself seemed to recoil from Sofia’s power, after the way immortal flesh had turned to ash beneath her instinctive strike. The manor would be a beacon now—too visible, too predictable.Theo does not say it aloud, but Sofia feels the decision settle into him like armor.They disappear before dawn.The sanctuary lies far beyond the patrol routes, hidden where the forest grows old and feral. Roots as thick as walls twist over moonrock cliffs, sealing away a place that has not felt footsteps in centuries. The entrance reveals itself only when Theo presses his palm to a weathered stone marker etched with symbols older than any pack law.The earth exhales.Stone shifts.A passage yawns open beneath the roots, swallowing them whole.SofiaThe air inside the ruins hums.Not with danger—but with memory.Moonlight filters down through cracks in the ceiling, catching on broken pillars and shattered altars. The walls

The sanctuary does not stay silent for long.The moment the scroll seals itself, the hum beneath the stone shifts—deepening, straining, as if the ancient ruins are suddenly aware they have been discovered.Then comes the sound.Footsteps.Too many.Too careless to be packed.Theo’s head snaps up, every muscle coiling as his wolf surges forward.“We’re not alone,” he says, voice low.The words barely leave his mouth when the first explosion of stone echoes through the outer chamber. 

The moon is wrong.That is the first thing Sofia notices.It hangs too low in the sky, swollen and darkened, its pale surface bleeding into shades of crimson that stain the clouds drifting across it. Blood moons are rare—bound to strict cycles, predicted generations in advance by Skywatchers who charted the heavens long before the Council learned to weaponize prophecy.This one should not exist.And yet it does.Skywatch Tower rises above Moonveil like a spear aimed at the heavens, its spiral stairs carved from white stone veined with moonrock. From here, the entire territory stretches outward—forests, rivers, and borders drawn and redrawn by centuries of bloodshed.Tonight, every wolf feels it.Howls echo from distant ridges. Patrols halt mid-step. Even the most disciplined sentinels glance skyward, unease rippling through their ranks.The blood moon has risen days ahead of prophecy.And nothing good ever comes early.TheoThe moment the moon breaches the cloud cover, my wolf snarls.