Lahat ng Kabanata ng Her Ruthless Alpha: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 53

SofiaThe screech of silver-tipped arrows slicing through the suffocating air of the High Council Chamber was the last sound that belonged to the world we were leaving behind.We didn't just run; we broke through the closing iron doors like a pair of dying stars tearing through the fabric of space. Theo’s broadsword carved a brutal, flashing arc through the first line of Council enforcers, his monstrous strength amplified by the bleeding silver chain in our chests. My palms burned, throwing out ragged bursts of white moonfire that melted the incoming arrows into liquid metal before they could pierce our skin.But the flight from the obsidian amphitheater was nothing compared to the violent, magnetic drag that seized my marrow the moment we hit the cold mountain air.The High Council’s universal kill order echoed from the peaks behind us, carried on the waves of the ancient war-horns. Yet my feet weren't obeying the logical path of escape. They were climbing. Every step away from the c

TheoThe sound of my own pulse in my ears was deafening, a wet, heavy thudding that drowned out the frantic boots of the sentinels carrying the stretcher down the mountain. The echo of the name she had whispered on the summit still hung in the freezing air like a curse, lingering long after the blood moon’s red glow had faded into a sickly, ash-colored dawn. I carried her through the arched doors of the Temple Infirmary myself, refusing to let the trembling hands of the pack healers touch her. The infirmary was a cavernous chamber carved from cold moonstone, smelling sharply of dried rowanberries, crushed silver-leaf, and old blood. The air inside was heavy, thick with the scent of fear and the ozone residual of her divine outburst. I laid Sofia gently onto the stone slab at the center of the room. She looked impossibly small, wrapped in the dark woolen coat that was now stained with my blood and the soot of