All Chapters of The Alpha's chosen One : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The morning after the attack feels different—heavy, almost too still. The kind of silence that presses against your ears and makes your heartbeat sound too loud. I stand at the highest balcony of the Alpha wing, staring over the Silvercrest territory as the sun pushes through a low fog. The houses look peaceful, smoke curling from chimneys, pups running across the training yard. But what lies beneath that calm…? Fear. Whispers. Doubt.And all of it is directed at me.I grip the stone railing, my fingers tightening until the cold bites into my skin. I should feel stronger after defeating the shadowbeast and protecting my pack—but instead, all I feel is the weight of a crown I didn’t ask for but now have no choice but to wear.Footsteps approach behind me.I don’t turn. I already know the scent—pine, winter air, and something dark and familiar.Liam.“Selene,” he says softly, the way my name always sounds different from his lips. “The council is gathering in the main hall. They’re waiti

The night air had teeth.Cold. Sharp. Unforgiving.It bit into my skin as I paced the northern perimeter, my senses stretched tight like a drawn bow. Something felt wrong—deeply wrong. The trees whispered with faint tremors that didn’t belong to the wind, and my wolf prowled beneath my skin, unsettled and alert.The threat we’d been preparing for… it wasn’t waiting anymore.It was already here.A twig snapped to my left.I froze.Not out of fear—out of calculation. Every instinct in me sharpened. The warriors stationed behind me stiffened, hands drifting toward weapons.“Stay back,” I whispered.They obeyed instantly.I stepped quietly toward the treeline, each footfall silent, controlled. The scent hit me before I saw the figure—faint, but wrong enough to set every nerve on fire.Not Bloodfang.Not Liam.Not even a rogue.Enemy.I moved faster.A shadow darted between the trees, swift and desperate. For a moment, I thought they might slip away, but my wolf surged inside me, flooding

The warning howl tore through the night like a blade.It wasn’t a patrol call. It wasn’t a scout’s signal.It was the kind of howl my pack hadn’t heard in years—deep, urgent, vibrating through the earth with one message:They’re here.I was already halfway down the stairs of the pack house before the echo faded. My wolf surged forward, claws scraping against the inside of my ribs. She was ready to tear into anything that threatened what was ours.Liam was behind me instantly, barefoot, breath uneven. “Selene—what’s happening?”“The enemy pack,” I said, voice sharp. “They’ve crossed into Bloodfang territory.”His eyes widened, but he didn’t hesitate. “What do you need me to do?”I should’ve told him to stay inside. To remain somewhere safe. To protect the bond we’d barely begun to understand.But something inside me—wolf or instinct—refused the thought of him being anywhere but beside me.“Stay close,” I said instead. “And don’t leave my sight.”He nodded once, determined.Outside, the

I didn’t go back to my room after the interrogation.Sleep was a luxury I could no longer afford.The word weapon echoed in my head like a curse, repeating over and over until it scraped against my skull. An experiment. Created. Lost. Reclaimed.No.Liam was not something forged in another Alpha’s cruelty. He was not a tool to be recovered or destroyed. He breathed. He feared. He cared. He laughed softly when he thought no one was listening.He was mine.And the idea that someone had dared to touch him, shape him, break him—long before he ever stumbled into my territory—lit a fire so deep inside me that my wolf snarled, restless and violent.I stopped outside the door to the healing room.I could feel him before I saw him. The bond tugged gently now, no longer frantic, but cautious. Like he was afraid to pull too hard in case I vanished.I pushed the door open quietly.Liam lay awake on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He turned his head the moment I entered, relief flashing across hi

The night after a battle is always the heaviest.Not because of the dead—that grief comes later—but because of the silence that follows victory. It presses down on the skin, seeps into the bones, and reminds you that surviving comes with a cost.I stood on the eastern watchtower, arms crossed over my chest, staring into the darkness beyond our borders. The forest was quiet again, deceptively peaceful. Too peaceful. Smoke from extinguished fires still clung to the air, mixing with the metallic tang of blood that hadn’t yet faded from the earth.Behind me, my pack slept—or tried to. The injured rested under watchful healers. The warriors who could still stand had taken shifts guarding the perimeter, eyes sharp, bodies tense.No one trusted the quiet.Neither did I.I could feel Liam even from here.The mate bond pulsed steadily in my chest, no longer frantic, but strong—anchoring. He was asleep now, the healers’ herbs finally pulling him under. Every slow, even breath of his soothed the