Semua Bab Claimed by the Damned Alpha King: Bab 151 - Bab 160

Chapter 151: The Dark King's GameTHORNE'S POVI'd killed Malachar Ashford.I remembered it very clearly, the way his blood had looked black in the moonlight, the sound his neck made when it snapped, the absolute certainty that he was dead when we'd burned his body to ash.Except apparently, I hadn't killed him at all.Which meant everything, every single thing we'd believed about Morgana, about her grief, about why she'd taken Greta, was a lie.They'd been playing us from the start.'This is bad,' my Lycan, I could perceive the smug appearing on his face. 'This is really, catastrophically bad. And Charming.’"How?" I demanded, my voice coming out rougher than intended. "I killed you. I felt you die.""You felt what we wanted you to feel," Malachar said, amused. "My wife is talented with illusion magic, if you hadn't noticed. What you killed was a very convincing construct. The real me has been somewhere much more interesting, perfecting the magic needed for our true purpose.""Which

Chapter 153: DesperationAVELINE'S POVI thought watching my mother being ripped apart was going to be the most painful thing ever, but it wasn’t, but watching Raven die while each and every one of us couldn’t do anything was the most antagonizing thing ever.It wasn’t just physically. Nor the way using too much magic broke my body.This was different. Deeper. The kind of break that doesn't heal right, that leaves a permanent damage, a permanent trauma that couldn’t be spoken about.She'd been kind to me from the start. Patient. Understanding. Never treated me like I was less for being omega, for being wolfless, for being broken. Gave me a chance, accepted me.And now she was just... gone.Burned alive in some twisted ritual while we all stood there useless.'We need to run,' Aries said urgently. 'Aveline, we need to run RIGHT NOW—'But my legs wouldn't move. Couldn't move. I was frozen, watching Thorne fight against impossible odds, watching our warriors fall one by one, watching ev

Chapter 155: Broken PiecesAVELINE'S POVI woke up three days after the mountains, and the first thing I felt was guilt.It wasn’t infection whispering poison, though it was definitely there, louder than ever. But real, genuine guilt that sat in my chest.Raven was dead because of me.Eighteen warriors were dead because of me.Everyone who survived was traumatized because of me.All because I existed. Because I was pregnant with a baby that apparently could make people into gods. And because I was too stubborn to stay back and not listen.'Stop it,' Aries said firmly. 'That's not fair and you know it.''How is it not fair? They want my baby. They killed Raven to get closer to my baby. If I wasn't pregnant—''If you weren't pregnant, Morgana would still be evil. Malachar would still be alive. They'd just have a different plan. This isn't about you, Aveline. This is about them being monsters.'She had a point. Didn't make the guilt go away, but she had a point.I forced myself out of be

Chapter 157: War PreparationsTHORNE'S POVPlanning a war in three days was borderline impossible.But we didn't have a choice.The war room was packed—territory leaders, military strategists, magical specialists, healers trying to coordinate supply chains. Everyone shouting over each other, everyone certain their approach was correct, everyone stressed beyond measure.I wanted to tell them all to shut the fuck up. Wanted to impose order through sheer force of will and Alpha King command.But that's what the old me would've done. The cursed version who ruled through fear and control.This version, the one Aveline had helped create, needed to be smarter. Ruthless, yes, but smarter."ENOUGH." My voice cut through the noise. Calm. But sharp enough to make the entire room fall silent."We're not getting anywhere like this. So here's how this is going to work. Taylor handles troop coordination. Dante handles magical defense strategies. The Dragon King handles aerial assault planning. Every

Chapter 159: The Assault BeginsAVELINE'S POVThe Ashford fortress looked like something out of a nightmare.There were Massive stone walls carved directly into the mountain, dark magic visible in the air around. Corrupted wolves patrolled the battlements, hundreds of them, their movements in the same sync in a way that made my skin tingle with disgust.And at the center of it all, a tower that stretched up impossibly high, crowned with a red sort of flames that was so visible in the sky."That's where they are," Dante said quietly beside me. We were crouched in the tree line about half a mile out, watching the fortress."Malachar and Morgana. Top of the tower. I can feel the magic radiating from there.""How many corrupted wolves can you count?" Thorne asked."At least four hundred on the walls. Probably more inside." Dante lowered the binoculars. "This is a suicide mission.""Good thing we're not planning to die then," I said with more confidence than I felt.'This is insane,' Aries