All Chapters of Alpha Kael And The Crimson Bloodline : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Darkness had no beginning here—only breath. Heavy, slow, ancient. I opened my eyes to nothing but the echo of my own heartbeat. Cold stone pressed against my palms as I pushed myself upright. The air was damp, thick with rot and whispers, like the cave itself was breathing.I turned slowly. The walls glimmered faintly under a blood-red glow that pulsed as if alive, veins of crimson light slithering along the rocks. It wasn’t just a place—it was a wound.And I was inside it.A voice sliced through the silence, deep and sharp.“Awake, Crimson child.”I turned and saw him.Varek—no, not Varek. I knew better now. His frame stood in front of the flickering red light, his shadow stretched impossibly long. The eyes… weren’t his. They were endless, swirling darkness with streaks of burning scarlet.Khaenat.He stepped forward, slow, deliberate, his boots echoing against the cold ground. Alder followed him, a few steps behind—her face unreadable but her eyes sharp, studying me like a weapon th

The ruins were still breathing when Varek’s scream shattered the silence.It wasn’t human anymore — not even wolf. The sound split the night like iron tearing through stone, reverberating through the air until even the trees seemed to recoil. His body arched unnaturally, limbs twisting, veins blackening under his skin. And then… the voice came.“Alpha… I will get her.”Khaenat’s tone dripped with venom and delight — a god tasting flesh again after centuries of starvation. His crimson eyes flared open in Varek’s skull, glowing brighter than the blood moon overhead.Kael’s jaw clenched as he rose to his feet, the wind howling around him like the ghosts of every fallen wolf. Behind him, Violet and Fenrak crouched near Rhea’s still body, her chest rising weakly, her pulse flickering like a candle at the edge of death.“Kael…” Violet whispered, terror freezing her throat. “He’s—”“I know,” Kael growled, his voice low and dangerous. His gaze never left Varek. “Khaenat’s back.”Varek — no, K

The wind outside the Draven Estate mourned like a spirit caught between worlds. Rain fell in rhythmic waves, whispering against the tall windows, washing the crimson stains that still lingered from the previous night’s storm. Inside, silence clung to every wall, every flickering candle — a silence too deep, too fragile.Rhea stood in the center of the main hall, her coat half-buttoned, her eyes dull with exhaustion. The faint glow of her violet irises had faded, replaced by a strange stillness. Fenrak waited by the doorway, his expression unreadable, yet the tightness in his jaw betrayed the storm brewing within him.Kael stood a few steps away — motionless, immense, his shadow stretching long across the marble floor. The firelight painted him in shades of gold and crimson, the Alpha’s presence both protective and heavy with something unsaid.“You’re sure about this?” Rhea’s voice broke softly, almost fragile, yet it carried weight.Kael nodded once. “Fenrak will take you far from Ash

The smoke hadn’t yet cleared when Alder stumbled toward the collapsed body.“Varek!” Her voice cracked, raw with panic. She fell to her knees beside him, pressing her trembling hand to his chest.There it was — faint, but steady.A heartbeat.He was alive.The red glow had faded from his eyes, leaving them dull and glassy, his lips parted as if struggling for air. The veins around his neck still shimmered faintly, like dying embers.Eloria stepped closer, brushing off the soot that clung to her robes. Her eyes, however, were fixed on the spot where Khaenat’s smoke had vanished — the air still hummed with unnatural energy.“Don’t touch him too much,” she warned coldly. “Khaenat’s essence lingers. The soul leaves a trail.”Alder ignored her, cupping Varek’s face gently. “He’s burning,” she whispered, voice breaking. “It’s like the fire’s inside him.”Marek crouched beside them, studying the faint pulse of red running beneath Varek’s skin. “It’s residue. Possession like that — it doesn’t

The morning light over Verona broke through a thin veil of fog, soft gold spilling across the skyline like honey. The city was alive — murmuring cars, clinking cups, the chatter of people chasing their day. It was nothing like Ashwood’s suffocating silence. Verona breathed. It pulsed with color and warmth, and for the first time in what felt like ages, Rhea could feel her heart keeping pace with it.Fenrak parked the G-Wagon by the old stone fountain at the center square. The marble lions spouted arcs of clear water that caught the sunlight in prisms, and pigeons fluttered overhead. Rhea stepped out, her boots clicking against the wet cobblestone. She stood for a moment, inhaling deeply, letting the air of her hometown fill her lungs.“Smells different here,” Fenrak said, stretching his arms behind his head. “Like rain and pastries.”Rhea laughed softly. “That’s Verona. It rains almost every morning, but the bakeries never close. My father used to say "this city wakes up with flour on