All Chapters of The hidden past of my Alpha king and Me: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The months and pregnancy had chiseled her beauty into something refined but lifeless, her smile a frostbitten thing that never reached her eyes. And beside her—my chest tightened not from ache—aquaintance, before I forced myself to meet his gaze—sat kory.He looked the same as before. That was the cruelest part. The same strong jaw, the same golden hair tied loosely at his nape, the same steady eyes that had once promised her the world. But the warmth that had once drawn her to him was gone. What stared back now was a stranger wearing a familiar face.“Arya,” he said softly, as if the name itself were fragile.“kory.” I nodded curtly. I took my seat without hesitation, Bobby stood behind my shoulder like a drawn blade.Then the final guest moved.The Queen of the Red Moon Pack was seated opposite Alpha Daston. The last time i remembered she rarely ever visit. She had not risen to greet me, nor did she need to. The air seemed to bend around her—the light dulled,

My heart raced . Yet I pressed my fingers along the seam until i felt the slight give of a latch, hidden just beneath the wood grain. It opened with a soft, reluctant click.Inside lay a handful of sealed envelopes. Most bore my father’s crest — the familiar silver wolf of their bloodline. But one was different.It was bound in black wax, the seal unmarked except for a single vertical line — simple, clean, and unnerving. The parchment itself was darker, almost gray, as if time had already touched it though it looked newly made.It piqued my interest When i lifted it, the faintest pulse traveled through my fingertips — a thrum like the echo of a heartbeat, faint but undeniably there.I froze. My wolf hawled in recognition to the seal.I gasped quickly withdrawing my hands from it. It stopped the moment I withdrew my hand, leaving only silence.I stared at it for a long time, my pulse matching its ghost rhythm. Then, carefully, i broke the seal.The

Then the room was empty again. The wards sealed. The candle flickered once — then went out.Kaid stood there in the dark, his breath slow, his mind burning.He could still hear Adam's last words echoing in his skull, heavy as iron:The thing that hunts her wears the shape of what she loves most.He clenched his fists.No more hesitation.No more waiting.When dawn fully broke, the Alpha of Red moon would begin to move his pieces.----------------------------------------------Kaid povI couldn't sleep throughout the night, Dark and Ravage kept stirring my emotions. As soon as first light of dawn bled through the frost-tinted windows of Red moon pack, I stood at the northern terrace, cloak brushing the cold stone, eyes fixed on the horizon where the forests stretched like a sleeping beast.Adams words hadn’t left me.The echoes of his words rang deep in my pulse. Something beneath your land. He had said.I could still feel that hum — fai

The night stretched long in the ice wood pack, heavy with unspoken things. Candles burned low in their sconces, throwing gold over the marble floors and the veined tapestries that bore the sigil of my father’s line — the crescent wolf beneath the red crown. It was beautiful, regal, and somehow… wrong.I walked through the corridors with my cloak drawn close, the echo of my boots soft against the stone. Behind me, Bobby followed at a respectful distance. He said nothing, but i felt his presence like a blade still sheathed — reliable, ready, but always assessing.I paused before the great door of the council library — a vault of secrets older than most of the pack itself. The guards were gone. I had made sure of it; a whispered command from the Alpha king mate, was enough to buy me a few hours of solitude.I pressed my palm to the carved wolf emblem. The door sighed open.“Keep watch,” I muttered.Bobby nodded once. “If I hear anything, I’ll make a distraction.”

I stood at the far end of the war chamber, my back to the fire, arms crossed over my chest. The map of the northern borders before me, pinned down by daggers, the edges curled due to the heat. The rest of my men in the room waited in silence.Campbell leaned against the table’s edge.Scot and Campbell stood opposite each other. And between them was Eldric — the last of my father’s old council.I let the silence stretch. intensionally creating tension in the room. Silence makes the guilty fidget.Outside, the snow drizzled brushing against my window, leaving some snow flakes on it.Finally, i spoke. My voice was low, deliberate and powerful.“Two days ago, shadows moved along our southern border. No insignia. No scent trail. Whoever they were, they knew how to mask themselves.”Scott brow furrowed. “You think they were scouts from the Red Moon territory?”My gaze flickered to him. He had just recently came back from a mission. “I don’t think. I know.”