Semua Bab The hidden past of my Alpha king and Me: Bab 81 - Bab 90

It was much later, did unease began to creep in.It was subtle at first. A sense that I’d spoken too freely, too plainly. That some truths, once written, could not be unwritten.I tried to shake it off.We were already standing on a fault line. Secrets wouldn’t save us now.Still, as night settled and the keep grew quiet, I found myself staring at the sealed letter longer than necessary, a faint tension coiling in my chest.I told myself it was nothing. I was wrong.Scott spoke first not to anyone else, but to meTonight only mirrored my dilemma back at me. Every choice I had made in the last few weeks pressed there, heavy and unresolved.“I did what I thought was best,” I murmured, more to steady myself than to convince my heart.The letter was still folded in my hand.Meanwhile at the Blue moon pack, Scott stood at the centre of the field when an eagle brought the parchment.I had read it three times already. Bobby’s hand was familiar, o

I saw my mother, she looked vibrant, laughing, holding me in her arms as if I were the most precious thing in existence. And then her laughter quiet down as a shadow fell on her. She ran desperate, chased, her scream swallowed by the wind. Her death had been swift, cruel, deliberate. The edge of betrayal cut deep, and I understood the weight of what had been stolen from me.And then my father. A man I had never truly seen properly, eyes hard but kind, standing over the remnants of a life that had been torn apart. I felt his absence as a presence, a void shaping everything. The first time I realized the gravity of the blood that ran in me, I understood that I carried more than lineage. I carried memory, history, vengeance, and hope.The spring responded to that. To me. To everything I was, and everything I had lost.I sank deeper into the water, letting it swirl around me, letting the light consume the edges of the spring. Each movement, each breath, seemed to bind me cl

Adam rolled the scroll back up with deliberate care, as if the parchment itself could overhear us.“We can’t stop the ritual outright, without risking revealing ourselves too soon.”Light nodded. “The Queen has already layered protections around it. Political ones. Magical ones. If the ritual is interrupted openly, she will frame it as an act of aggression by the blue Moon Pack.”Kaid’s jaw tightened. “So we sabotage it.”Adam’s mouth curved, just barely. “Exactly.”He stepped closer to the table, resting his palms against its surface. “Rituals like this depend on alignment and timing. One imbalance is enough to cause havoc.”Light added, “But it must be subtle. If she senses resistance, she’ll adapt.”My mind was already racing ahead. “What does the ritual need?” I asked. “Not in theory. In practice.”Adam’s eyes flicked to Light, then back to me. “Three anchors,” he said. “A focus relic. A blood channel. And a living conduit.”Kaid went still. “

Alpha Dustin — Icewood The cold here was not cruel rather it was honest. It would strip you down to what you were and judged you accordingly. Alpha Dustin had learned long ago to listen to it, to let it sharpen rather than harden him.That was why the Queen chose him.She did not arrive in spectacle. No fire. No mirrors. No serpent’s shadow crawling across the walls. She came the way true power always did... already inside.Dastin felt her before he saw her. The temperature dropped.“You sent for me,” he said, bowing his head not in submission, but in acknowledgment.The Queen stood near the tall windows, crimson fabric a violent contrast against Icewood’s pale stone. Her expression was calm. Too calm.“There will be a ceremonial ritual,” she said without preamble. “On the night of the full moon.”Dastin’s jaw tightened slightly. He said nothing.“It concerns the spring,” she continued. “The one you were warned never to seek.”His eyes flicke

Adam stood with his back against the cold stone. Light lingered a few steps away from him. Their expression drawn tight with something close to grief. Below them, pack member studies continued as if nothing was wrong scribes moving parchment, guards pacing familiar routes, life unfolding with dangerous normalcy.And yet everything was wrong."Arya. She’s stronger,” Light said at last, his voice barely more than a breath. “Much stronger than she should be by now.”Adam didn’t answer immediately. His gaze remained fixed on the far corridor where the Seer had disappeared earlier, her presence still echoing like a bruise in the air.“Yes, and that’s exactly why this is dangerous.” he said finally.Light turned to him sharply. “Dangerous for who?”“For everyone,” Adam replied. “Including her.”They fell silent again.From their hidden point, they could sense movements across the grounds. Dastin’s calculated steps, the Queen’s distant fury and the seer gro