Semua Bab Alpha Rex.: Bab 41 - Bab 50

The courtyard went deathly still. Rex stared at Isabella like she’d just pulled a blade from her sleeve and held it to his throat. The torches flickered, shadows stretching long over the stone, turning the space into something that felt more like a battlefield than a garden. “You don’t know what you’re asking,” he repeated, but his voice wasn’t steady anymore. Isabella didn’t flinch. “I know exactly what I’m asking. I’m tired of being protected in whispers and traded in silence. If I’m standing beside you, I want it to mean something.” Rex’s jaw clenched so hard Ash heard his teeth grind from the corridor. “If I claim you,” Rex said slowly, “every Alpha who ever wanted to test me will use you as the blade. Thane won’t stop. He’ll escalate. He’ll try to take you.” “Let him try,” Isabella shot back. “At least then I’ll know where I stand.” “You’ll be standing in blood.” “Then don’t let me stand alone.” The words hit Rex straight in the chest. He stepped closer, close enough th

Steel sang melodies. The first Redcliff blade came down, and in that instant, the grand hall of Blackthorn exploded into violence. Rex shoved Isabella behind him just as a warrior lunged. Rex caught the attacker by the throat, lifting him clean off the ground before slamming him into the marble floor with bone-crushing force. The crack echoed like a gunshot. Blood sprayed across Rex’s boots. “Stay with Ash!” Rex roared. Ash was already pulling Isabella back, shielding her as wolves shifted mid-stride, bodies tearing and reforming as claws and fangs burst through skin. The air was thick with the copper tang of blood and the sharp musk of rage. Thane moved like a shadow through the chaos, carving a path straight toward them. “Get her out!” Rex barked. Isabella twisted in Ash’s grip. “No! Rex—” A Redcliff wolf slammed into Ash, knocking him back. Isabella stumbled, heart slamming in her chest and suddenly she was exposed. Thane was there in a blink. His hand closed around her

*Flashback* Long before Isabella ever set foot in Blackthorn, before Rex’s name was spoken in the same breath as hers, the decision had already been made. She just hadn’t been told. The chamber beneath the old council hall was lit by a single ring of blue flame, its unnatural glow casting warped shadows along the ancient stone walls. Only a handful of figures stood within the circle. Elders, Alphas, and one silent observer cloaked in gray. “No,” one of the elders said sharply. “Sending her to Blackthorn is reckless.” “It’s necessary,” another replied. “If Redcliff is already sniffing around, then others won’t be far behind.” A low growl rippled through the chamber. “The girl doesn’t even know,” a third voice added. “She’s untrained. Unaware.” “That’s the point,” the cloaked figure said quietly. “Awareness would make her a target faster.” “She already is a target,” the first elder snapped. “You don’t move a piece like her without consequences.” Silence followed. Then the nam

They had sworn never to speak of it again. Not to each other. Not to the elders. Not even to the gods who had witnessed it. Isabella’s father stood alone in the hidden chamber beneath the estate, torchlight casting warped shadows along the curved stone walls. This place predated packs, predated law. Older than hierarchy, older than mercy. The air smelled of iron and ash, just as it had that night. That cursed, necessary night. Her mother descended the steps behind him, slower now, grief dragging at her limbs. “You brought me here because you can’t lie to me anymore.” He didn’t turn. “No. I brought you here because the lie is breaking.” At the center of the chamber lay the altar, black stone veined with silver, etched with runes that refused to stay still. They shimmered faintly, responding to Isabella’s name even now. “She was a child,” her mother whispered. “Barely breathing. Do you remember how small she was?” “I remember the silence,” he said hoarsely. “No heartbeat. No cry

Redcliff territory bled red at dusk. The land itself seemed to bristle as Rex crossed the border. Trees leaning inward, the air thick with challenge and warning. Ash followed half a step behind, along with six of Blackthorn’s strongest wolves, all silent, all lethal. Rex didn’t bother hiding his presence. He wanted Thane to feel him coming. The pull in his chest intensified with every mile. Not pain but direction. Isabella was somewhere ahead, alive, awake… and angry. He could feel it in the way the bond tugged, sharp and insistent, like a blade hooked beneath his ribs. “She’s underground,” Ash muttered, pausing briefly to press his palm to the earth. “Stone. Old construction.” Rex nodded once. “Then we don’t knock.” They reached the outer stronghold just as night fully claimed the sky. Redcliff guards spotted them immediately. Shouts rising and weapons drawn. Rex didn’t slow. He lifted his head and let his alpha power roll outward in a brutal wave. “Alpha Thane,” his voice