Semua Bab The Alpha Heir’s Secret Mate in Silverfang Academy: Bab 11 - Bab 20

The Council chamber emptied like a funeral procession. Elders shuffled out in silence, whispers following in their wake, robes brushing the marble floor. None of them looked at me. They looked at Kael, at the faint glowing mark that had pulsed across his chest for everyone to see. The Alpha’s mark. I clutched my hoodie tight at the neckline, the same pulse thrumming under my skin. Every step out of that chamber felt like I was walking with a dagger strapped to my throat. Kael walked close behind me, his presence heavy, protective. Too protective. Students had gathered at the end of the corridor, whispering, craning for a glimpse of us. Their eyes darted between my collarbone and Kael’s chest, hungry for confirmation. Selene stood at the front. Her smile was sweet enough to rot teeth. “Well,” she said, her voice carrying, “it seems the rumors were true.” Phones lifted. My wolf clawed at my ribs, restless, hating the attention. Kael growled low, the sound vibrating through

SELENE. I hated her the moment I saw her. The little omega with her cheap hoodie and her downcast eyes, as if she didn’t know she had just ruined everything. I should’ve been Luna. Everyone knew it. I was born into it. Groomed for it. Years of perfect posture, flawless grades, alliances whispered into my ear since childhood. My family built me for Kael Fenrir. And then she came. Lena Ashbourne. The pathetic nobody with a father no one spoke about and a scent that made Kael look at her the way he should’ve been looking at me. I wanted to rip that look out of his eyes. Instead, I smiled. Because smiles are weapons too. The forged documents had been easier to plant than I expected. A quick trip to the archives, a copy of an old rogue report, the Fenrir seal forged by one of my father’s clerks. All it took was a drop of ink and the right whisper in the right ear. By morning, Lena wasn’t just an omega anymore. She was the daughter of a traitor. Perfect. The academy d

LENA The moon always looked sharper from the Council’s chamber. Its pale light poured through the glass dome, silver beams slicing across the marble floor. Tonight, that light felt like judgment. The chamber was packed. Elders in black robes sat high in their chairs. Professors lined the walls. Students crammed into the balconies, whispering, recording, waiting to see if the rumors would finally split into truth. At the center of it all stood me. An omega in a stolen hoodie. My heart beat so hard I thought the sound would echo off the marble. The mark beneath my collarbone pulsed faintly, a heartbeat of its own. Magnus Fenrir stood at the head of the chamber, his presence coiling like a chain around my throat. He didn’t need to speak to silence the room. His eyes were enough—silver, sharp, dissecting. “This proceeding,” he said finally, “is to determine the validity of a supposed mate bond between Kael Fenrir, heir of Silverfang, and this… girl.” The word sliced me in hal

The night smelled of rain. Clouds pressed low over Silverfang Academy, heavy and dark, the air wet and tense like the whole sky was waiting to break. I shouldn’t have left the barracks. Kael would’ve killed me if he knew. But I needed air, needed silence away from the whispers and the eyes and the bond gnawing at my skin. The courtyard was empty, the lamps flickering faintly. My footsteps echoed too loudly on the stone. Then I heard them. A laugh. Soft. Feminine. Too close. I spun. Selene stepped out from the shadows, her smile sharp, her phone glinting in her hand. Two girls flanked her, faces I recognized from her pack’s loyal circle. Their eyes glittered with the same cruel delight. “Out for a walk, omega?” Selene’s voice dripped honey. I froze. The girls circled me slowly, boots scraping against stone. Selene’s gaze dropped to my collarbone, where the bond mark pulsed faintly even through my hoodie. “Pathetic. You think that glowing scar makes you special?”

KAEL. The bell rang for classes the next morning, but no one went. The academy wasn’t a school anymore—it was a battlefield. Wolves split into groups in the courtyards, whispers tearing through the air, arguments breaking into snarls and fists. Professors tried to scatter them, but even they looked afraid. And at the center of every whisper was her name. Lena. Some said she’d cursed me. Some said she carried my pup. Some said the goddess herself had chosen her. I didn’t care what they said. I cared about the bruises still painted across her ribs, the bandages covering her wounds, the way her hand clung weakly to mine when I slipped back into the infirmary at dawn. She whispered my name in her sleep again. And every time, it tore me apart. I found Elias in the courtyard by midday, surrounded by students hanging on his every word. His jaw was still swollen from the fight, his lip split, but he looked proud of it, like the wounds were proof of his righteousness. “Sh