บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha Heir’s Secret Mate in Silverfang Academy: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 28

Blood still stained my hands when I touched her. It was her blood. Hours had passed since the fight, since I’d carried her broken body through the flames and through the screams, but it was still there—drying under my nails, staining the lines of my palms. No amount of scrubbing had washed it away. And maybe I didn’t want it gone. Maybe I needed it there, a reminder of what I’d almost lost. Lena lay in the infirmary bed, pale under the torchlight, her chest rising shallow beneath the sheets. Her lashes cast faint shadows on her cheeks. The bruises across her ribs peeked out where the bandages didn’t reach. I sat at her side, unmoving, my chair pulled so close my knees brushed the frame of her bed. I hadn’t left since I’d carried her here. I wouldn’t. Because every time her breath faltered, I thought mine might stop too. The healers muttered behind me, their voices low, their instructions urgent. None of it mattered. My eyes stayed locked on her face. My hand stayed wra

The courtyard was too quiet when we stepped into it. Usually it buzzed at this hour—students hurrying between lectures, wolves sparring in the training pits, gossip crackling from every corner. But today, silence pressed down heavy. Kael’s hand gripped mine tighter. His body blocked me slightly as we walked, his shoulders broad, his chest tense. His wolf was awake, pacing under his skin. Something was wrong. Then I saw it. The center of the courtyard had been cleared. A platform stood there, makeshift but solid, wood dragged from the training grounds. A banner of Silverfang colors hung behind it, the crest of the Fenrir family bold against the fabric. And Selene stood on the platform. Her hair shone like spun gold in the sunlight. Her uniform skirt had been pressed crisp, her blouse cut just enough to draw eyes. She held a microphone, her smile sweet as poison. Students crowded the edges of the courtyard, phones already lifted, eyes sharp with hunger. Selene’s voic

KAEL. My wolf wouldn’t settle. The moment that Council snake walked away, the fury in my chest turned molten. Every instinct screamed to rip the letter apart, storm the Council chambers, and tear down their marble walls until the elders bled apologies at my feet. But Lena’s shaking hand in mine had stopped me. Her fear had chained me to stillness when every bone in me wanted war. Now, hours later, I prowled my father’s private hall, the Council’s seal still burning against my palm. Magnus Fenrir sat at the end of the chamber, draped in black and silver robes, his presence filling the room like thunder before a storm. He didn’t rise when I entered. He didn’t need to. His wolf weighed heavy in the air, pressing down on mine, reminding me that he wasn’t just Alpha of Silverfang — he was my Alpha. I hated the way my wolf bowed inside me. “You disobeyed me,” he said at last, his voice low, measured, dangerous. I clenched my jaw. “I defended my mate.” His gaze sharpened, s

The silver burned the moment it touched my skin. Chains hissed against my wrists, my ankles, coiling like serpents until I was bound to the ritual dais. Every instinct screamed to tear free, to shift, to run—but the silver bit deeper with each attempt, searing through my veins, blistering my skin. My wolf whimpered inside me, trapped and powerless. The Council chamber had gone silent. Dozens of eyes watched from the shadows, eager for a crack, a scream, a sign that the omega girl wasn’t strong enough to stand in their sacred circle. Selene stood at the edge of the platform, her smile wickedly sweet, golden hair gleaming like a crown. She wanted me to break. She needed it. “Begin,” the Head Councilor commanded. The floor beneath me lit with runes, carved deep into the stone, filling with crimson light as one of the elders sliced a blade across my palm. Blood dripped into the grooves, sizzling as though the stone drank it. Pain exploded through me. Not from the cut, but from