Semua Bab The Hidden Alpha: Bab 1 - Bab 5

Serena’s POVThe council chamber smelled of age and power, like parchment burned to ash.I sat on the dais beside my father, Alpha Magnus Draven, overlooking the long oak table where the elders of the Ironfang Pack debated. His shoulders were still broad, his presence still commanding, but the faint tremor in his hands betrayed the truth—his body was failing even if his spirit was not.I straightened, trying to borrow that same steel. Deep down, I knew I didn’t belong here. This was a table for Alphas, for men who wielded strength and legacy like weapons. To them, I was neither.The voices around me clashed—sharp, clipped. They never once dared to say my brother’s name aloud, but I heard the shadow of it in every word.Gone. Slain in a renegade ambush six months ago.His death left a void, and now the pack’s stability teetered on the edge of that emptiness.“There is no male heir,” Elder Fenrick finally declared, his gravelly tone carrying finality. He turned toward my father, his lon

Serena’s POVAlpha Magnus Draven looked up from the parchment he had been reviewing, his features carved in stern lines. But when his eyes met mine, the severity eased.“Serena,” he said, his voice gentling as he set the scroll aside. “Why do you look so grave, child?”I forced a small smile, stepping closer as I held out the letter Kael had forged. “Papa, we need to talk.”He accepted the parchment but didn’t open it immediately. His dark brows lifted. “And what is this?”“I’ve been listening,” I said carefully, shaping each word before I let it pass. “To you. To the council. To all of them saying this pack needs a strong Alpha. And that they’d never allow a woman to lead.”Concern flickered across his face. “Go on.”“So… I applied to Selvara Academy,” I confessed, my heart slamming against my ribs. “I told no one. Not even you. I didn’t know if they’d accept me. But I couldn’t keep fighting a losing battle. If I can’t be the Alpha Ironfang needs—”I swallowed, forcing the words out

Serena’s POV (as Kael)The academy klaxon ripped me out of sleep before dawn, a brass note that rattled my bones. I shot upright, heart hammering, and my hand flew beneath the blanket on instinct.Flat.A shaky breath slid out of me. The concealment still held—broad shoulders, straight lines, no softness left to betray me. Serena was buried; Kael Draven stood in her place.I dressed fast—coarse training tunic, boots laced tight with clumsy, trembling fingers. Every muscle throbbed from a night spent sleeping too still, too careful. The cot had been nothing but a battlefield of restraint, every twitch monitored so I wouldn’t roll onto my side and give myself away.This wasn’t a normal morning. It was the first trial. The one that would decide whether I could stand shoulder to shoulder with boys bred for war—or whether I’d be flung out into disgrace before I’d even begun.Outside, the world was iron-gray and bristling. Recruits clustered across the yard, laughing too loud, stretching li