Semua Bab Alpha’s Undoing:Marked but Moonless: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The wind was bitter that morning, laced with frost and silence, it was the kind of silence that clung to Zara Quinn’s skin like a second layer of shame. She stood at the edge of the Gema Pack’s northern courtyard, watching her sisters train beneath the cold light of the rising moon. Swords clashed, bodies moved in practiced rhythm, and battle cries rang out like songs of inheritance. She didn’t belong among them. She never had. Not with her wolfless blood, not with her father’s contempt strangling her name at every turn. The others wore their heritage like armor, they were the children of Alpha Lucas Quinn, golden warriors of strength and transformation. Zara wore hers like a curse; a quiet reminder of what weakness looked like in a world ruled by dominance.She pulled her shawl tighter around her thin frame and turned away, boots crunching across the brittle frost. Her breath misted in the air, trailing behind her like a ghost. She didn’t need to see the looks they threw when they t

The great hall was alive with warmth and sound, everything that Zara’s insides were not. Fire roared the twin hearths that flanked the long wooden room, casting firelight on the walls, but it did nothing to thaw the cold pit lodged in her stomach. Laughter echoed across vaulted beams, tankards clinked, and meat sizzled on platters carried by servants too exhausted to meet anyone’s gaze. The scent of roasted venison and spiced mead hung thick in the air, making her stomach twist not with hunger, but with dread. She stood at the edge of the room like a statue draped in shadow, her hands pressed to her sides, and her head bowed just enough to appear respectful without seeming broken. She didn’t look for him but she could feel Hunter’s presence like a storm cloud overhead, brimming with power, unmoved by his surroundings, and watching like a lion targeting a zebra.When the Alpha finally stepped into the hall, silence followed like a curtain falling. Every eye turned. Hunter didn’t bask

It was another bad day, as Zara knew that the only way to be out of that caged quarter was to become a member of the pack. But that isn't easy to be, because she's just a property.And if she isn't a member, it won't be possible to like that quarter which makes her training with ma Erena impossible.So she did the unthinkable. She went to the training master and told him that she was ready to become a member…. Which indirectly means a servant and not a property, a gift from a rival.And that was how they ended up in the sparring ring that was already soaked with blood by the time they dragged her to it. The earth was dark with sweat and bruises, grooved with claw marks and footprints of those who had come before her, strong, fast, and trained. Zara was none of those things. Her bare feet sank into the dirt as she was shoved forward, her arms stiff from yesterday’s scrubbing, her back aching from the stone she slept on. Above her, the morning sun bled through a gray sky, casting long

Zara woke drenched in sweat, the thin blanket clinging to her back, her fingers curling into the sheets as if she could hold herself together.The nightmare hadn’t ended when her eyes opened; it had only shifted. Wolves surrounded her in a clearing, their eyes reflecting silver and gold light, their jaws parted in silent snarls. She tried to back away, but her feet felt rooted to the scorched earth beneath her, the ground cracked and smoky. One of them stepped closer, its paw sinking into the fissures, and Zara could feel the weight of its gaze pressing against her chest.Her body moved without thought, a shiver running through her spine as she reached out with trembling hands, almost expecting to touch something solid. The wolf’s eyes locked with hers, and in that instant, she saw a flash of Hunter, he was standing at the edge of the clearing, half-hidden, his face unreadable but undeniably familiar. The other wolves parted slightly, almost reverently, and she felt a strange pull t

The moon hung low, spilling pale light across the quiet garden behind the servants’ quarters. Zara moved carefully through the shadows, with her feet so silent against the paths, her hands clutching a small bundle of cloth and herbs she had stolen from the kitchens. Ma Erene waited near the edge of the garden, leaning on her staff, her eyes reflecting the faint moonlight as if she had been carved from it. “Late again,” she murmured without accusation, voice rough from age but steady. Zara hesitated, then knelt on the stone beside her.“I tried my best today,” she said, with a low voice.“But you know you have to practice.” Ma Erene said as her lips twitched, almost a smile. “You’ll learn faster if you survive the mistakes,” she said again, then gestured toward the yard.The first exercise was deceptively simple. Zara was to move through a maze of low walls and scattered stones without being seen, her body blending with the shadows. Ma Erene’s instructions were curt. “Your body is