Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Fiance is Sleeping With My Step Sister : Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

The Great Hall of the Ironfang Pack was usually a place of council, of strategy, and the occasional boisterous celebration. Tonight, however, it held a different atmosphere – one of solemnity, of deep-seated purpose, and a quiet, gathering strength. The elders, their faces etched with the wisdom of generations, sat in their accustomed places, their gazes fixed on Adriana, who stood before them, a scroll unfurled in her hands. Joey stood beside her, a pillar of support, her presence a testament to their shared work and understanding.Adriana, though still grappling with the chilling confirmation of Leila's recent involvement, felt a surge of calm resolve. The weight of Elder Marcus’s writings, of Queen Anya’s foresight, and of her own burgeoning power, was no longer just a burden, but a blueprint. She had explained Anya’s lineage, the Ironfang Pack’s connection to her mother’s ancestral line, and the true nature of the prophecy – not of a destructive force, but of a Resonant Wolf embod

Devon stood on the ramparts of the Ironfang Pack’s stronghold, the biting wind whipping his cloak around him. The affirmation ritual in the Great Hall had been a success, a palpable surge of unity and purpose settling over the pack. He felt it, a strengthening of the invisible threads that bound him to his people, a deeper resonance with the ancestral land. Yet, beneath the renewed sense of resolve, a gnawing unease persisted. He had sent scouts to the northern territories again, discreetly, to gather any information about Elias’s recent activities and the King’s disposition. He couldn’t shake the feeling that the King’s decree was more than just a summons. His most trusted scout, Kaelen, a wiry wolf with eyes that missed nothing, arrived silently at his side. Kaelen’s usual stoic demeanor was tinged with urgency. “Alpha,” Kaelen began, his voice low and clipped. “Our sources within the capital have confirmed our worst fears. The decree is not merely a summons for you to account fo

The air within the Ironfang Pack’s stronghold buzzed with a quiet, purposeful energy. The King’s decree, branding Devon and Adriana as rebels and her power as a corrupting threat, had settled upon them like a chilling mist. While the affirmation ritual had bolstered their resolve, the reality of being declared enemies of the crown was a stark and dangerous prospect. Devon’s decision to accept the discreet overture from the Talon’s Crest Pack, a neutral territory known for its discretion, had been met with quiet approval by the elders. It was a calculated risk, a chance to regroup and forge alliances away from the immediate paranoia of the capital. Devon, his jaw set with grim determination, oversaw the preparations. A select group of his most loyal warriors, including Joey, who possessed a keen strategic mind and an intimate knowledge of pack lore, had been chosen to accompany him and Adriana. Their departure would be swift and discreet, aiming to avoid any further royal patrols or

The journey to Talon’s Crest had provided a crucial, if not temporary, sanctuary. Alpha Seraphina’s pragmatic neutrality offered Devon, Adriana, and their core group a respite from the immediate threat of royal capture. They had shared their truth, presenting the evidence of Elias’s manipulation and Anya’s true legacy, and Seraphina, while not brokering an immediate alliance, had granted them a safe haven and access to discreet intelligence channels. This information had been invaluable, confirming Elias’s tightening grip on the King and his subtle efforts to isolate them further. Now, however, their time in Talon's Crest was drawing to a close. They couldn't remain in hiding indefinitely.Devon, with his characteristic resolve, had recognized the need to move from passive sanctuary to active engagement, albeit strategic. The information they had gathered confirmed that Elias was not merely content with controlling the King and marginalizing Devon; his ultimate goal was to seize absol

The ancient stones of the shrine hummed with a new, volatile energy. Elias’s trap had been sprung, the King’s decree of condemnation echoing through the tense air, and the Royal Guard advancing with drawn swords. Devon, his sword alight with elemental fury, stood as a bulwark between his family, his pack, and the forces arrayed against them. Adriana, though tested by Leila’s raw magic and Patricia’s unsettling pronouncements, held firm, her golden aura flickering but not extinguished, fueled by the collective affirmation of the Ironfang Pack.“You will not take us!” Devon’s voice boomed, the sound amplified by the charged atmosphere of the shrine. His elemental power surged, a palpable force that made the very ground tremble. The Ironfang warriors, loyal to a fault, moved into defensive positions, their own weapons drawn, their eyes fixed on the advancing guards.Elias watched, a predatory smile gracing his lips. This was the moment. Devon’s defiance, his association with Adriana’s su