Todos os capítulos de The Silver Alpha: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

* Regina *The world was still shaking and it felt like breaking apart when I stepped between them. Malgori and Alpha Archer, two wolves with the strength of hundreds. Both are fighting violently.My legs felt like they belonged to someone else, light, weak, trembling, but my will was as hard as iron. The clearing smelled of blood and dust, wolves panting, growling, holding themselves back by nothing more than my voice.I saw Alpha Archer's silver form crouched low, fur bristling, jaws dripping with Malgori's blood. I saw my father, half-shifted, one knee in the dirt, clutching his torn throat as he glared up at me as betrayal itself had struck him.And then. Hands grabbed me from behind. I barely registered it before Rowan's snarl ripped through the air."Touch her again," he roared, "and I'll gut you myself!"Rowan slammed into the rogue who had lunged for me, knocking him sideways, teeth finding his shoulder. Blood sprayed across the dirt. Another rogue circled behind me, but Elias

* Regina *It was evening when the cleanup was done. The air tasted different once the last of the bodies had been burned.Smoke curled upward into the dark sky, carrying the scent of endings, of Malgori, of the war, of everything that had torn me and Alpha Archer apart. When the flames finally died, exhaustion wrapped itself around my bones. The rogues had retreated to the outskirts of camp, wary but obedient. Rowan and Elias tended to the injured. And Alpha Archer, watched me.Not as the leader I had just become. Or as the daughter of the man I killed. But as the woman he had almost lost. His eyes followed me with that same fierce devotion he used on the battlefield only softer now, rawer. My heart stumbled each time our gazes met.When the last ember dimmed, I felt a familiar warmth brush my hand, larger fingers sliding around mine. Alpha Archer, silent, bloodstained, wounded, but steady."Come with me," he murmured.His voice was rough, wounded from battle and from everything he n

* Alpha Archer * The rogues felt relieved after the Alpha King left, but my chest did not. I watched Regina stand in the clearing she now ruled, shoulders squared, spine straight, eyes sharp with a calm that had been carved by blood and impossible choices. The rogues moved around her instinctively, not crowding, not questioning. Following her and looking up to her. She belonged here, unpredictably. And that realization hurt more viciously than any wound I had ever taken in battle. Because it means I can no longer take her back to the West. The summons came not with words, but with a pull in my bones, a reminder of borders, of duty, of the West calling its Alpha home. The Alpha King did not need to say it aloud. I was expected back home. Immediately since I am the head of the West. Before loyalties tangled further. Before lines blurred beyond repair. I stepped closer to Regina, lowering my voice. "I have to go back now." Her eyes flicked to mine, and for just a heartbeat, the Alph

* Alpha Archer *I felt the council chamber became smaller as I walked in. Stone walls pressed in, heavy with the weight of generations, of laws written by wolves in the West who had never imagined a future like mine. The western banners hung unmoving, their sigils carved with authority, but tonight they felt like chains.My mother stood near the hearth, silver firelight catching in her blond hair. Luna Zeina, Queen by birth, strategist by instinct, and the only wolf alive who could look at me without flinching when the bond inside my chest pulled raw and aching.My father remained near the window. I was reminded of his past which I've known since I was young, now that Regina is on almost the same path. He was a Rogue Alpha. Once exile. Once an enemy. Now Alpha-consort of the West, accepted by the realm because my mother had chosen him, and because he had bled for this land until even the council could no longer deny him.He didn't wear a crown. He never had to. Power clung to him any

* Regina * Leadership is louder than battle. Something I have never dreamed of when I was just an omega. Yes I wanted to become stronger but to lead a pack of wolves was entirely different story. Yet here I am the Alpha of the Wild pack, Regina the daughter of Malgori. That was the first truth I learned after Malgori fell and the rogues chose a new name for themselves. Wild Pack, they called us, because freedom tasted better than survival ever had. Because no one wanted to kneel again. And I despised the word rogue after I killed my own Father. Yet freedom is unruly. It snaps its teeth at order. The Wild Pack did not resist me with blades. They resisted me with looks. With silence that stretched too long after my commands. With warriors who obeyed Elias but questioned me. With elders who spoke of tradition as if it were law etched into bone. They followed me because I had bled beside them. But they doubted me because I loved an Alpha King's heir, Alpha Archer of the West. I s