Todos os capítulos de The Silver Alpha: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

* Regina *As I stood before the Wild Pack as their Alpha without my father, I felt my mother's presence since the day she came back to the Wild.She stood at the edge of the stone circle, wrapped in dark furs, silver threaded through her hair like frost. I lifted my chin and met her gaze. She inclined her head. In acknowledgment. That mattered more than any howl of loyalty.The pack gathered as the sun dipped low, their attention fixed on me. Not waiting for blood like the way they were with my father. But I could feel their fear even now, days after the Alpha King's visit, the way their shoulders tightened at distant scents, the way patrols doubled without orders.Alpha King Zed had not raised his voice. His arrival had sent ripples through the Wild Pack like prey scent in still water. Wolves who had lived as rogues all their lives bowed out of instinct, some even dropping to a knee. Old terror does not unlearn itself easily.After he left, the camp had been quiet in the wrong way.

* Regina *Preparation came early and it did not begin with armor. It began with every breath we take in the following days. I was anxious of the incoming test or trial from the Alpha King, as my goal is for our pack to be recognized and not chase for being rogues. I wanted to gain the Alpha King's favor and recognition so that these wolves could live in peace, free from fear or hiding.My mother stood behind me in the low-lit chamber that once belonged to Malgori, her presence quiet but immovable. The room still carried the ghost of him, iron, smoke, old blood, but I had stripped it of his symbols. No trophies on the tables. No chains on the walls. Only maps carved into the table and training schedules pinned to the walls."Again," she said softly.I inhaled through my nose, slow and measured, feeling the tension coil and then settle. Power without control was what destroyed men like my father, and I have his blood in my veins. Power with discipline was what built legacies just like

* Regina *I did not intend to allow celebration. There was too much unfinished work to be done. Too many eyes now turned toward us. Provisional recognition was not safe, it was a blade balanced on a single breath. One misstep, one weakness exposed, and the crown would not hesitate to erase us. I knew that. I carried it in every muscle still aching from training, in every quiet calculation running beneath my thoughts.And yet... that was the lie I told myself as the night deepened and the pack refused to disperse.Fires bloomed without orders, small at first, then spreading like a constellation fallen to earth. Someone brought out old drums, their skins cracked and patched, beaten thin by years of hunger and flight. The rhythm was uneven, cautious, until it wasn't. Meat was shared, not ripped apart in frantic need, but passed from hand to hand, torn carefully, offered with nods instead of snarls. Laughter came hesitantly, like a limb testing if it was still attached, then stronger, fu

* Alpha Archer *I had faced armies without my pulse changing, just one look from me, and any warrior who didn't have Alpha blood would crumble. I had broken Alphas and watched kings kneel. But none of that prepared me for the way Regina stood in the firelight tonight.She didn't look at me when I stepped forward. She was focused on the enemies. Her spine was straight, her chin lifted, her shoulders squared in command. The flames painted her skin in gold and shadow, tracing the curve of her throat, the line of her jaw, the quiet, lethal grace in every breath she took.She was beautiful before even as an omega, I had always known that. But this, this was something else entirely. This was an Alpha who had earned her ground with blood and restraint and will. A woman whose warriors would die for her because she had taught them how to stand on their own feet without fear.The southern wolves hadn't seen it. They'd looked at her and seen history. A story they thought they understood. I saw

* Alpha Archer *The Western pack did not change while I was gone. It was the lie I told myself as my horse crossed the border stones and my land rose to meet me, familiar ridgelines, the same watchtowers cut from dark stone, the same banners stirring in the wind. Everything was as it should be.And yet, the moment my boots touched the ground, I felt it. I was late to my own life. This place is far from Regina."Alpha," a warrior greeted, with his fist to his chest.I returned the gesture automatically, my gaze already drifting past him, past the gates, toward the eastern tree line as if I might still catch the echo of her presence there. As if Regina might step out of shadow and fire and tell me I had miscounted the hours.She didn't, of course, she won't. She is just too far from me right now. By the time I reached the main hall, the council chamber was already alive with low voices and scratching quills. The scent of ink and parchment replaced pine smoke and earth. Duty, thick and