All Chapters of The Alpha's dragon Flame : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Soren's Pov I was on the edge of sleep, the kind that teetered between exhaustion and that blissful weightlessness where nothing mattered. My muscles ached in the familiar way they always did after a long day—training, lectures, dealing with hybrid students whose stubbornness made my teeth grind. I’d finally settled into bed, the dark room quiet except for the faint hum of the heater, and was just beginning to drift… That’s when a hand wrapped around my waist. A soft, almost hesitant grip at first, then firmer as if whoever it was was seeking something—security, warmth, or maybe both. My eyes snapped open. The room was dim, shadows pooling in corners, but the shape pressed against me was unmistakable. Kahlan. She’d shifted from her side of the bed to mine, curling in close enough that her body brushed against my chest. My first thought was irritation; we weren't supposed to cross the boundaries. But irritation gave way to something else—an undeniable, primal response I c

Kahlan's POV The academy’s hall had been transformed into something I barely recognized. Lanterns hung from the rafters, casting warm glows over the polished floors. Music pulsed through the air, a low, steady rhythm that tugged at nerves I didn’t realize I still carried. Students moved in groups, laughter mingling with the clink of glasses and the shuffle of feet. For a brief second, as I stepped through the doors, I felt every pair of eyes on me. My chest tightened. It wasn’t fear, exactly, but it was more like weight pressing down on my chest. Attention had a way of making me feel exposed, vulnerable, though I couldn’t tear my gaze from the sea of faces all turned toward the center of the room. I swallowed hard and forced my shoulders back, reminding myself to breathe. Then Ethan appeared in front of me. Tall, smooth, smiling that infuriatingly confident grin I couldn’t decide if I hated or tolerated at this moment, he extended a hand. “May I have this dance?” I

Soren's Pov Sasha’s words to Kahlan had burned into me long after the initiation ended. I couldn’t get them out of my head, the way she’d spat them like poison—so casually, so cruelly. The memory of Kahlan’s hurt expression was a dull, persistent ache in my chest.I found Sasha near the refreshments, a glass in her hand, her laugh sharp and bright as she spoke to two other riders like she hadn’t just emotionally eviscerated someone. My jaw clenched as I crossed the room, the scent of expensive perfume and sweet wine doing nothing to calm my rising temper.“Sasha.” My voice sliced through her conversation.She looked up, her sophisticated smile faltering instantly when she saw my face. She set her glass down, a hint of defensiveness already in her eyes. “What is it, Soren?”“You didn’t have to talk to her like that.” My voice was low but carried a dangerous edge, no point hiding the anger in it.Her brows shot up in an exaggerated display of innocence. “Excuse me? What on earth are yo

Kahlan's POV The High Council was quite an imposing sight, and standing before them with an ancient, possibly legendary dragon huffing smoke two feet from my shoulder was kind of…not comfortable. I politely took a step to the side. The robes of the six figures were deep purple, trimmed with gold thread, signifying the highest authority of the kingdoms, and they certainly wore the weight of that authority. They didn’t look at Vermithor with outright terror like the students, but with an intense, calculated fear. You know, that bedazzling kinda fear you have for a geological event you know you can't stop. Their gazes, however, were entirely fixed on me. Not even the dragon. Me. I could easily recognize the woman speaking as Councilwoman Anya leading the witches and Sasha's mother,She was well known for her relentless questioning...“Miss Kahlan,” she began, “let us dispense with the dramatics. The beast is secured for the moment. Explain to the High Council, with no embellishment,

Kahlan's POV I was supposed to be heading to my first class with Ramsey. Emphasis on supposed to.Vermithor had been grumbling in my head since sunrise, complaining about how the sky was too dull, the ground was too loud, and that the breakfast I fed him wasn’t worthy of a creature as “majestic” as he was.I’d tried ignoring him at first. I even told him he could sulk while I went to class. That earned me a dramatic snort and a wave of heat that nearly singed my boots.Typical Vermithor.But then, mid-complaint, he stopped. Just… stopped. His wings went stiff, his tail froze mid-sway, and the air around him thickened.“Vermithor?” I frowned, stepping closer.He didn’t answer. His golden eyes seemed locked on something far ahead, something I couldn’t see. Then, without warning, he turned and started marching—no, storming—in the opposite direction.“Oh no. Not again,” I muttered, grabbing my bag and running after him.He ignored me completely, each step shaking the ground beneath us. S