All Chapters of The Alpha's dragon Flame : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Kahlan's POVI sat at a stone table in the center of the classroom silently. I swear, I was already hating every second of it. Ramsey stood before me, his arms crossed over a ridiculous, high-collared tunic. He didn’t even bother to pull out a chair. He just stayed rooted there, staring at me. Good thing looks couldn't kill. “You’re late,” he stated lowly, sounding so pissed. “That is failure number one. You do not disrespect the time of a Dragons master. And you will be punished for it after class.”A hot, defiant flush crept up my neck, but I kept my mouth shut. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of a verbal fight. The last thing I needed was to be in trouble with this guy before I got to training with Vermithor. This whole school was a joke, a trap, and this man was its chief warden.“Now,” he said, pulling a massive, leather-bound volume onto the table with a theatrical thump. “You will learn.”My stomach sank. Was this really what I had to do to become a Dragon Rider?

Kahlan’s POVI didn’t think words could hurt that much until Soren said them.It wasn’t even the way he said it—it was the look in his eyes. Cold and distant. Like he really regretted ever meeting me. Like all the time we’d spent together yesterday meant nothing.I’d been stupid enough to think we were finally… getting along. That maybe, under all that armor he wears, there was someone who actually cared. Someone who could be a friend.But apparently, I was wrong. Again. Typical.I kept replaying it in my head as I walked across the school grounds, every word hitting like a slap. “I’m starting to think bringing you back was a bad idea.”Maybe he was right. Maybe I shouldn’t have come back.I should have gone home. Maybe I'd have died on the way and the world would've been rid of me.The morning air was cool, the sun just starting to rise, but it did nothing to settle the knot twisting in my chest. I had Ramsey’s extra class soon, more flying drills, which I’d been dreading, bu

Soren’s POVThe look in her eyes had haunted me.That moment when I told her I should never have brought her back kept replaying in my head like a broken record. The words had left my mouth before I’d even thought them through, and by the time I realized how cruel they sounded, it was too late, the damage was done.I wasn’t the kind of person who obsessed over things like this. Usually, once something was over, I moved on without a second thought. But for some reason, Kahlan wouldn’t leave my mind.It annoyed me—how much space she was taking up in my thoughts. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. She was supposed to be just another student I’d been stuck helping out of obligation. You've never helped anyone out of obligation. A voice at the back of my head whispered.And no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, it was still there.So when I found myself walking toward her room that evening, I told myself it was only to apologize. Nothing else. I wasn’t going to overthink it. I just

Kahlan’s POVBy the time I got to my next class, my head was still spinning from Ramsey’s little “lesson.” I’d spent the whole morning replaying the moment Soren swooped in to save me—his hand gripping my waist, the look in his eyes right before we landed. I didn’t know what it meant, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to.So I threw myself into the one thing that could distract me—learning.History of Dragon kind.Most students hated the class because it meant long lectures and even longer scrolls to copy, but today’s topic caught my attention. Professor Lorian was pacing at the front of the room, chalk in hand, excitement practically glowing off him.“Today,” he began, “we discuss the legacy of the lost dragons—those whose riders perished, leaving their bond unfulfilled.”My focus sharpened instantly. Lost dragons.Vermithor.I leaned forward as the professor continued, his voice smooth and deep. “Some of these dragons have never been seen again. They retreat to the mountains or the sea,

Soren’s POVShe’s avoiding me. I don’t even need anyone to tell me that.Every time our eyes almost meet across the courtyard, she looks away.During training, she finds an excuse to stay longer with Vermithor. In the halls, she somehow always has somewhere else to be.At first, I told myself it didn’t matter. She could ignore me all she wanted. But it’s been three days now, and the silence between us is starting to feel heavier than any argument we’ve ever had. And I hate that it’s getting to me.When practice ends today, I decide I’ve had enough. She lands with Vermithor, the dragon’s wings stirring dust and leaves around her. There’s laughter in her voice when she pats his scales. It should be a good sound—light, unbothered—but it grates against me. Because I know it isn’t for me.Before she can even turn away, I walk toward her. “Kahlan.”She freezes, her shoulders tensing. “What?” she answers flatly, not even sparing me a glance.I step closer. “What did I do?”“Nothing.” She