Alle Kapitel von The Alpha's dragon Flame : Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

Soren's POVThe sheer fury radiating off the man who now blocked my path was a suffocating blanket. I was so angry at myself, so disgusted by my own weakness during the performance, that I’d almost forgotten the real, immediate threat.I ran. I ran like a coward from the arena because I was replaying the last thirty seconds in my head: the unplanned chaos, the feel of her hands tight on my neck, the intoxicating, momentary relief of holding her, of catching her. And the way our eyes had locked. It was pure, unfiltered adrenaline and a desperate, stupid longing.The moment Vermithor’s voice had broken the silence, I wanted to smash something. The other riders were already avoiding me because of my family name and my general disposition; I didn’t need Kahlan to start avoiding me because I was making a fool of myself and giving her reasons to think I was a lovesick idiot. I needed distance. I needed to disappear and regain my control.Instead, I found Ephraim, my father, waiting for me.

Kahlan's POV“Do you… do you really mean that, Kahlan?”The question was a desperate, broken whisper. It wasn’t fueled by arrogance or surprise; it was raw hope laced with disbelief.I pushed off the wall, walking slowly toward him. I was tired of games, tired of fear, and utterly done with pretending. I reached out, resting my hand on his arm. I could feel the tension vibrating beneath the tight fabric of his uniform.“Yes, Soren,” I said, my voice quiet but firm. I repeated the words that had changed everything. “I need you to listen to me when I say that I need you. You are infuriating and stubborn and rude, but you are also brave and honorable, and you make me feel like the most grounded person in the world, even when you’re driving me crazy.”I closed the small gap between us. “And I’m tired of watching you shut yourself away because of him. I’m not going to let him win, and I’m not going to let you run anymore.”The thread of control finally snapped. The mask of icy detachment s

Kahlan’s POVWhen the music finally ended, I took a small step back from the dance floor, catching my breath as Soren squeezed my hand.“I’ll grab us a drink,” he said, his voice low enough to barely cut through the noise.Before I could reply, he was already gone, his silhouette tall, calm, slipping through the glittering crowd like he belonged there. I didn’t. Not really. My dress still felt too tight, my shoes pinched, and every time someone’s eyes lingered on me, I felt like I’d stumbled into the wrong world.I scanned the hall, hoping to spot Freya. She was supposed to meet me after her dance with one of the other riders, but she’d vanished the second the music stopped. I could already picture her somewhere outside, probably gossiping or sneaking sweets with the kitchen boys.I turned toward the refreshment table, and that’s when a sharp shove nearly knocked me off balance.“Oops,” Sasha said, her smile tight and anything but apologetic. Her eyes swept over me, slow and assess

Soren’s POVSasha’s nails clawed at my wrist, but I didn’t loosen my grip. Not yet. She gasped, the doll tumbling from her fingers and landing on the floor between us, its threadbare body twisted unnaturally.“I said,” I growled, my voice low and shaking with barely restrained fury, “undo it.”“I did,” she rasped. “She’s fine.”The sight of that cursed little doll sent another surge of rage through me. I squeezed just enough for her breath to hitch. “If you ever do something like that again—if you so much as think about touching her—I won’t stop at this. Do you understand me?”Her eyes widened, and for a second, I thought she’d beg. Instead, she gave a strained little laugh. “You’re threatening me now? You don’t scare me, Soren. You never did.”I leaned closer until my face was inches from hers, my voice a quiet snarl. “I don’t want to hurt you, Sasha. But if you ever endanger her again, I will.”Her gaze flicked toward my mouth, to the faint gleam of fangs I didn’t bother hiding. “Yo

Kahlan’s POV The first scream tore through the air before I could even process what Vermithor had said. It came from the northern end of the training field, sharp and full of terror, followed by the unmistakable roar of a dragon. My heart dropped. I turned just in time to see one of the dragons thrash violently, flames bursting from its mouth in wild, uncontrolled waves. “Get it under control!” Ramsey shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. But the rider didn’t respond. Instead, another student—his partner—cried out, “He’s gone! He’s—he’s in the fire!” I froze. The air was thick with heat and smoke, and before I could react, Vermithor’s voice thundered inside my mind. Run, Kahlan! “What—” I didn’t even finish before the world exploded in light. Soren’s arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me to the ground just as a stream of fire tore through the spot I’d been standing in. The ground shook beneath us, and I could smell the scorch of burnt grass and ash. “Are you