Semua Bab The Alpha king and the Hunt: Bab 111 - Bab 120

.Louis — POV…..I woke to silence.Not the peaceful kind—the heavy kind. The kind that presses against your chest and reminds you that something terrible almost happened.For a moment, I didn’t move. My body felt… strange. Too light. Too heavy. My throat ached faintly, like a memory rather than pain itself. I lifted a hand slowly, carefully, afraid of what I might find.My fingers brushed my neck.Skin.Whole. Smooth.Just beneath my fingertips, I felt it—a thin ridge, barely raised. A scar.My breath caught sharply.“You’re awake.”His voice came from the corner of the room.Damien.I turned my head, heart stuttering despite myself. He stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the wooden post near the window. His face was drawn, eyes dark with something I couldn’t name—relief, maybe. Or something heavier.“How long?” I asked hoarsely.“Half a day,” he said. “You scared everyone.”I swallowed and pushed myself up on the bed, wincing as my body protested. “Mireya?”Damien’s jaw tig

Damien — POV……Crossing into Aria’s territory felt like stepping into a memory I hadn’t asked for.The land shifted subtly beneath my feet—trees standing taller, the air cleaner, the earth humming with a steady, disciplined strength. Aria’s pack had always been like this. Controlled. United. Unbreakable.Everything mine was not.My wolf slowed as the familiar scents hit me—pine, iron, and the unmistakable trace of royalty. I shifted back into human form at the edge of the clearing, rolling my shoulders as if I could shake off the weight pressing against my spine.Focus.This wasn’t about pride.It wasn’t even about Louis.It was about survival.Two guards stepped forward, hands resting on their weapons.“State your business,” one demanded.“I’m here to see Luna Aria,” I said evenly. “Tell her Alpha Damien requests an audience.”Their eyes widened—just slightly—but they nodded and disappeared into the trees.I didn’t have to wait long.Aria emerged from the hall moments later, her pre

Louis’s POV….The Power shift in the air was what I felt before I saw them.Not from fear—never that—but from weight. Presence. Power.I stood at the edge of the eastern clearing, cloak pulled tight around my shoulders, watching as Damien’s pack emerged from between the towering pines. Warriors first, disciplined and alert. Then builders, elders, children. The pregnant she wolves were guided into the pack.A migrating pack.Coming to settle on my land.My chest tightened, not with resentment—but with the heavy understanding of what this meant. This wasn’t a visit. This wasn’t temporary shelter.This was coexistence.Damien walked at the front, shoulders squared, chin lifted, his presence commanding even without effort. He wore no cloak, no armor—just dark trousers and boots dusted from the road. He and the warriors started working on their part of the pack, they arenahed their fence and started building some things.I had to watch him.He was so mesmerizing.And he was not wearing

Louis’s POV……I woke before dawn.Not because of a nightmare.Not because of danger.Because something in me was restless.The house was quiet. Baby Aria slept peacefully, curled like a warm little moon in her blankets. I brushed a kiss over her hair, pulled on my running leathers, and slipped out before my thoughts could catch up with me.I needed air.Speed.Distance.The morning mist clung low to the ground, cool against my skin as I stepped outside.And then—I stopped.Damien was already there.Shirtless.Breathing slow and controlled, muscles moving fluidly beneath skin kissed by dawnlight. His hair was tied back loosely, a few strands falling against his neck, damp with sweat. He was stretching, rolling his shoulders like a predator preparing for a hunt.I felt it.That sharp, unwanted heat.Moon help me.I cleared my throat loudly. “Is a shirt illegal where you come from?”He turned.And smiled.Not smug. Not mocking.Amused.“I was wondering how long it would take you to noti

Damien’s POV……I smelled her before I saw her.My mate and another delicious scent that was maddening__heat.Raw. Overwhelming. Sweet enough to make my vision blur and my wolf slam against the walls of my mind like a beast trying to break free.Louis.My mate. She's in heat.The forest around me faded into nothing as the scent hit—thick, clinging to the air, soaked into bark and soil and blood. Another rotten smell, Rogue blood. And I could feel the mate bond flickering in fear “No,” I growled, already moving.My wolf surged forward, claws scraping inside my skull, eyes burning black.Mine.I shifted without thinking, my bones snapping, fur tearing through skin as I exploded into the clearing.The bodies were already down—throats torn, limbs broken—but I barely registered them.She was on the ground.Curled. Shaking. Breathing shallow and uneven.Louis.Her scent was agony. I wanted to mark her right at this moment. “Focus Damien” I snapped at myself I shifted back instan