บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha king and the Hunt: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Aria…… The march to the clearing was longer than I expected. The path wound away from the stone hall and into the dark stretch of land that fringed the palace grounds. Soldiers lined the way, their torches burning bright against the deep blue of night. The flames snapped and hissed as if even fire was uneasy about where we were headed. The three of us walked in silence, Serena in the lead as if she were guiding us herself, her posture confident, her steps deliberate. Giselle followed with her spear resting lightly against her shoulder, every movement languid, almost bored, though the sharp gleam in her eyes betrayed her alertness. I kept to the middle, my daggers at my sides, my heart pounding harder with each step. The deeper we went, the darker it became. The torches threw long, dancing shadows over the bare ground, and the forest beyond seemed to close in, whispering through the night wind. The moon was only a sickle in the sky, weak and pale, barely enough to light the fiel

Aria… For one eternal heartbeat, everything stood still. The sound of steel against flesh broke the silence — soft, final, terrible. Pain tore through me. Hot, searing, unstoppable. Giselle’s blade slid between my ribs, shallow but deadly, its edge biting deep. At the same instant, my dagger found its mark — sinking into her stomach. Her eyes widened, mouth parting in shock. We froze there — two mirrors of pain and fury — until the world seemed to exhale. Giselle’s blade slipped from her trembling fingers. She stumbled backward, gasping, clutching her wound. Blood poured between her hands, dark and thick. For a second, I thought she might lunge again, but her knees buckled. She fell to the dirt with a dull thud. The arena erupted. Cheers, gasps, shouts — all blending into one deafening roar. But I barely heard them. My vision swam, my breath came in ragged bursts. I stood there swaying, my dagger still slick with blood, Giselle’s crimson stain spreading like a dark flower

Aria’s POV.....By the time we reached the edge of the forest, the sun was dipping low, painting the horizon with streaks of burnt orange and violet. My legs ached from days of walking, and even Damien had finally stopped humming. The trees thinned, giving way to open meadows dotted with small wooden structures — the first sign of civilization since we’d left the royal borders.“This must be the Pinehaven Pack,” Kael said, scanning the area cautiously. His hand rested on the hilt of his blade as though danger might spring from the shadows at any moment. “They’re small, but loyal to the throne.”I glanced at Kaelen. He gave a short nod, his expression unreadable as always. “Let’s hope they remember that loyalty.”As we descended the slope, the scent of pine and smoke grew stronger. Wolves in light brown cloaks emerged from between the huts, their faces cautious but not hostile. One stepped forward — a tall man with streaks of silver in his hair and a broad scar across his jaw.“Alpha K

Aria's POV.....I feel all of his attention hone in on the placebetween my legs that throbs with need. A low, almost inaudible growlbuilds in his chest, before his gaze moves back to mine.My breathing is fast. I am completely at his mercy, and I do not know what he is going to do next. I am captivated. I cannot move. Cannot think.He shifts, and plants a soft kiss on my torso. The feel of his mouth and his stubble against my bare skin is almost too much to bear, and I whimper. Then he lowers himself even further and my breathing becomes frantic.He plants a kiss on my most intimate place, and I cry out as a jolt of pleasure surges through my body. He glances up at me, his mouth inchesaway from my core. His breath is warm through my underwear.“Fuck. You’re beautiful,” he mutters, as he looks at me.He lowers his head and lightly kisses the sensitive bundle of nerves. I cry out as heat and surprise surge through my veins. Before I can process what he has just done, his mouth is on

Kaelen’s POVThe morning came slow and dim. Even underground, the light found its way in through cracks above the cavern ceiling, dusting the hidden village in a strange, golden haze. It should have been peaceful.But it wasn’t.Something about this place felt wrong.The villagers moved quietly, too quietly — no chatter, no laughter, just the low shuffle of feet and the occasional clink of metal. Their faces were pale, eyes hollow. They avoided our gazes, slipping back into their homes whenever one of us passed.At first, I thought it was just fear. After all, we’d brought in a bleeding warrior in the middle of the night. But the longer I watched, the clearer it became — this was something else entirely.They weren’t afraid. They were hiding something.“Morning,” Damien said around a yawn as he approached. “You’re up early, Alpha.”“Couldn’t sleep.”He followed my gaze toward the villagers. “Yeah… this place gives me the creeps.”“Where’s Aria?”He frowned. “She said she was going to