《The Alpha King's Shadow》全部章節：第 41 章 - 第 50 章

She rose, threw on her cloak, and stepped barefoot into the hall. The stones were icy beneath her feet. Moonlight poured through the tall windows, painting her skin with silver.Before she could knock, Aurek's door swung open. He stood framed in the doorway, shirtless, his eyes already scanning her face with a raw intensity. The bond thrummed between them, a deep note of concern, laced with a darkness she recognized all too well.You felt it, he said, his voice low. It wasn't a question. She nodded, unable to find her voice.He gestured her inside. Tell me. She traced letters on the table with a trembling finger: 'She spoke to me.'Aurek went still as a statue. Veyra? She nodded again, her throat tight. 'She's inside the bond.'A soft oath escaped his lips, something more growl than word. The damned witch is feeding on it. On us.Selene's hands clenched. She wanted to explain that Veyra wasn't just feeding—she was learning. Every dream made her stronger, more real. But fear choked her

The castle held its breath as dawn painted the sky. It wasn't the warm, familiar breathing of a home anymore, but a tense, alert stillness. It was listening.Every little sound, every glance that lingered a moment too long, felt magnified. Selene sensed a shift in the castle's very bones. The usual comforting background drone of the corridors had morphed into something sharp and mechanical. The guards weren't just following their usual routes; they were moving with purpose, in calculated patterns. Doors that were usually left invitingly open now stood bolted shut. And then there was the smell - wolfsbane. It was faint, far off, and definitely not right. Like a wrong note in a song, it hung in the air, hunted by unseen nostrils.Head bowed low, Selene carried water jugs across the lower hall, trying to blend into the background. The clatter of armor echoed from somewhere above, each clang a punch to her gut. Every time she heard the heavy thud of boots, her stomach clenched. The King h

The night was a relentless beast. It didn’t just end; it coiled back on itself, an endless loop of suffocating silence that stole the air from your lungs. It felt as if the stillness was a weight, pressing down, threatening to smother any flicker of life.In the castle's laundress hall, bathed in the fragile glow of candlelight, Selene toiled. The wolfsbane shirt, meant to be a shield against a curse, lay spread across the rough wooden table. It looked almost like a dark secret spilled open, a confession whispered in silver thread. Her fingers, guided by years of practice, moved with a haunting grace. The needle plunged, the thread snaked through the fabric, and under her breath, she murmured incantations – spells that twisted pain and protection into the weave.Each word she spoke was a sacrifice. Each stitch felt like a violation, a thread of her soul offered in trade.The castle above her slumbered, yet she felt him stirring.Aurek.Even here, far below the royal chambers, his pres

The air in the corridors still clung to the sharp tang of wolfsbane.Aurek’s own senses felt assaulted by the stuff. It left a vile, coppery aftertaste at the base of his throat, and the scent snaked around him, heavy like a hex. With a rigid jaw, he marched through the deserted corridor, the damned shirt gripped tight in his gloved hand. Even through the leather, the fabric radiated a faint heat, a subtle burn that sent a shiver of unease through the wolf that resided within.He should have consigned it to the flames. Reduced it to ashes without a second thought.Yet, he couldn't bring himself to do it.Not yet.Because it carried her scent.Selene.He hadn’t dared speak her name since their confrontation, yet it echoed in his mind, persistent as a drumbeat. A silent girl, trembling hands, and eyes... those eyes were wells of terror mixed with something elusive, something he couldn't define. She had stared at him with the haunting awareness of one facing their end, yet she hadn't ple

The air in the council room was thick, heavy with the metallic tang of blood and the damp scent of rain. It was a smell that clung to the back of your throat, impossible to ignore.Light crashed through the tall windows, turning the air to a million blinding swords. Aurek stood before his war council, his armor gleaming, every muscle in his body screaming with tension. Beneath the smoky haze from the torches, he could smell their fear. It was the sharp, bitter scent of men who prayed with one breath and then lied with the next. He hated it.“Three scouts have disappeared,” Aurek’s voice, though quiet, cut through the silence like shattered glass. “No bodies were recovered; they were just gone. No tracks. Explain to me again how Ravorn's wolves sneaked past our borders without a single soul noticing.The council was silent, each member refusing to meet his gaze. Finally, Alaric emerged from the shadows. His silver hair was wet and plastered to his head, and his face was a mask of perfe