All Chapters of The Alpha King's Shadow: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

SELENEThe world shattered around her.The light was too bright. Voices were too close. Cold air sliced across her skin like broken glass. Selene struggled to breathe, but the air felt thick, heavy, filled with smoke and blood. Her body wouldn’t respond. Every muscle shook with a strange energy, like lightning trapped beneath her skin.She wasn’t on the altar anymore.Stone, wind, movement.Arms.Aurek’s arms.His grip was tight and brutal, as if he thought she might vanish if he let go even for a moment. Her head rested against his chest, and she felt the violent beating of his heart hammering through him, through her, through everything.Her pulse echoed in her ears—off, wrong, doubled.Two rhythms. Hers. And a deeper one. A wild one.Her fingers curled weakly, brushing against Aurek’s armor. The last thing she remembered was Maris’s scream, Veyra’s chanting, the scent of wolfsbane burning around her, the blinding pull of magic—And then something had snapped.Inside her. Around her

The stench of blood hit first.Aurek stepped over the collapsed doorframe, his boots sinking into ash and shattered sigils. The ritual chamber wasn’t quiet; it thrummed and vibrated with dying magic, each pulse striking like a hammer against his skull. His wolf clawed against him, barely restrained, snarling like an animal caught in a trap.Selene’s scent lingered.Faint. Fading.Wrong.He followed it through the smoke, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. The torches flickered violently as if reacting to the storm of power radiating from him. His control was shattered the moment he saw her limp body on that altar, caught between worlds while strangers tried to steal what was his.He tasted iron. He realized it was from his own jaw; he had bitten himself.Alaric’s voice approached from behind. “Your Majesty, the survivors are—”“They can wait.” Aurek didn’t look back. “She cannot.”He didn’t need to say her name. Every soldier in the palace now knew exactly who he meant.He reached t

The moment Selene’s head drops against my shoulder, something inside me rips open. It’s not just a crack; it’s a violent split that leaves only one instinct coursing through me.Get her out. Get her breathing. Kill anything in the way.Nothing else matters.The ritual chamber collapses behind us as I sprint down the corridor. The floor buckles, and stones explode outward. Dust fills the air. I hold her tighter, shielding her from falling debris with my body. Her pulse trembles faintly against my wrist—too soft, too irregular.“Stay with me,” I growl against her hair. “I said, stay with me.”No response.The twisting hallway stretches ahead. The torches flicker wildly as the entire palace shakes. Magic seeps from the walls, erratic and unstable. The priests must have broken something deeper than they realized.Or I did.I don’t care.My boots pound against the fractured marble. Every breath is thick with smoke and fury. I feel her weight in my arms—far too light, far too limp. Ever

The torchlight, now like an angry sun at my back, meant soldiers were pouring into the tunnels. They were following a trail of blood, ash, and the ghost of my former sanity. But Kael stood there, a wall at the exit.My brother.His gaze flicked down, lingering on Selene, cradled against me. Her dark hair was plastered to her pale cheek. I felt her pulse, a hummingbird's frantic beat, against my wrist. He took it all in: the ritual burns etched into her arms, the ugly purple bruises circling her throat, even the smear of my own blood staining her skin.His jaw tightened. The muscle jumped."What happened to her?" he asked.Get out of my way. My voice was rough and sharp.I can't.The word cracked through the tunnel's silence.For a heartbeat, neither of us moved, and neither of us breathed. Just the drip, drip, drip of water.Kael stepped closer. Rainwater beaded in his hair, and his sword hung low, but he didn't sheathe it.“You’re losing blood,” he stated, his voice even, calmer now. “That bur

The torchlight, now like an angry sun at my back, meant soldiers were pouring into the tunnels. They were following a trail of blood, ash, and the ghost of my former sanity. experienceBut Kael stood there, a wall at the exit.My brother.His gaze flicked down, lingering on Selene, cradled against me. Her dark hair was plastered to her pale cheek. I felt her pulse, a hummingbird's frantic beat, against my wrist. He took it all in: the ritual burns etched into her arms, the ugly purple bruises circling her throat, even the smear of my own blood staining her skin.His jaw tightened. The muscle jumped.What happened to her? he asked.Get out of my way. My voice was rough, sharp.I can't.The word cracked through the tunnel's silence.For a heartbeat, neither of us moved, neither of us breathed. Just the drip, drip, drip of water.Kael stepped closer. Rainwater beaded in his hair, and his sword hung low, but he didn't sheathe it.“You’re losing blood,” he stated, his voice even, calmer no