บททั้งหมดของ FATED TO THE ALPHA I WAS BORN TO KILL: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Nyra's POV I stared at my reflection in the puddle. I'd become a stranger, even to myself.My hair was nicely accessorised with blood crusts, and my skin was coated with mud, and the spots without mud were crimson with bruises. Even with my arms bound behind my back, I could take down his entire army, but I let them take me. Sometimes you have to lose some to gain something even better. Took them long enough to find me. Riven, the most annoying pack member, shoved me forward, making me stumble before his master. I looked right into the eyes of their Alpha, lurking in the shadows with a sly smile. Sure, he's happy to have found me, but that's only because I wanted to be seen. He stepped out from the shadows, face carved from Antarctic ice, but said nothing. One of his wolves got too excited to prove a point, so he raised his blade at me."Alpha, should I teach this wench what it means to cross the Crescents?" His blade gleamed in the moonlight.I didn't wait for the Alpha to respon

Kade's POV"For someone who's always yapping about one thing or another, your silence is very unusual."She didn't utter a word. I'd been asking her the same questions since we met, but she hasn't bothered to answer any."What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"She stood firmly in front of me, chin up, eyes defiant, but her heart told me all I needed to know. It was beating faster than the speed of light. There was a lot she wasn't telling me, but I wouldn't let it rest. I circled her slowly, like a predator would a prey. Her scent grazed my nostrils…different. Earthy, but there was something more metallic, ancient, branded by the moon herself."Alright, baby steps. What's your name?"Her lips spread with a sly smile, "Nyra.""Okay, that was easy. Where are you from?""I don't know.""But you know what you are, tell me.""Tell you what? There's nothing to tell.""Stop playing games with me", I warned, my voice low and dangerous."That's another assumption. I am not playing any games." Sh

Nyra’s POV I was dreaming again, but this time, it wasn't just gory, confusing, repeated visions. No. It was much different. The forest floor was painted scarlet, a reflection of the moonlight, bloody red. As I walked across the woods, I felt like the trees were living, breathing even, and trying to whisper something to me, something I couldn't quite understand.A wolf appeared out of nowhere. Its regal white and gold fur glimmered under the moonlight like silver fire. I watched proudly. It was Kade's wolf. In a split second, the tides changed. Kade's wolf was ripped apart with a swift, ruthless cut. My heart went still. Blood gushed out in streams, each drop illuminating the earth with an eerie brightness. Under it, the soil darkened and hissed, as though it had been burned by something far more potent than deadly wounds. All I could do was to watch in horror as life poured out in rivers of red light.The ruins rose like burnt sacrifices, and I gasped for air as I stared at the

Kade’s POVSince I set my eyes on her defiant silver orbs, I haven't had a moment of peace. I'd barely had the time to process everything Eryndor had said when I saw her in my chambers that night. Just returning from my trip, I was relieved to find her awake until I witnessed her playing with dark magic.It's been three days since she went limp in my arms, whispering my name before she was taken by oblivion. A wild surge of power tore through the room as her body gave in.Her pulse was faint, but her breathing was normal. I'd invited the best of healers, but I was told again that she'd wake up when her body's fully healed. But she hadn't moved since. Although she was still alive, I was troubled by her absence.Wolves would usually recover quickly, but not Nyra. Her breakdown always went beyond simple fatigue. And healers couldn't help because her body was used to healing itself.The truth was in her smell. She was a wolf. There was no denying that. Wolves, however, do not possess the

Kade's POVThe ground beneath my feet breathed as though it was alive, and curled around my boots, mumbling silent whispers with a voice as cold as ice. I kept walking until the fog lifted, each step echoing in a silence too profound to be normal. A man was waiting at the end of the fog. A chaperon, maybe. As I neared, I noticed he was faceless, dressed in a dark cloak. s faceless. Not quite a deity, nor a wraith, but his voice sounded like water-soaked bells."Alpha of the Blood Moon line. Are you willing to enter?" I wasn't from the blood moon tribe, but I didn't bother to correct him. My throat was dry, but my response was firm."Yes, I am."The chaperon cocked his head as if to assess the depth of my soul.Then suddenly, the world spun. I was standing in an unending hall filled with black mirrors and shadows cast across the ceiling. Each mirror flickered, but not with my reflection, but rather with flawed and shattered copies of me.In one, my eyes were black with hunger, and