All Chapters of FATED TO THE ALPHA I WAS BORN TO KILL: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Nyra's POVThe delegation arrived under a banner I didn't recognize, three wolves dressed in furs too fine for ordinary travel, their leader introducing himself as Kestrel, Alpha of a pack that had, until recently, controlled territory well east of anywhere Vaerath's war had directly touched."We've heard remarkable things," Kestrel said, settling into the makeshift chair Tessa had offered without being asked, his tone smooth in a way that immediately put me on edge. "A faction growing faster than any Alpha's throne, built on loyalty rather than command. I find that genuinely impressive.""What do you want," I said, skipping past whatever pleasantries he'd clearly prepared.Something flickered behind his eyes, surprise perhaps, at my directness, before he recovered smoothly. "An alliance. Our resources, combined with your growing following. Together, we could challenge Vaerath's forces in ways neither of us could manage alone.""I've heard alliance offers before," I said. "They usuall

Kade's POVDraven found me in the training yard, and I knew from the way he crossed the distance between us, too fast, too controlled, that whatever he carried wouldn't wait for the usual courtesies."She's been captured," he said, no preamble at all.I went completely still."Kestrel's forces," Draven continued, his voice tight. "Reports are still fragmented, but it looks like an ambush, disguised as a diplomatic overture. Her camp was hit hard, Kade. Casualties on both sides. And whatever binding they used, it's old. Old enough that our own scholars have never seen anything like it in the archive.""Where.""West of the Frostspine, near the ridge her people had been using as a base." He hesitated. "Kade, there's something else. The reports mention something appearing at the site. Something none of the survivors could properly describe."I didn't ask him to elaborate. I understood, with a certainty that settled cold and absolute through my entire body, exactly what that meant.I was

Kade's POVI walked through the silent, waiting army of Wraithborn without a single one of them moving to stop me, and reached the ruined center of Nyra's camp to find her chained to the frozen ground, silver-threaded bindings drawing something visible and terrible from her skin, her face pale, her eyes barely focused.Something inside me broke entirely.I don't remember deciding to summon the fire. I simply felt it erupt, faster and vaster than it had ever answered me before, silver flame tearing outward from both my forearms with a force that sent Kestrel's remaining guards scattering."Kade." Nyra's voice, weak but unmistakably relieved, cut through the roaring in my own ears. "You shouldn't have come alone.""I didn't," I said, though the words felt distant, most of my attention already fixed on the chains binding her, on the ancient symbols burned into the earth around her that I tore through with pure, unrelenting force.Kestrel arrived as the last binding shattered, his express

Kade's POVI didn't tell her about the voice. Not yet. Something in my father's fragmented warning felt too dangerous to share until I understood it more fully myself, and I needed, more urgently, to have the conversation I'd been avoiding since the moment I found her chained on that frozen ground."I never stopped choosing you," I said, once she'd woken, once the camp had settled enough for us to speak privately. "Even when I chose the council's demand over your place at the war table. Even then, Nyra, I never stopped choosing you. I only failed to show it the way you deserved."Something in her expression softened, grief and love tangling together. "I know that now.""Then stay," I said. "Come home with me. Whatever we've both survived these past weeks, we can survive it together, properly this time.""That's exactly why I can't stay," she said quietly, and I felt my chest go tight with a dread I didn't yet understand."Why?"She was quiet a long moment, and when she finally spoke,

Nyra's POVVaerath's confession should have broken me entirely. Instead, walking alone through the cold morning after he vanished as suddenly as he'd appeared, I found something else rising beneath the horror. A cold, clear anger, and beneath that, the first true clarity I'd felt since this entire nightmare began.If he'd spent centuries manipulating my choices by shaping what I believed, then perhaps the only genuine rebellion left available to me was learning to deceive him the same careful way he'd deceived everyone else.I understood the risk immediately. If my visions had always been branches he selected to manipulate my responses, then perhaps, with enough deliberate control, I could manipulate what he believed those visions revealed about my own intentions in return.I spent three days testing the theory, carefully constructing false certainty in my own mind, deliberately convincing myself, as completely as I could manage, that I intended to surrender entirely, to walk into his