All Chapters of FATED TO THE ALPHA I WAS BORN TO KILL: Chapter 151 - Chapter 157

Kade's POVWe reached the ridge overlooking Vaerath's stronghold as dawn broke, and I understood immediately, surveying the scene before us, that whatever we'd faced up to this point had simply been prelude.Draven's forces held the eastern approach, gathered from every remaining pocket of resistance willing to answer his call. My own warriors, considerably fewer than I would have liked but fierce with a determination that felt different from any battle we'd fought before, held the western line. And scattered across the frozen valley between us and the stronghold's walls, I saw the impossible sight of Nyra's rogue faction, hundreds strong now, wolves who'd chosen her freely standing shoulder to shoulder with the ancient, silent army of Wraithborn that answered to her alone.The sky itself had begun to change, a bruised, wrong color bleeding across the horizon, and I felt, even from this distance, the same ancient wrongness I'd first encountered in the Dreadmoor pressing down on the en

Kade's POVI stood at the edge of the assembly field as the sun came up over ten thousand tents, and for the first time in longer than I could remember, I let myself feel something close to hope.Packs that had spent generations hating each other stood shoulder to shoulder along the ridge. Banners I'd once burned in effigy now hung beside my own. Somewhere behind me, Nyra's voice carried over the murmur of the camp, calm and certain, giving instructions to a cluster of young fighters who watched her the way soldiers watch someone they'd follow into fire."You look like a man trying not to smile," Draven said, coming up beside me with his arms crossed."I'm trying," I said. "It isn't working."He huffed something that wasn't quite a laugh. Things between us hadn't healed, not fully, not in the way either of us pretended in front of the others. There were still nights I caught him watching me across a fire with an expression I couldn't read, still moments where the weight of everything

Kade's POV The fragments kept coming after we left the ruins, uninvited, arriving at strange hours like ghosts that had finally found the door unlocked. My father's voice, warning me as a boy never to trust the packs from the eastern territories, though he never explained why, only that trust, once given carelessly, could never be fully taken back. My father speaking of something called the Veil, a word I had no memory of ever hearing before, spoken with the particular weight he reserved for things that mattered more than he was willing to say outright. And one memory that surfaced more insistently than the rest, his hand on my shoulder, his voice low and certain. "Power isn't inherited," he'd told me. "It's awakened." I didn't know what to do with any of it. The memories didn't arrive whole. They came in pieces, disjointed, missing context, missing the connective tissue that would have let me understand what any of it meant or why my mind had apparently decided, after twenty yea

Kade's POVDraven's message reached me two days after the victory, and the celebration his soldiers had earned dissolved into something considerably grimmer the moment I finished reading it."Move them east," I said aloud, reading the three words again like repetition might reveal something the words themselves refused to give up. "That's all it said?""That's all it said," Riven confirmed, standing across the command tent with his arms crossed, the same tension in his shoulders I imagined he'd carried since the message first arrived. "Draven thinks the entire engagement was staged. A diversion to reposition our forces.""Toward what?""That's the part nobody can answer yet."Nyra sat at the edge of the tent, quiet in a way that had become familiar over the past weeks, the particular stillness that meant her mind had already started reaching toward something the rest of us hadn't caught up to yet. I'd learned not to interrupt that stillness. It usually meant an answer was coming, even