All Chapters of FATED TO THE ALPHA I WAS BORN TO KILL: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Mogra's POVI felt her die before anyone brought me the news.It arrived as a hollowness first, a sudden absence where something had lived inside my own chest for eighteen years without my ever fully acknowledging its presence there. I had trained myself not to name that feeling, not to call it love, because love implied a vulnerability I couldn't afford in the life I'd built for both of us. But I felt its absence the instant it vanished, and no amount of discipline stopped the sound that tore out of my own throat when it happened.I was chained at the time, held in whatever prison the ancient thing had constructed for me since the night it first revealed itself in my sanctum, and the guards assigned to watch me, thin, wrong-eyed things wearing the shape of wolves, startled visibly at the noise I made."Something's wrong with her," one of them said, uncertain, glancing toward the shadows as though seeking permission to react.I didn't answer. I couldn't. I sat with my knees drawn to m

Draven's POVI heard the news of her waking before Kade found me, one of the healers rushing past me in the corridor with tears of relief still wet on her face, and I stood frozen for a long moment, letting the impossible weight of it settle before I let myself believe it fully.She was alive. Whatever cost she'd hinted at, whatever promise she'd made to something ancient and patient, she was alive, and some fragile, guilty part of me finally allowed itself to hope that maybe, somehow, the damage I'd caused hadn't been permanent after all.I didn't go to the chapel. Kade needed that reunion without an audience, without me standing nearby as a reminder of exactly what my own hands had cost her. Instead, I returned to the task I'd been avoiding since the funeral, sorting through the intelligence we'd captured from Draven's forces, from my own forces, during the battle's aftermath.I found it near midnight, buried in a set of orders written in a hand I recognized instantly, my father's p

Riven's POVI hadn't heard the news yet when the grief finally caught up with me properly.I'd been managing the northern defenses for five days straight, throwing myself into troop rotations and supply lines and every practical task available specifically because it left no room to feel anything else. It worked, mostly, during daylight hours. It stopped working entirely once I finally collapsed onto my own cot near midnight, exhausted enough that my careful walls finally crumbled without my permission.I found myself thinking about the training yard. About watching her correct a young wolf's stance with two careful fingers, patient in a way I'd never expected from someone I'd spent months believing was nothing but a weapon aimed at my Alpha's throat.I found myself thinking about the healer's wing, about her hand tightening around a blade meant for Riven, and how she hadn't hesitated, not even for a heartbeat, throwing herself into a killing strike for a man she'd once been raised to

Kade's POVI found the second box three days after Draven first showed me Operation Severance, buried behind a false panel so cleverly hidden that I nearly missed it entirely despite having already torn the rest of the archive apart searching for exactly this kind of secret.Nyra sat with me through the search, still recovering, still pale, but insisting she was strong enough to help despite Orlanna's repeated protests. The mark beneath her collarbone had settled into a steadier rhythm since she'd woken, though something in her expression, guarded and distant whenever the conversation drifted too close to whatever promise she'd made during those five lost days, told me she still carried a weight she hadn't fully shared with any of us."This lock is different," she said, studying the second box's warded seal with a frown. "Older than the chest that opened for my blood. This feels almost, familiar, somehow.""Familiar how?""I don't know yet." She pressed her palm against the cold metal

Kade's POVI found her collapsed against the chapel wall, Orlanna already kneeling beside her, and my heart stopped entirely at the sight of silver light pouring visibly off her skin in slow, uncontrolled waves, brighter than anything I'd seen since the courtyard."Nyra!" I dropped to my knees beside her."I'm here." Her voice came out strained, but conscious, alert despite the light still radiating off every inch of exposed skin. "Kade, something's changing, I can feel it, it's not the same as before.""What does that mean?"Orlanna's hands hovered near Nyra's abdomen, her expression carrying a mixture of confusion and something that looked almost like wonder. "Alpha, I need you to understand this may sound impossible.""Just say it.""Her body is responding to something growing inside her," Orlanna said carefully. "I would have said this was simply impossible an hour ago. The silver light, the sudden warmth returning to her skin in this concentrated way, it mirrors exactly what I've