บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha King's Chosen : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The morning light crept into the attic, pale and weak, painting thin stripes on the dusty floorboards. My eyes burned from lack of sleep. I had tossed and turned all night, but no dream or darkness could ease the heaviness pressing on my chest.The echoes of last night’s celebration still clung to me. Cheers, laughter, the sound of mugs clinking. My brother had shifted, and the pack had rejoiced. But me? I had sat in this cage of an attic, curled up on a thin mattress, forgotten.I rubbed my hands over my face and whispered to myself, “I can’t do this anymore. I won’t.”The words cracked in the silence, but hearing them out loud gave me a strange spark of courage.A plate of food still sat in the corner, Leah’s attempt at kindness. The meat had turned gray, the bread was stiff. My stomach twisted painfully, but I shoved it aside. Hunger had become my shadow, a quiet friend that reminded me I was still alive.I thought of Theo—my twin, my brother. Did he feel the weight of the pack’s c

The morning started like any other. From the attic, I heard the pack yard come alive—the crunch of boots on dirt, the sharp crack of practice hits, the shouts from the warriors training. I could pick out every single sound, but one rose above them all. My brother’s voice. Commanding. Certain. The future Alpha. My father never missed a chance to boast about him, and today was no different. His booming laughter carried from the yard below like a drumbeat.I sat near the attic window, watching through the cracks in the walls. The forest beyond swayed gently in the morning breeze, sunlight dripping through the leaves like gold. Everything looked so normal, so steady. The air smelled of clean dirt and pine. I had no idea that by the end of the day, everything would change.By noon, the air was thick with the sound of sparring. The clanging of steel against steel, the deep thud of a body hitting the ground, the shouts of encouragement. My brother trained harder than usual, fueled by the pri

A secluded area in the forest..“You’re late,” a rogue snarled, his voice sharp in the night air. His yellow eyes glowed faintly under the pale moonlight. The others shifted restlessly around him, claws scraping at the damp earth.A hooded woman stepped into the clearing, her black cloak dragging over the mossy ground. She moved slowly, without fear, like she owned the darkness itself. Though her face was hidden beneath the hood, her presence silenced the restless growls of the rogues.“I arrive when I choose to,” she said flatly, her voice low but steady. “Report.”The tallest rogue bared his teeth. “Theo Hale is dead. Just as you ordered.”A ripple of uneasy laughter spread through the group. Some smirked, others shifted uncomfortably, but all eyes flicked back to the cloaked figure.“Dead in his sister’s place,” another added. “But why not kill her instead? She’s weak, human. It would’ve been easier.”The woman tilted her head slightly. Her voice came soft, but it cut like ice. “Do

Lucian's POVAlpha King's castle“You’re quiet,” Ronan said as he stepped into my office.He didn’t knock. He never did. Ronan was my beta, but he had been my friend long before either of us took rank. He walked in like he owned the place, holding a few scrolls and a half-empty cup of coffee.I looked up from the map spread across my desk. “You’re late.”He shrugged. “You’re early.”I gave him a look that made him grin. Then he placed the scrolls down and leaned against the edge of the desk.“I have news,” he said. “From the northern border. The Silvermoon pack is preparing to reach out for alliances. It seems they’re struggling after that rogue attack.”My hand stilled on the map. “Silvermoon.”Ronan nodded. “Yes. Word says they lost their heir — Theo Hale. They’ll need protection, maybe even help rebuilding their borders. I thought you’d want to know.”I leaned back in my chair. “They’ve always been proud. Alpha Victor doesn’t ask for help easily.”“He will this time,” Ronan replied

The carriage jolted violently over a tree root, and I gripped the side with white-knuckled hands. My chest ached, my heart hammering. I glanced at the driver, whose face was still hidden beneath his hood. He was tense, eyes darting to the shadows outside.The noises—the thumps, the whispers of movement in the forest—had vanished as suddenly as they had begun. The horses were calmer now, though their sides still rose and fell rapidly.“Miss… Hale,” the driver said finally, his voice low, rough from shouting over the wind. “We’re safe now. You… you needn’t worry.”A part of me wanted to believe it was over, that whatever had chased us was gone.But another part—the part that had learned not to trust peace—knew better.I let out a shaky breath, not trusting my voice yet. “W-where are we?” I whispered.He gave a small nod toward the path ahead. “Not far. The academy… just beyond that hill.”I pressed my hand to my chest, trying to calm the rapid thud of my heartbeat. The dark forest had s