All Chapters of The Alpha King's Chosen : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 12I woke up late the next morning. The sun was already bright, spilling through the window. For a moment, I forgot where I was. Then the scent of metal and smoke brought it all back — the academy, the tests, Miss Daria’s calm voice, Lira’s soft laugh.I sighed and sat up. My bed creaked. My body still felt heavy from nerves more than sleep. The Seer Test was tomorrow. Just the thought made my stomach twist.I tried not to think about it.So, I brushed my hair, put on the plain brown cloak I’d been given, and stepped outside.The hallway was quiet, except for faint voices somewhere far off. The walls looked even taller in daylight. Everything about this place felt sharp and important — even the air.I wanted to walk around for a while, maybe see more of the academy before the other candidates filled the halls. But I didn’t know where I was allowed to go. I didn’t want to get into trouble.After a few minutes of standing there, I decided to look for the kitchen. Lira had said I

By the next morning, the academy had changed.The noise of the previous days was gone — replaced by a quiet tension that hung in the air.Only fifty students remained.Those who failed were sent away before dawn. Some cried, others shouted, and a few just stood staring at the gates as they closed behind them.The rest of us — the ones who stayed — gathered in the hall, waiting for whatever came next.Whispers floated around like dust in sunlight.“She’s still here?”“That red-haired girl? Thought she’d be gone.”“She must be Core. No Base wolf would’ve made it this far.”I pretended not to hear.If only they knew the truth.Master Callen entered the room with his usual calm expression, a few sheets of parchment in his hand.“Congratulations,” he said. “You’ve survived the first phase of your training. What comes next will test not just your strength, but your discipline.”He paused, letting the weight of his words settle.“This evening,” he continued, “you will all assemble in the gre

We followed Master Callen into the great hall again.It looked different this morning. The long tables were gone, replaced by single desks spaced evenly apart. Sunlight poured through the high windows, catching on the silver banners that hung from the walls.The air was still, but charged. Everyone seemed quieter than usual, as if even breathing too loud could count as a mistake.Master Callen stood in front of us, his hands clasped behind his back."This is not a test of knowledge," he said, his voice even. "It is a test of leadership. Of how you think when others depend on you. Of how you stand when no one stands beside you."He began to pace slowly as he spoke."A wolf may have strength, but without a clear mind, he becomes a danger to his own pack. A leader must know when to act, when to hold back, and when to sacrifice."He turned toward us."You will each receive a set of written scenarios. Real battles. Real choices. Some have no right answer. You will be judged by your reason,

Aria's POV The academy bell tolled at dawn, its echo spreading through the valley like a slow awakening. The sky was pale gold, the kind that promised warmth but not yet delivered it. We were called again to the great hall, fifty of us, lined shoulder to shoulder.The long tables from the written test were gone. In their place stood the council bench, carved from black oak and raised above the floor. Five instructors sat behind it, their faces lit by morning light streaming through the tall windows. Master Callen stood at the center, scroll in hand.He didn’t need to ask for silence. The air itself was still, heavy with expectation.He broke the seal on the parchment. “The results of the IQ test have been reviewed,” he said, his tone steady. “Ten of you will not proceed. Forty will move forward to the next phase.”A ripple of sound swept through the hall, muffled sighs and quiet gasps.He continued reading the names, his voice even as he moved down the list. When he said mine, I almo

Lucian’s POVThe reports from the academy lay in an uneven stack before me. Ink still fresh on the top sheet. I had been sitting there since dawn, reading line after line until the words began to blur.“Forty candidates remain,” I murmured, tracing the lines of the latest report with my thumb. “Three tests completed. One to go.”The Battle Round. The final test before the academy would choose its trainees.A simple enough process on paper. Yet my attention lingered longer than it should have.A soft knock came from the door. Without lifting my eyes, I said, “Enter.”Ronan stepped in, wearing that faint grin he carried like a weapon. “You’re already buried in reports. I thought I’d at least bring you company while you drown.”I leaned back slightly in the chair. “You’re late.”“I was letting you think,” he said, crossing the room with a lazy stride. “You get unpleasant when I interrupt you too early.”He helped himself to the chair opposite mine, arms folding loosely. His eyes moved to