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Chapter 170 - Terms and Conditions

They didn’t waste time pretending anymore.Once I was seated - contained, really, boxed in by and too many guards for it to be coincidence - the Council rose as one. Their robes caught the early light, silver thread glinting like blades. The crowd quieted instinctively. Even the wolves seemed to still.This was the part they enjoyed.Bereth stood first, staff striking stone once. The sound echoed through the arena, final and absolute.“By ancient law,” he intoned, “and under Article Nine of the Sovereign Claim, the Alpha Challenge between Cameron of Blackridge and Alaric the Former Alpha is hereby recognized as a Trial of Dominion.”My stomach dropped.I leaned forward. “No.” I said sharply. “That’s not what was invoked.”Veyne didn’t even look at me. “You are not recognized as a speaker in this proceeding.”The words slammed into me harder than any physical blow.Rowan moved instantly from the floor below. “That’s a violation-”Halvorsen lifted a hand. “Alpha Rowan of Vale, you will

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Chapter 171 - Fight

Cameron finally looks up. Our eyes lock and something in his face breaks.Resolve hits me through the bond even with the suppression dulling it, a low, burning certainty that steadies my shaking knees.I see you, his gaze says. I’m still choosing you.Alaric laughs, slow and taunting. “Try not to make this boring, boy.”Cameron doesn’t answer.The second horn sounds. They move.It’s not graceful. It’s not measured. Cameron explodes forward, fast and precise, blades flashing as he goes straight for Alaric’s throat. Alaric twists aside at the last second, claws raking across Cameron’s shoulder instead - leather tearing, blood spraying dark against pale stone.I gasp.Cameron doesn’t slow.He pivots, slams a knee into Alaric’s ribs, follows with a brutal elbow that snaps Alaric’s head back. The impact echoes. Wolves howl.This is not sparring. This is execution-level violence.Alaric stumbles, then grins with blood on his teeth. He shifts partially, bones cracking as his strength surges,

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Chapter 172 - You will loose your heart

They come apart just long enough for Alaric to shift fully. Muscle surging, spine snapping as his wolf takes over in a violent blur of motion. His fur is iron-gray, massive, scarred, his eyes burning a vicious amber as he launches himself at Cameron with killing intent.Cameron shifts too. But not all the way. Just enough.His wolf surges under his skin, eyes glowing silver as claws rip free of his fingers and his canines lengthen. He meets Alaric head-on, the impact so forceful it sends a shockwave through the arena. The stands shake. Dust rains from the stone arches.The crowd is screaming now - some in awe, some in horror. I can hear them, but all I see is Cameron.Alaric clamps his jaws around Cameron’s shoulder and rips. Cameron howls in pain. The sound slices straight through me.Blood pours down his arm, dark and slick, but Cameron doesn’t retreat. He snarls back, driving his claws into Alaric’s flank, tearing fur and flesh. Alaric snaps at his throat, missing by a breath as Ca

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Chapter 173 - Not Exactly The End

For a few long seconds, no one moves.Alaric’s body lies sprawled across the blood-darkened stone, massive even in death. The scent of iron saturates the air so thick it coats the back of my throat. Cameron remains on one knee beside him, chest heaving, arm still crimson to the elbow.He doesn’t look triumphant.He looks feral. Alive by inches.The silence fractures when the crowd erupts.It starts as a ripple - a few gasps, a few shouted curses - then it swells into something louder, chaotic, divided. Some howl in disbelief. Some in outrage. Some in awe. The name Blackridge rises from one side of the stands, hesitant at first.Then stronger.“Blackridge!”“Blackridge!”My pack. They’re on their feet. Cheering to my mate. But the council does not rise. They sit like stone gargoyles carved into their seats, faces tight with something far uglier than grief.Calculation.High Councilor stands first. Slowly. Reluctantly. His robes fall into place as if even they resist movement. He survey

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Chapter 174 - We Need To Move

The arena is still roaring when Cameron’s knees finally threaten to give out.I feel it before I see it. The bond shudders - not from pain alone, but from the sheer depletion running through him. His body is holding together on will and instinct. Blood drips steadily from his fingers onto the sand, dark and relentless.“Clara.” he says, voice rough, barely audible beneath the chaos.I’m already there, already bracing him, sliding under his weight without hesitation.“You’re not allowed to collapse.” I mutter fiercely. “Not after that.”A weak breath that might be a laugh ghosts against my temple. “Bossy even in crisis.”His hand trembles as it rises to my waist.Up in the stands, councilors descend in tight clusters, robes whispering like snakes through dry grass. Guards swarm the perimeter. The air is thick with tension - triumph clashing with resentment.Virek is watching us. Not the body of ex Alpha being carried away. Not the crowd.Us.Cameron’s grip tightens on my arm.“Clara.”

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Chapter 175 - Wounds

The Vale packhouse doors slam open before we even reach them.“Healer!” Rowan roars as we cross the threshold.The interior erupts into motion. Vale wolves scatter from the main hall, shock flickering across their faces at the sight of Cameron - soaked in red, barely upright, eyes still blazing despite the gray creeping into his skin.Doctor Marek appears from the side corridor, already snapping on gloves. He stops short when he sees the damage.“By the ancestors..” he mutters. “Table. Now.”“I can walk.” Cameron growls.His legs immediately betray him. Kael and Rowan catch him before he hits the stone floor.“Of course you can.” Kael mutters. “That’s why you’re folding.”They lay him across the heavy oak table in the center of the hall. Vale wolves hover uncertainly at the edges - this is their territory, their packhouse - but it feels overtaken now by Blackridge presence.Our wolves fill the doorway. Silent. Watching. Protective.Marek cuts away Cameron’s ruined leathers without cer

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-02-15

Chapter 176 - Fear

The space beside me is cool. Not freshly abandoned. Not warm from a body that just shifted.It's cold.My heart stutters.The room is dim, early light barely filtering through the heavy curtains. The fire has burned low. The air smells faintly of antiseptic and dried blood.Memory crashes back in all at once. The arena. The heart in his hand. The council’s eyes. Threats. Pack house. The stitches.I sit up too fast.“Cameron?”No answer.The word echoes too loudly in the quiet room.My pulse spikes instantly, sharp and blinding. The bond... the bond feels muted. Not gone. Just… distant. Blurry. Like static at the edge of hearing.No.No, no, no.I’m out of the bed before I can stop myself, bare feet hitting the cold floor. My chest tightens painfully, breath shortening without permission. Irrational thoughts flash in rapid succession - council retaliation, poison, some political ambush in the night."You’re spiraling." My wolf said."I know I am." I snap back.Doesn’t stop it.“Camero

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-02-16

Chapter 177 - Breakfast

Cameron lasts exactly twelve minutes in bed. I know because I time it.“You’re not healed.” I say flatly as he swings his legs over the side of the mattress.“I’m stitched.” he corrects.“You’re wounded.”“I’m hungry.”“You almost bled out.”“And now I’d like eggs.”I stare at his back as he reaches for a clean shirt. The movement pulls at the bandages and I see the tension ripple through him, no matter how hard he tries to hide it.“You’re doing that jaw thing,” I note.“What jaw thing?”“The ‘this definitely hurts but I will die before admitting it’ jaw thing.”He pauses. Annoying man. Then he looks at me over his shoulder, gray eyes steady.“I’m not staying upstairs like an invalid while we’re guests on Vale land.”There it is. Not stubbornness. Strategy. Image.Alpha politics.I sigh and stand. “Fine. But if you tear a stitch, I’m personally telling Marek it was your idea.”“That’s fair.”He shrugs into the shirt slowly, carefully. It’s black. Of course it is. It makes the white b

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Chapter 178 - Playground

Rowan closes the gabinet door with a quiet, decisive click. The sound settles into the room like a boundary being drawn.This is Vale territory.Our walls. Our maps. Our history lining the shelves.Kael moves to the wall where Vale territory is mapped in layered ink - trade routes, council roads, disputed borders sketched in faint charcoal. Several new markers have been added since yesterday.Rowan doesn’t waste time.“The council thinks yesterday gave them leverage,” he begins calmly. “They believe the duel consolidated power under Cameron - which makes him the focal point.”Cameron’s expression doesn’t shift. “That’s not wrong.”“It is if we don’t let it be.” Kael replies.I watch my brothers carefully. They’re not angry. They’re precise.“The council stripped Clara’s formal authority from the duel,” Rowan continues, glancing at me briefly. “Publicly, that made her look sidelined.”A flicker of irritation rises in my chest.“Yes.” I say evenly. “I noticed. Thank you for reminder.”K

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Chapter 179 - Our Alpha

Rowan opens the gabinet door first .The corridor outside is quieter than before, but not relaxed. Vale wolves pass with measured steps. Blackridge wolves stationed near the stairwell straighten almost imperceptibly when they see Cameron emerge.The air changes around him. Not dramatically. But noticeably.Cameron doesn’t rush. He doesn’t loom. He simply walks beside me, steady despite the stiffness in his shoulders.“Remember,” Rowan says low as we step out, “composure.”“Always.” Cameron replies.Kael’s gaze flicks between us. “We’ll coordinate the rest.”They peel away down the opposite corridor. It leaves just the two of us. The moment stretches - quiet but not private.Then footsteps approach from the main hall.A Blackridge wolf I recognize from the combat - tall, scar over his left brow, one of Alaric’s former lieutenants - slows when he reaches us. His posture is careful. Respectful. But not submissive.He looks at Cameron first.“Alpha.”The word lands cleanly. No hesitation.

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