All Chapters of Den of Alphas: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Amelia's Pov I paced to and fro across my room the morning after, the rustle of my dress echoing in the silence. The gown clung to my body in a way that felt foreign, alien and suffocating. My stepmother, Luna Marissa, had claimed she bought it for me herself, and the servants repeated her words when they entered to dress me in it.Her parting gift.That was what she called it and the phrase itself had stung. Ever since my mother died and left me with no one to shield me, I had been at Marissa’s mercy. She only gave me things when it suited her and most were cheap hand-me-downs from the market, pitiful scraps, though our pack had more than enough wealth to provide for me properly.It was my mother’s sister who had saved me more times than I could count, secretly sending food, clothes and whispers of womanly knowledge through a trusted maid. Her aid had kept me from starving most times, from walking in rags, from stumbling blindly in ignorance. But even her help had limits. She had s

AMELIA ‘Declan’ SILVER He’s the one! If there was ever a moment my lungs forgot how to work, it was that second… sitting in Damien’s car, realizing I wasn’t staring at some random student but at him. Lennox Hale… The same Lennox I almost got forced to marry. The same Lennox whose father had laughed while talking about “taming” his future Luna… me. And here he was, feet away, breathing the same air, completely unaware that the “strange boy” sitting beside him was the girl he had nearly claimed like property. I felt my pulse drum loudly in my throat. For a second, I wondered if wolves could hear heartbeats the way vampires were rumored to. If he could, then I was done for, because mine sounded like thunder trapped inside a metal drum. He looked at me briefly again, eyes sharp and unreadable. His scent… cedar and storm… hit me harder this time. I forced my face to stay neutral. Declan, not Amelia. A boy, not a girl. Calm. Breathe. Damien cleared his throat

AMELIA 'DECLAN' SILVER He didn't stop! If someone asked me to describe the Lunaris dining hall in one sentence, I’d say: A feeding ground where testosterone, scrambled eggs, and chaos fight for dominance. I hadn’t even stepped fully inside before the noise hit me like a slap. Shouting. Laughter. Chairs scraping. Someone banging on a table rhythmically like it was a battle drum. The air smelled like maple syrup, toast, sausages… and competitiveness. Boys moved in packs here… laughing too loud, talking too big, walking like they owned gravity. I clutched my tray like it was a shield and tried to blend with the crowd. Zayn walked beside me, casual and silent like someone used to this madness. Meanwhile, I felt like a rabbit who snuck into a wolf convention by wearing fur and hoping for the best. “Just don’t stare at anyone too long,” Zayn murmured. “Why?” I asked, even though I felt like I already knew why. “You’ll either challenge them, flirt by

AMELIA 'DECLAN' SILVER Cracks in the mask I woke up with my heart pounding. It was not the good kind of fast heartbeat — the what on earth did I just get myself into kind. And honestly, I didn’t blame myself. I was in a school full of wolves who hated weakness, boys who fought before breakfast and sized you up like prey the moment you walked in. And then there was Ronan Darius. And my stupid heart reacted. Idiot. Why him? Why here? Why now? I dragged myself out of bed, washed my face, dressed as carefully as I could, binding down my chest tightly, hiding every curve, making sure I looked as flat and masculine as possible. The last thing I needed was someone noticing what was underneath. Someone like Ronan. Stop thinking about him, Amelia. Focus. I tucked short hair under a cap, put on my uniform jacket, and headed out. Training class. My first physical combat training in Lunaris. Great. Just great. If I survived breakfast yesterday, training woul