All Chapters of Den of Alphas: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

DRAVEN                        He meant it! I had never felt my heart sink the way it did the moment my father told me I was going to Lunaris Academy. He didn’t even warn me. He just sat there in his study, polishing his dagger like he always did when he wanted to remind me he was tougher than everyone else. The windows were open, and the cold evening air blew inside. I had walked in expecting another lecture… maybe another long rant about how I was soft or how I didn’t have the makings of a future Alpha yet. But then he looked up at me and said, very casually, “Pack your things. You’ll be going to Lunaris Academy in two weeks.” I froze. My throat tightened immediately. “W–What?” I asked, hoping I misheard. He didn’t even blink. “You heard me, Draven. Go pack your things.” I staggered closer. “Dad, Lunaris Academy is…” “A place where real Alphas are made,” he snapped

LYDIA Plans A, B, C, D, Execution… I barely slept the night after my ‘fight’... or whatever it was… with Cyrus. My mind raced, my heart burned, and every thought I had circled back to one single truth: He was going to send Draven to Lunaris Academy, whether I liked it or not. But I am no fool. I know Cyrus. I know how stubborn he is. And I know that fighting him directly would only make him dig his heels in deeper. So I did what any intelligent woman would do… I crafted a different approach. A sweeter one. A gentler one. A lie wrapped in silk. By sunrise, I practiced my smile three times in the mirror before going to find him. I entered his office quietly, letting the scent of morning tea and old scrolls wash over me. He was standing near the window, arms folded, gaze fixed on the training grounds below. “Cyrus,” I said softly. He didn’t turn immediately. When he did, his face was unreadable, guarded. “I came to apologize,” I began. His eyes

ALPHA CYRUS Where is he? I will never forget the moment the news reached me. I was halfway through a council briefing when the doors of the hall burst open and one of my sentinels stumbled in, face pale, chest heaving as if he had outrun death itself. “Alpha… we were ambushed.” My heart stopped. Just stopped. For a second, the world around me blurred… the murmurs of the elders, the crackling torches, the endless rows of carved wooden seats. Everything drowned beneath that single word. Ambushed. My first thought wasn’t of the men I sent. It was of my son. Draven. “What do you mean ambushed?” I demanded, my voice deeper, harder than I intended. The sentinel swallowed. “The scouts… the men you sent to accompany the young Alpha… they’re all dead.” Silence fell over the hall like a shroud. I stood so quickly my chair slammed backward to the ground. “Where is my son? Where is Draven?” His eyes flickered with panic… panic he was tryin

LYDIA … because they failed… I was pleased with myself when I entered the hall. Actually pleased. It felt good believing my plan had worked. I had imagined my men dragging Draven to a secured location…angry, cursing, furious, anything… just as long as he didn’t step foot into Lunaris Academy. Lunaris Academy… that cursed place. I didn’t care what Cyrus said or how he tried to paint it. I knew the truth. That academy destroyed boys like Draven. Broke them. Sent them back in pieces. And Cyrus wanted to send my son there as if he didn’t know. As if he didn’t care. As if Draven wasn’t his only child. So yes, I acted. I wasn’t going to sit and wait for someone else to decide if my son lived or died. I sent loyal men to intercept him, to take him somewhere safe until I could deal with Cyrus properly. I sent them to save Draven from his father’s wicked plans. But the moment I stepped into the hall and saw the state of the men who returned… muddy, restless, loud,

AMELIA 'DECLAN' He's here! I didn’t sleep well the night before, and it wasn’t because I didn’t try. I tried. I really did. I closed my eyes. I changed positions like twenty times. I even tried humming that silly tune Declan always mocked me for. But nothing helped. Every time I fell asleep, the same dream dragged me back. My father. Dead. Blood everywhere. And the look in his eyes… like he regretted everything too late. It was strange because I didn’t know how to feel. I loved him. At least, a part of me still did. He was my father. He raised me. He held my hand when I was little. He used to call me “little star” before all the darkness happened. Before he became the monster the world saw. So waking up from that dream left this weird ache in my chest. Like something heavy was sitting on it. I kept taking deep breaths, but nothing changed. By morning, I was already tired. My mind was in pieces, scattered everywhere except where it needed