All Chapters of Den of Alphas: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

AMELIA 'DECLAN' He's here! That morning, I woke up with a heaviness sitting right on my chest. I couldn’t explain it. I couldn’t shake it. My wolf had been restless since dawn, pacing inside me like something bad was about to happen. I kept telling myself it was nothing. Just morning nerves. Just one of those days when my instincts acted up for no reason. But deep down, I knew better. I had an appointment with the Director of Student Affairs, and I didn’t even know why he wanted to see Declan. I hadn’t skipped classes again. I hadn’t broken any rules… well, nothing they could prove. Still, I dressed carefully, adjusting the bindings under my clothes, tightening them twice just to be sure. I fixed my hair in the messy boyish style I’d practiced a hundred times. I checked the mirror, then checked again, then again. Once I stepped out of my room, nobody had to see Amelia. They only had to see Declan. When I stepped into the hallway, my ha

AMELIA 'DECLAN' SILVER                    He showed up! The library was unusually quiet that afternoon. Not the normal study-quiet, but the heavy, too-still kind that made every small sound feel loud. Maybe it was just me. My head had been a mess since morning, and even though I tried to focus on my book, the words kept dancing around like they were making fun of me. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair, trying to calm my thoughts. The whole day had been strange… rumors, whispers, students staring too long, teachers acting as if they were hiding something. And with Alpha Cyrus somewhere around the academy, my nerves were crawling. I bent over my book again, muttering the words under my breath just to stay awake. Then it happened. A voice… soft, quiet, almost like a hiss… leaned into my ear. “How long have you been a boy in a girl’s body?” I froze. My heart sl

AMELIA 'DECLAN' He wants something in exchange for … Zayn didn’t shout. He didn’t slam a door or drag me anywhere. He just stood there in the middle of our room, blocking the window light with his body, and said calmly: “Declan… or whatever your female name is… we’re going to talk about what I want.” That was how the chapter started in real life — no greeting, no warning, no chance for me to breathe. Just that one sentence that instantly froze every muscle in my body. I swallowed and tried to keep the blanket tight around me. My throat felt dry. “What… what do you mean?” I whispered. Zayn tilted his head, almost amused, like he had been waiting for me all his life to ask that question. “You want my silence, don’t you?” he said. “You want me to keep your little secret away from others, right?.” My fingers tightened on the blanket. “Zayn, please …” “No,” he cut in, raising a hand. “Don’t beg yet. I don’t like it when people beg before they know the price.”

LENNOX HALE                      She didn't do it. I never liked waking up before my alarm, but that morning, my eyes were open even before the sun touched the window. My chest felt heavy, like someone had placed a stone right on top of it. I didn’t know why. Maybe guilt. Maybe anger. Maybe the usual frustration that had been following me since that stupid rumor broke out. Rumor about my mate. Rumor that ruined everything. Rumor I blamed on Declan.. or whatever his damn name was. I dragged myself out of bed and washed my face, hoping the cold water would clear my mind. But it didn’t. If anything, it made me remember the whispering voices that followed me through the halls yesterday. “Did you hear? Lennox’s mate left him…” “But Lennox? With his kind of power?” “Who even talks about their mate like that? He must have told someone.” Every voice felt like a slap.

AMELIA 'DECLAN'  I heard my name before I even fully realised it was my name. “Amelia.” It was soft, but still strong enough to cut through the noise in the hallway. I froze for one full second. Then I pretended I didn’t hear anything. I kept walking. My heart started beating loudly, so loud I was worried someone near me could hear it too. No. It couldn’t be. Nobody here should know that name. “Amelia.” This time the voice was closer. I refused to turn. I kept pretending, arranging my books, acting like I was reading something on the noticeboard even though the words were already dancing in my eyes. A hand tapped my shoulder. Just once. Light, but familiar. I turned, mostly because I had no choice. And the moment my eyes landed on him, everything inside me just stopped. He looked different. The hair. The shape of the jaw. Even the heig