All Chapters of Den of Alphas: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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A secret too big to hide

AMELIA 'DECLAN' He said we should … I shut the door behind me the moment I stepped into the room, my heart still beating too fast for a normal person. Maybe I shouldn’t have walked that fast, but I couldn’t help it. My mind had been in chaos from the moment Draven… no, his new name… called me. I leaned my back against the door and inhaled deeply, trying to steady myself. I didn’t even notice Zayn sitting on the lower bunk until he spoke. “Why do you look like somebody counted your days and told you they’ll expire tomorrow?” I jumped slightly. “You scared me.” Zayn raised a brow. “That didn’t answer my question.” He was studying me too closely, like he was reading every twitch in my face. And honestly, I didn’t like that. I walked past him and dropped my bag on the table. “It’s nothing,” I said, trying to sound normal.

The one I didn’t expect

AMELIA 'DECLAN' He was there… The knock came again. It was sharp and confident, almost like whoever stood outside my door knew exactly who I was and wasn’t afraid of it. Zayn moved first. He stepped in front of me without saying a word, one hand already clenched like he was ready for trouble. I hated how natural that reaction felt now… like danger had become normal around me. “Stay behind me,” he muttered. “I’m not a child,” I whispered back, though I still did exactly what he said. He reached for the door and pulled it open. And the last person I expected stood there. Damien. For a second, my brain refused to process it. I just stared at him like he was some illusion my mind had created because I was already too tense. “Declan,” Damien said easily, like we weren’t standing in the middle of something fragile. “You look l

I knew it

RONAN DARIUS I knew it I had always trusted my instincts. They were the one thing that had never failed me, not even when I was younger and stupid enough to think I could outrun my father’s shadow. My wolf had learned early to listen, to observe, to wait. And right from the first week Declan walked into Lunaris Academy, something about him had felt wrong. Not weak, not cowardly… Just wrong. He moved like someone who was always aware of space. Of eyes. Of exits. He spoke little, watched too much, and when people laughed around him, his smile never reached his eyes. People like that were hiding something. And I hated mysteries I didn’t understand. I know I probably sound like a broken record, considering this is not the first time I'm bringing this Declan issue up… but I can't continue to pretend that I'm comfortable thinking about it. I need t

I would rather die

RONAN DARIUS I woke up to stone. Cold stone beneath my back. Cold air biting into my skin. My head throbbed like it had been split open and stitched back together by someone who hated me. The first thing I smelled was iron and damp earth. Dungeon. Of course it was. My father never did anything halfway. Chains rattled when I moved. Heavy. Reinforced. Silver-laced. Not enough to kill me, but enough to make sure my wolf stayed quiet. That alone made anger coil in my chest. “You can stop pretending I’m weak,” I muttered. “I woke up already.” Footsteps answered me. Slow, measured and familiar in a way that made my stomach twist. The guards stepped aside, and there he was. My father. Alpha Darius. He stood tall, dressed in dark leathers, his presence filling the room like smoke. Power rolled off him in waves. The kind th

Some apologies don’t open door

LENNOX HALE I found a way to… Guilt had a voice. I didn’t know that before. I thought guilt was just that tight feeling in the chest, the one you ignored until it went away. But this one talked. It clawed. It paced inside my head like my wolf had nowhere to lie down. You were wrong. That was what it kept saying. You were cruel to the wrong person. I tried to drown it out. Training harder. Snapping at people. Laughing louder than usual. None of it worked. Because every time I closed my eyes, I saw Declan. Not the version I made him into in my head. Not the liar. Not the snitch. Just… him. Quiet. Always trying to pass by without being noticed. Always minding his business. Always taking hits he didn’t deserve. And the truth I had uncovered refused to stay buried. Declan never told anyone. Damien did. The irony of that still made my jaw tighten. Damien. Of all people. The one who overheard me when I was weak. The one who let my worst moment

I wanted to be invisible

AMELIA 'DECLAN' He claimed me… I knew something was wrong the moment Lennox walked into the lecture hall. Not wrong like the usual kind. Not like when you forget your book or when the air feels too still before training. This was the kind of wrong that sat heavy in your chest before anything even happened. It was a combined class. Those were always chaotic. Senior students mixed with juniors, everyone pretending rank didn’t matter while still very much aware that it did. Seniors took the back seats like they owned the place. Juniors clung to the front like safety depended on it. I came early. I always did. I liked the second row, far right. Close enough to hear, far enough to disappear. I dropped my bag, placed my book on the seat beside me… Zayn’s seat… and sat down. Routine. Safe. Predictable. Then Lennox walked in. The room shifted. That wasn’t my imagination. Conversations dipped. A few heads turned. Lennox didn’t have to announce hi

The truth didn’t set me free

RONAN DARIUS He told me! I woke up angry. That was nothing new. Anger had become my default emotion ever since my father dragged me out of Lunaris Academy like a criminal and locked me up in his pack’s holding quarters as if I was some unruly pup who needed to be taught a lesson. The room was cold. Stone walls. No windows. Just enough light to remind you that time was passing without you. I shifted on the narrow bed and immediately sensed another presence. I opened my eyes. A guard stood right in front of me. Too close. Too quiet. Just staring. I pushed myself up on my elbows. “What the hell are you staring at?” The guard didn’t flinch. Didn’t apologize. He just straightened like he’d been waiting for me to wake up. “Your father ordered that you be released.” I blinked. Then I laughed. A sharp, humorless laugh that echoed off the walls. “Released,” I repeated slowly. “You’re joking.” He didn’t smile. I leaned back again

Someone is always watching

AMELIA DECLAN Someone sent him The library had always been my safest place. It smelled like old paper and dust and silence. The kind of silence that didn’t judge you. The kind that didn’t ask questions. People came here to read, not to stare, not to whisper, not to look too closely at what didn’t quite fit. I sat in my usual corner, back against the shelf, knees drawn up, a book open on my lap. I wasn’t really reading. I’d been staring at the same line for almost ten minutes. My thoughts were louder than the room. Lennox. Ronan. Zayn’s quiet warnings. The way eyes followed me now. I exhaled slowly and forced myself to focus. Page seventy-four. I traced the words with my finger, pretending they mattered. “Amelia.” My heart stopped. The book slipped from my hands and hit the floor with a

Three months to choose

RONAN DARIUS Three months I noticed my father was dying before anyone dared to say it out loud. It wasn’t something dramatic. No loud collapse. No final words whispered in a dark room. It was the small things. The way his hands shook when he thought no one was looking. The way his breathing sounded heavier, like each breath had to be convinced to stay. It was the way he stumbled once during a council meeting and blamed it on the uneven floor, even though that floor had been smooth for as long as I remember. The Alpha King did not stumble. Yet my father did. And still, he refused to loosen his grip on anything, including me. “An alpha must never show weakness, even when he becomes one,” he had once told me. I watched him from across the hall one morning as he argued with two councilmen. His voice was strong, sharp, and commanding. But his body betrayed him.

When the Alpha Vanished

AMELIA DECLAN I realized something was wrong the moment the teacher stopped mid-sentence. Mr. O’Brien wasn’t the kind of man who forgot names. He remembered faces, ranks, packs, even grudges. So when he paused, looked around the lecture hall, and frowned like a piece of his routine was missing, the room slowly went quiet. “Ronan Darius,” he said. “Has anyone seen him?” At first, nobody answered. Then someone at the back snorted. “Maybe he finally ran away from training.” A few people laughed. Another voice chimed in, “Or maybe he got tired of scaring everyone.” More laughter… nervous laughter… followed. It was the kind people used when talking about someone powerful in their absence. I didn’t laugh. I sat very still. One week. That was when it hit me. One whole week, and I hadn’t seen Ronan. Not in th

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