All Chapters of Den of Alphas: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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The one who came back

RONAN DARIUS I knew something was wrong the moment I stepped through the gates of Lunaris Academy. It wasn’t the place. Lunaris never changed. Same tall iron gates. Same stone paths worn down by centuries of restless wolves pretending they were students. Same towers looming like silent watchers. The academy looked exactly the way I had left it. But the people didn’t. They stared. Not the quick, curious glances I was used to. Not the cautious looks people gave when they knew who I was but didn’t know how to approach me. This was different. This was longer and heavier, like they were looking at a ghost that had decided to walk back into the world. I slowed my steps without meaning to. Two juniors walking ahead of me stopped talking the moment they noticed me. One of them grabbed the other’s arm and whispered loudly enough for me to hear. “That’s him.” “No way.”

Lines were crossed

RONAN DARIUS Something had shifted at Lunaris Academy. Of course something always shifts… But this… this felt different. I felt it before I could name it. The air was different. Not the place itself… the stones, the towers, the training grounds were the same… but the way people moved around one another had changed. It was subtle. The kind of thing most wouldn’t notice. But I did. Because Amelia… still walking around as Declan… was no longer being hunted. That alone unsettled me. The first time I noticed it, I told myself it was coincidence. I was crossing the courtyard when I saw two juniors collide with her near the water fountain. One of them spilled his drink all over her sleeve. Old Declan would have been laughed at. Mocked. Pushed. Instead, the boy froze. “I… I’m sorry,” he blurted out quickly. “I didn’t see you.”

A Debt I refuse

AMELIA DECLAN I didn’t know which hurt more. The way Ronan had grabbed Lennox’s shirt like it was poison, or the way he’d thrown it away like I didn’t matter at all. I barely remembered how I got back to my room. My hands were shaking the whole time. Not from fear exactly… no, it was something worse. Humiliation mixed with confusion, mixed with anger that had nowhere to go. Zayn was on his bed when I entered, boots kicked off, book open on his chest. He looked up immediately. “You look like you just survived a battlefield,” he said. I shut the door behind me and leaned against it. “I think I did.” He sat up. “Take it easy, girl. What happened?” I didn’t answer right away. I crossed the room, dropped onto my bed, and stared at the ceiling like it might explain things to me. “Amelia,” Zayn pressed. “Talk to me.” So I did. I told him everythin

He was already claiming me

AMELIA DECLAN He told me that… By morning, my decision hadn’t changed. I woke up already tired, like I’d spent the whole night arguing with myself in my sleep. The uniform was still there, folded too neatly on my chair, like it belonged. Like it had always been meant for me. I hated that thought. Zayn noticed the moment I sat up. “You’re still thinking about returning it,” he said, rubbing his face. “I’m not thinking about it,” I replied. “I’m doing it.” He sighed like a man who had already lost the battle before it started. “Amelia, please. Just keep it.” “No.” “It’s just a uniform.” “You said that yesterday. Besides, it’s not just any uniform,” I said, standing up. “It’s his.” “And that’s exactly why you should keep it,” Zayn countered. “Ronan Darius doesn’t give things without reason. If he gave you this, r

The things that didn’t add up

DAMIEN I didn’t notice it all at once. That was the strange part. If someone had asked me when exactly I started suspecting Declan, I wouldn’t have had a clear answer. It wasn’t one big moment; it was a collection of small things. Tiny inconsistencies that didn’t matter on their own… but together, they started to itch. And once something itched in my head, I couldn’t let it go. Declan was quiet. That wasn’t unusual in Lunaris. Plenty of students kept to themselves. But Declan’s quiet wasn’t the normal kind. It wasn’t shy or timid. It was careful, like every movement had been rehearsed. He avoided people. Not rudely. Politely. Too politely. He never joined casual conversations. Never lingered in common areas longer than necessary. Never stayed after class to joke around like the others. And then there was the shifting. Or rather… the lack of it. In Lunar

They brought him to me

AMELIA DECLAN They brought him… The rumors started quietly. They always did. A whisper here. A pause in conversation when someone walked past. A sudden silence that felt too deliberate to be coincidence. At first, I ignored it. Lunaris Academy thrived on rumors the way wolves thrived on blood and moonlight. Someone was always secretly mated. Someone was always hiding power. Someone was always someone important’s lost child. So when I heard the first whisper… the Alpha King’s son is here… I didn’t panic. Not immediately. It started spreading fast after that. “He’s here. I swear it.” “No way. Why would he attend Lunaris like a normal wolf?” “Maybe he’s undercover.” “Maybe he’s hiding.” And then, somehow, the whispers started circling me. It began with questions. Too many q

Eyes where they shouldn’t be

AMELIA DECLAN That day started like every other day. Carefully. Too carefully. I waited until the corridor outside our room went quiet. No footsteps. No voices. No shadows slipping under the door. I listened longer than necessary, counting my breaths, counting the seconds, making sure Theodore wasn’t lingering and that Ronan had already gone for morning drills. Only then did I lock the door. Only then did I peel off my shirt. Removing my binders was never easy. My ribs always ached afterward, like I had been squeezed too tight for too long. Sometimes I wondered how much longer my body would tolerate this lie. I reached behind my back, fingers shaking slightly, and loosened the straps. That was when it happened. The feeling. Sharp, hot and burning, like eyes on my skin. I froze. My heart slammed so hard I thought i

He Knows

AMELIA DECLAN He knows! Things escalated during one meal in the dining hall, and I would remember that day for the rest of my life. The hall was loud, as usual. Too loud. Metal trays clanked. Voices overlapped. Laughter burst out in sharp, careless waves. I sat at the long table with my shoulders slightly hunched, hood pulled lower than necessary, doing what I always did… trying to disappear while pretending I belonged. I was still Declan to them. Still the quiet male wolf who didn’t talk much, didn’t flirt, didn’t challenge anyone…although I'm beginning to question that part of me…, and definitely didn’t draw attention. Okay, take that part out. I was halfway through my food when Damien appeared. Damien always appeared, never arrived. One second he wasn’t there, and the next he was leaning against the table like he owned the place, smile lazy, eyes sha

Delivered

AMELIA DECLAN “Ronan,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, “how long have you known?” He looked confused for half a second. Then he exhaled slowly, like he had been waiting for this exact question. “About… you?” he asked softly. “Yes. About me.” My throat tightened. “How long have you known I’m not Declan?” He didn’t dodge the question. “Since the first day I set my eyes on you,” he said. It felt like someone punched the air out of my lungs. I stared at him. “From the first day?” He nodded. “I wasn’t one hundred percent sure at first. But I knew something was wrong. The way you walked. The way you spoke. The way you avoided being touched. And your scent…” He stopped, rubbing the back of his neck. “I recognized it, even masked.” I swallowed hard. “Then why pretend like you didn’t know?” He hesitated. “I needed proof,” he sa

She didn’t run

RONAN DARIUS I knew something was wrong the moment afternoon slid into evening and she still hadn’t shown up. We had agreed to study together. Nothing dramatic. Nothing romantic. Just two people with too many assignments and not enough patience. She had rolled her eyes earlier that morning and said, “Fine. After dinner. But only for an hour.” And I had said, “Two hours.” She snorted. “An hour and fifteen. Final.” We shook on it. So when the clock hit the agreed time and there was no sign of her, I waited. Ten minutes. Fifteen. Twenty. I told myself she was running late. Maybe the teacher held her back. Maybe she slept off. But by the forty-minute mark, my chest already knew the truth. Something was wrong. I grabbed my jacket and headed straight to the dorms. The corridor smelled like soap, wet floors, and boys pretending to

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