Semua Bab Den of Alphas: Bab 61 - Bab 70

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.”

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

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

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

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