บททั้งหมดของ Claimed by the silverfang alphas : บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

THE BROKEN CROWN~DAXON'S POV~The sound of the key turning in the lock was the loudest thing I had ever heard.Click.It was a final, damning sound. I pulled the heavy iron key from the cellar door and shoved it deep into my pocket, feeling the cold metal bite into my thigh. Behind that steel barrier sat my brother...my twin, my Alpha, the other half of my soul...caging himself like a rabid animal to protect the woman we both loved.I stood in the wet corridor for a moment, resting my forehead against the cool stone of the wall. The silence down here was oppressive, heavy with the metallic tang of the blood Mathias had just consumed.But upstairs? Upstairs, the silence had shattered.The noise filtered down the stairwell...a chaotic, rising roar of voices. It wasn't the disciplined hum of a Pack preparing for war. It was the jagged, grating sound of a mob looking for a target. They were terrified, and terror in wolves always transmuted into violence.I pushed off the wall. My ribs ac

THE BLOOD WARD~DAXON'S POV~The morning light didn't come in strong. It spread into the sky slowly, like dirty water dripping through a crack in the ceiling.I stood at the large bay window of the Great Hall, my hand resting against the cold glass. Outside, the world was ending in slow motion. The "Void Rot," as Marcus had so poetically named it, had devoured the driveway during the night. The asphalt was gone, replaced by a shifting, powdery grey ash that looked like ground bone."It's speeding up," Silas said, his voice tight. He stood beside me, watching a century-old oak tree near the porch turn white and crumble into dust in the span of three. "If things keep going like this, the building will fall down by noon. It won't be safe once the ground under us is gone.""Where is Marcus?" I asked, turning away from the window. The sight of my home being eaten alive made my wolf pace frantically inside my skull."In the library. With Vida. They're arguing.""Of course they are."I storm

THE THRONE OF BONES~THE HOLLOW KING'S POV~The world looked different when you stopped being part of it and started consuming it. Colors were muted, irrelevant. Life was no longer beautiful; it was simply fuel—a resource to be harvested.I sat on a bump of jagged rock high in the Cascade Mountains, miles above the timberline where the air was thin and cold. The storm I had summoned swirled around me, a vortex of purple lightning and heavy grey clouds that blocked out the moon.Below me, the forest was dying.I could feel it. It was exquisite. Every tree that withered, every deer that dropped dead, every patch of moss that turned to ash... it all fed me. The energy flowed into me in a constant, delicious stream, filling the void that the Siphon had carved into my soul.I looked at my hand. It was no longer the hand of an old man. It was translucent, shifting between flesh and pure white energy. I clenched my fist, and the air cracked with the sound of a sonic boom."Master."I turned

THE ANCHOR~TATE'S POV~The monster that looked like my mate walked toward me.He was covered in golem dust and deer blood. His chest heaved with ragged, wet breaths. His red eyes burned with a hunger so deep, so final, it felt like it could swallow the world whole."Mathias," I said. My voice was steady, though my knees were shaking so hard I thought I might fall."Run, Tate!" Daxon screamed from the mud, trying to get up, clutching his bleeding chest where the rune was surely tearing open."No," I said.I didn't run. I dropped my knife. It hit the stones with a clatter. Mathias stopped five feet away. He cocked his head. The predator was confused. Prey ran. Prey fought. Prey didn't stand still and open its arms."You're hungry," I said softly. I took a step toward him.He growled, a low vibration that rattled my teeth. "Blood. Need... blood.""I know," I said. "But you don't need to hunt for it. You don't take it. It's given."I pulled the collar of my shirt down, exposing my neck.

THE BONE ORCHARD~MATHIAS'S POV~The hunger was not a feeling; it was a tenant.It lived inside my ribcage, a separate entity that paced and scratched and whined. It lived in my throat, a dry, sandpaper thirst that no amount of water could soothe. It lived behind my eyes, applying a filter to the world where every living thing was reduced to its biology: a pulse, a vein, a liter count.When Silas walked into the War Room to deliver the hourly perimeter report, I didn't see my loyal Beta. I didn't see the man who had stood by my side since childhood. I saw the jugular vein fluttering beneath the collar of his shirt. I heard the thump-thump-rush of oxygenated blood pumping through his system.I gripped the edge of the heavy oak table until the wood groaned and splintered under my fingers. I forced my gaze down to the map, breathing through my mouth to avoid the scent."Focus," Marcus Blackthorn murmured beside me. His voice was low, pitched so only I could hear. "Push it down. Visualize