Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha of My Heart: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

*Adrian's Pov* The council chamber was drenched in late morning light. It spilled through tall arched windows, glinting off polished marble floors and the silver crest of the Silverthorne Pack carved into the stone wall behind the high seat. Alpha Adrian sat there, one hand resting against his jaw as the Elders spoke around him, words rolling together in a blur of formality and worry. “…the lineage must continue, Alpha. It’s been two years since your father passed.” “…we’ve put it off long enough.” “…an heir would secure the pack’s stability.” Adrian’s gaze drifted to the window, where the forest stretched endlessly toward the horizon. He could almost hear his father’s voice echoing in this room, firm and kind. A pack must always have a future, son. The line must never end. And yet, his father’s own future had ended too soon. He hadn’t died in battle, or sickness of the body. He had died from heartbreak, a slow unraveling after his mate, the Luna succumbed to a strange

The Silverthorne castle was alive with movement. Servants darted through corridors, hanging garlands, dusting chandeliers, and arguing about candle heights. Every hallway seemed louder, every corner busier. To everyone else, it felt like celebration. To Adrian, it felt like chaos wearing perfume. He stood on the balcony above the great hall, watching the servants scurry below. “All this,” he murmured to himself, “for one night.” His Beta and childhood best friend, Luka, appeared behind him. “You say that like you didn’t approve the plans.” “I approved peace,” Adrian said without turning. “This… is noise.” Luka smirked. “You know, for a man who leads the largest pack in the North, you sound like someone who hates people.” “I don’t hate people,” Adrian said dryly. “I just don’t need to dance with them to prove I can lead them.” Luka laughed. “Tell that to Elder Mora. She’s been barking orders at the decorators all morning. I think she wants the moon itself to attend.” A

The morning air carried the crisp bite of winter, though the sun had barely risen above the treeline. The Blackfang Pack’s hall buzzed with quiet activity, guards tightening saddlebags, warriors checking weapons, staff ensuring the luggages are well packed, horses stamping against the cold earth. Samantha stood near the front steps, clutching the edge of her cloak to still her trembling hands. She wore one of the dresses Alpha Rowan had sent the night before, a travel gown of muted gray-blue wool, practical yet elegant. It fit her perfectly, as though it had been tailored from memory. The faint silver threading at the cuffs and hem caught the early light, echoing Blackfang’s colours. She tried not to notice how everyone’s eyes seemed to follow her. Taylor had fussed over her for nearly an hour before sunrise, braiding her hair into a loose crown and whispering half a dozen reminders about posture and grace. Now, as the delegation assembled, Samantha found herself wishing for her ol

The corridors of Silverthorne Castle glowed with golden light. From every archway drifted music, a slow waltz rising from the great ballroom below. Servants hurried about with polished trays and quiet instructions, their footsteps muffled against the carpets. Samantha stood before her mirror, the candlelight catching the shimmer of her gown. It was nothing like the travel dress from earlier. This one was a dream woven into silk, deep silver threaded with faint hues of blue, the color of stormlight. It fit her so perfectly that it almost frightened her. Taylor’s voice echoed in her head: “You’ll look like the Moon Goddess herself.” Her hair, now loose around her shoulders, glowed faintly in the lamplight. She touched her reflection, hardly recognizing the woman staring back. She looked… beautiful. But also like someone she wasn’t sure she was allowed to be. A knock sounded. “Come in.” She turned and there stood Cade. For a heartbeat, he didn’t move. The words caught somewhere be

The music began again, soft and graceful, but Samantha barely heard it. Her heart hadn’t yet found its rhythm. She stood beside Cade as partners swept onto the floor, dresses whirling, laughter echoing, but her attention drifted constantly toward the platform where Alpha Adrian sat. He hadn’t looked away. Every time she dared a glance, she found his silver gaze waiting, calm and unwavering. It wasn’t just the kind of attention that noticed, it measured, it lingered, it unraveled. And though he did nothing outwardly improper, she felt the weight of it like a hand pressed gently at the back of her neck. Cade followed her line of sight once, then chuckled under his breath. “Careful. You’ll catch fire staring at him like that.” Her head whipped toward him. “I am not—” He raised a brow, teasing. “Relax, Samantha. Everyone’s looking at him. He’s the Alpha of Silverthorne, after all.” “Yes, well…” She straightened, flustered. “He’s rather difficult not to look at.” Cade grinned. “You