All Chapters of A Different Kind of Alpha: Blood Oath: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

107 Chapters

Chapter 1 – The Gilded Cage

KieranThe great hall of Silvercrest is a gilded cage, and I am its most decorated prisoner.Sunlight, thin and sharp, spills through the high, stained-glass windows, painting the marble floor in fractured jewels of blue and gold. It illuminates the floating dust motes, tiny, glittering reminders that even in a fortress built to defy nature, decay finds a way in. My father, Alpha Alaric, believed opulence was a weapon. He built this hall to intimidate, to make visitors feel small under the weight of so much polished stone and woven history.I hate admitting that it works. Even on me.I sit at the head of the long council table, the wood so dark and polished I can see my own distorted reflection in its surface. My hair is a smear of black ink, my eyes twin pools of violet shadow. I look like a ghost haunting a throne I never asked for.“...and if we divert grain stores to the lower quadrant,” Vorlag is saying, his voice a gravelly rumble that grates on my last nerve, “We risk a shorta

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Chapter 2 – Wolf at the Gates

KieranPretty prince.The words land in the strained silence of the hall like stones thrown at glass. They echo off the high ceilings, bounce off the polished marble, and lodge somewhere sharp under my ribs. My reflection in the table’s surface flickers, the ghost image momentarily overlaid with forest-green eyes glittering with insolent amusement.My wolf, usually a quiet, well-mannered creature I keep leashed tight, stirs. It lifts its head, sniffing the air, hackles rising not just in territorial warning, but in something else. Something unwillingly intrigued by the raw, unapologetic maleness pouring off the chained wolf standing defiantly on my floor. It’s infuriating. It’s... distracting.Around me, the council isn't distracted. They’re combusting.Vorlag surges forward, face suffused with rage, his hand hovering near the hilt of his ceremonial sword. I doubt he has the first clue how to use it. “You dare–”“Enough.” My voice cuts across his, sharper than I intend, amplified by

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Chapter 3 – Calculated Risk

KieranMy study feels like a cage lined with velvet and disapproval. The fire crackles too loudly in the hearth, each pop and hiss an accusation. Outside, the wind howls a mournful dirge around the keep’s towers, echoing the storm brewing inside my chest.Alexei Basov.His name is a burr under my skin, irritating and impossible to ignore. His deep green eyes, alight with that unholy amusement, are imprinted behind my eyelids. My purpose is you, pretty prince. The sheer audacity of it still makes my teeth ache.I pace the length of the room, boots silent on the thick hand-knotted rug my father imported at ruinous expense. Control. That’s what this room represents. It’s the antithesis of the wild, unapologetic energy Alexei brought into the hall. He smelled of damp earth and uninhibited sexuality. A scent that clung to the air long after the guards dragged him away, disrupting the sterile perfection my father cultivated.And I let him stay. The decision sits heavy in my gut, a stone

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Chapter 4 – Whispers in the Keep

KieranThe fire is nearly out, mirroring the state of my frayed nerves. Shadows stretch long across the fancy rug, thick and heavy, like secrets spilled and left to stain.I stand by the mantelpiece, annoyed at the heat still simmering under my skin from the encounter with Alexei Basov. 'What more proof do you need?' His challenge echoes, laced with that infuriating amusement.Coming here was a huge risk. He had no way of knowing that I wouldn’t have him executed on sight. But it doesn’t make trusting him any easier.Redmaw wolves aren't known for their honor, and Alexei radiates a raw, predatory energy that sets every one of my instincts on edge. The bastard saw the flicker of unwanted interest in my eyes, the involuntary tightening low in my gut when he invaded my space. And he smiled. Damn him.Allowing him to stay, even confined under the watchful gaze of twenty guards, feels like juggling live torches.The potential for information regarding the mining tunnels is undeniable. The

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Chapter 5 - Caged Wolf

AlexeiFour walls made of stone. Cold, and offensively clean. This little box Silvercrest calls a cell is a joke compared to the pits Redmaw uses for discipline. No bloodstains, no lingering scent of fear, just the faint, sterile smell of lye soap. It’s unnerving. Civilized in a way that feels dishonest. They even fed me, and the food was far finer than anything I’ve been served in Redmaw as a celebrated warrior.Former celebrated warrior. I’m a traitor now.I push off the cot, which is covered in a clean mattress! And stretch until my shoulders protest the lack of space. Ten guards are crowded into the hallway outside my so-called cell. I assume ten fresh ones will take over in the morning.Kieran Arnulf thinks numbers will be enough to control me. It’s cute. He’s cute. More than, actually. I was told he was handsome, but I wasn’t quite prepared for the suave, clean-shaven, gorgeous creature that spared my life.He’s got the whole keep wound tight around his little finger, doesn’t h

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Chapter 6 – Verifying Shadows

KieranNight bleeds into a murky pre-dawn, and my study is still lit by a single, guttering candle. Sleep hasn't been an option. Every time I close my eyes, I see either the insolent amusement in Alexei Basov’s eyes, or the barely veiled contempt in Vorlag’s. One threatens my control, the other my crown. It's a delightful tightrope walk.I stand at the window, watching the first pale light creep over the eastern peaks, painting the underside of the clouds in bruised shades of violet and rose. It’s been three weeks since I took charge. Three weeks of patching holes in a sinking ship while half the crew mutters about mutiny below decks. My father left behind a legacy of fear and rot, and cleaning it out feels like trying to scrub shadows off stone.Alexei’s information about the mining tunnels is the first real, actionable piece of intel I’ve had regarding Redmaw's potential strategy. It feels vital. It also feels like a perfectly crafted lie designed to send me chasing phantoms while

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Chapter 7 – Provocation

AlexeiAnother day dawns, ashen and tedious through the high, barred window. Correction. Doesn't dawn. The light filtering into this stone box is murky. Like the sun itself is too polite to intrude on Silvercrest’s pristine gloom. Gods, I miss the mountains, the wind, the honest brutality of Redmaw territory. At least there, the cages felt like cages, not… upholstered waiting rooms.I’ve counted the stones in the walls (1,348), cataloged the snores of the night guards (three distinct patterns, one sounds suspiciously like a suffocating badger), and considered braiding my own hair out of sheer, soul-crushing boredom. I’d have made a break for it by now if my goal wasn’t right here, pacing his luxurious halls, pretending he’s not thinking about the sexy wolf he locked in his basement.My wolf stretches under my skin restlessly. It wants out too. Wants to run, hunt, claim. It felt the flicker of Kieran’s interest, and it decided, with typical male arrogance, that the pretty prince bel

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Chapter 8 – Cracks in the Council

KieranMy wolf paces tensely. His restless energy coiling low in my gut. He wants action, certainty. He hates this limbo, hates the whispers I can almost hear through the thick stone walls. Soft. Foolish. Reckless. My father’s echo, amplified by my fear of the unknown.I force myself away from the window, back to the desk. Strategy requires precision. Not the frantic energy buzzing under my skin. An energy annoyingly present ever since Alexei Basov first set foot in the keep. That thought brings his image to my mind. Laughing green eyes, the insolent confidence. His long hair that looks so incongruously soft that I keep having to fight the urge to reach out and touch it. I shove his unbidden visage away irritably. He’s a variable. A potential weapon or a potential minefield, nothing more. My reaction to him is purely territorial. Alexei is a tool to be wielded, or a threat to be eliminated. Once it becomes clear which, he’ll be dealt with and treated accordingly. I’m definitely not

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Chapter 9 – Proof

KieranThe musty scent of old parchment fills the small map room adjacent to the armory. It’s a cramped, forgotten space, rarely used since my father preferred the grand stage of the main hall for his pronouncements. It’s perfect for a conversation I don’t want echoing through the keep. Just a few weeks into my reign, and I’m already resorting to clandestine meetings in dusty corners. I’m killing it.Marcus lays the scout report on the heavy oak table, his usual stoicism overlaid with something grim. I flatten the parchment, my gaze snagging immediately on the sketches beside the neat script.A boot print. Heavy lugs, worn heel, found in preserved mud just inside the western tunnel mouth. They’re Redmaw issue. Estimated 3-4 days old, is scribbled next to the illustration. My breath catches. After Alexei arrived.A crudely carved clasp of bone, etched with Redmaw slashes, snagged on rock twenty yards in. Trace scent residue matches prisoner. My pulse hammers against my ribs. And camp

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Chapter 10 – Testing Limits

AlexeiFor a moment, I just stand there, breathing in the lingering trace of Kieran. It’s not a feral scent, like most Alpha’s have, or something sweet and enticing like an Omega does. It’s clean and sharp, like expensive soap and the crisp bite of an autumn night. He finally knows I wasn't lying. He knows the threat is real. And more importantly, he knows I might be the only one who can help him navigate it. The balance of power just shifted, however slightly, and we both know it.He still doesn't trust me, but we’ll work on that. I’m very persistent when I have my sights locked on something I want. And I want the pretty prince with somewhat of a single-minded ferocity.I saunter over to his desk, running my fingers over the polished wood, still warm from where his hands rested moments ago. I can picture bending him over the surface and slowly fucking him from behind. His balls slapping against my thighs as I ruffle his perfect hair and make him fall apart around me. All of his met

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