Alle Kapitel von THE ALPHA CAPTIVE MATE: Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 40

Raiden's Pov Day 13, Morning. 14 days left. The war room is full of people. All the important wolves in the pack are here, my helpers, my best trackers, Elder Voss sitting quietly in the corner, and Mira watched by guards near the door. The air feels heavy with worry and the smell of many strong wolves in one small space. Nyssa stands beside me at the front of the table, with her arms crossed. Her silver marks glow a little, even in the light of day. She wears tough clothes black pants, a strong jacket, and knives tied all over. Every wolf in the room looks at her quickly, then looks away fast. They are scared of her. That's good. "Kael has betrayed us," I say right away. "He planned the attack on Greyhaven. He has been poisoning me for three months. He is holding a little girl to force our healer to help him. And he wants to take over the pack." No one speaks. Then Torch, who leads my guards, says something. "Alpha, if I may say, that is a big claim. Kael has been your Beta

twelve years ago Third Person POV Three weeks after Greyhaven burned Mira Voss was crushing herbs when the messenger came. She worked in a small healing house on the edge of Millbrook, a human village two areas away from Greyhaven. It was far enough that wolf problems did not reach them much. Close enough that she heard important news. The messenger was a trader, old Marcus, who traveled between villages selling cloth and sharing stories. He looked very serious when he entered her house. "Mira. You should sit down." She put down her tools. "What is it?" "Greyhaven." He could not look at her. "It is gone. Burned three weeks ago. Everyone is dead." The room seemed to spin. "What?" "Wolves. The Shadowfang pack. They attacked at night and set the whole village on fire. By morning, only ash and bodies were left." Mira's hands began to shake. "No. No, that cannot be, my sister lives there. Elira. She has a daughter..." "I am sorry." Marcus finally looked at her. His eyes we

Twelve years ago – just three days after the mess at Greyhaven. Raiden Shadowfang was seventeen, standing there watching the flames eat up his dad's body on the funeral pyre. The only parent he'd ever had, gone. Aldric Shadowfang had been a goddamn legend. A real warrior. The kind of Alpha who ran the pack with an iron grip for thirty straight years. And that curse took him out in three months flat. It kicked off with headaches. Bad ones. Then came the seizures. After that, these awful episodes where he didn't even know his own kid, where the wolf just took over and they had to chain him up like some feral dog. By the end, he wasn't even him anymore. Just a hollow shell with Dad's face. The healers all said the same thing: it's the curse. The one that got his grandfather too. And his great-grandfather. Every Shadowfang Alpha for the last six generations. The mate curse. Raiden's mom died giving birth to him. The curse dragged it out over the whole nine months, gnawing at her f

Nyssa’s PovDay 14. Dawn. Thirteen days left.I wake up knowing something’s wrong.Not oh shit, I’m dying wrong.More like oh shit, I’m changing wrong.My face is buzzing. Tingling. Burning. Itches so bad I have to fight the urge to rake my nails across my skin like that’ll fix anything.I stagger out of the tent, we’re still camped near the caves, and almost crash straight into Senna, arms full of firewood.She freezes the second she sees me.Drops the wood.Then drops to her knees.Head bowed. Neck exposed. Full submission.“Silver Blade,” she whispers, voice shaking like she’s about to cry. “Forgive me. I didn’t see you. I should have...”“Senna, what the fuck...”She doesn’t hear me. Or can’t. She’s stuck there, trembling, like her body forgot how to stand.I look around.Every wolf in camp is staring at me.Then, one by one, they drop too.All of them.Twenty wolves. Battle-hardened scouts. Warriors who’ve survived shit I don’t even want to think about. Flat on their bellies in t

Nyssa’s PovDay 14. Noon. Thirteen days left.The estate is a corpse.No other word fits. Three stories of rotting grandeur. Windows like empty eye sockets. Vines creeping up the walls, twisting like veins, not plants. Everything smells of decay, of old death.The silver gate slams shut behind us with a clang like a coffin lid. I grab the bars, yank. Nothing.“It’s locked,” Kael calls from the mansion steps. “Blood lock. Only opens for Shadowfang blood. Mine.”Raiden shifts back to human, furious, naked fury.“Open it.”“Nope,” Kael says, sitting like he’s got all the time in the world. “See, this estate was built on the exact spot the curse was anchored. That clearing? Just a stage. The real power—it’s here. In these bones. Every Alpha for six generations died here. It’s soaked in curse magic.”“What’s your point?” I ask, jaw tight.“You can’t leave,” he says. “Not until I let you. And here’s the deal. Give me what I want—or I kill everyone you care about. Starting with you, Silver B