All Chapters of Craving the alpha soldier : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Arthur’s POVThe moment Lucas left the room, silence clung to the air like frost.Tyla sat in my arms, her breathing uneven but steadying. The glow beneath her skin had dimmed, settling into a soft, constant shimmer—no longer pulsing, no longer flaring. Just… present. Like it had finally claimed a place within her.Within us.But the echo of that power still hummed through the room, vibrating faintly through the walls, as though the palace itself had felt her awakening and didn’t know what to make of it.Neither did I.I tightened my arm around her waist. “Are you in pain?”She shook her head, but her eyes—silver-bright—flickered with worry. “Not pain. Just… pressure. Like something is growing inside me, pushing outward.”My wolf snarled at the imagery, but I swallowed the instinct. “We’ll figure it out. You’re safe. I’m here.”Her lips curved faintly. “I know.”I stood slowly, lifting her with me. She didn’t protest; her limbs still trembled too much. When her feet finally touched th

Arthur’s POV(Full, long, cinematic, emotional chapter)War thundered through the palace walls.Screams.Steel.The crash of magic against stone.Every instinct in me snapped into something feral and vicious the moment I shifted.My paws slammed against the marble, claws carving deep grooves as I barreled through the corridor. Guards scrambled out of my way. The scents of blood, fear, and smoke thickened with every breath.Darkthorn was here.They dared to breach my palace.They dared to come for my mate.A roar ripped from my chest so powerful the windows trembled.Wolves outside answered—mine.A chorus rising from the courtyard.Good.Let them know their king was coming.I soared down the final staircase and leapt through the shattered archway into the courtyard, landing in a spray of broken stone just as my soldiers locked shields around the inner gate.The outer gate was already on fire.Shadowborne magic curled like black smoke through the air, twisting into clawed shapes that st

Arthur’s POVThe Moon BurnsThe night split in half.That was the only way to describe it.One moment, the forest was a wall of darkness. The next—silver fire erupted around Ash, turning every shadow into a blade of light and every breath in my lungs into ice.Guards stumbled back.Horses reared.The air itself vibrated.“No,” I growled, stepping in front of Tyla.Ash didn’t move toward her—didn’t move toward anyone. He just stood there, trembling, the glow around him growing so bright it cast long, sharp beams across the ground.Lucas cursed softly. “If he explodes, we’re all dead.”“He’s not exploding,” Tyla murmured. “He’s transforming.”I shot her a look. “What do you mean, transforming?”But she wasn’t looking at me.She was staring at Ash like the moon itself had carved him out of its own light—like something inside her recognized him even more than before. And that scared me. It scared me in a way war never had.Ash lifted his head.When he spoke, the words sounded layered—as i

Tyla’s POVThe CoreSilence.Not the peaceful kind.The crushing kind—the kind that wraps around your throat and presses until your heartbeat becomes the loudest thing left in existence.I floated inside it, suspended in silver that was neither liquid nor air. It carried weight without touch, warmth without comfort. My hair drifted around my face like smoke. My limbs felt distant, unresponsive, as if the concept of movement had been politely removed from me.I wasn’t sure I was breathing.I wasn’t sure I needed to.The moon didn’t want my breath.It wanted me.A low hum vibrated through the void, deep enough to rattle what felt like the memory of bones. The sound wasn’t sound at all. It was pressure. Judgment. A command that existed before language.Then the voices came.Layered. Endless. Speaking as one.ASCEND.Pain arched through me as if invisible hands had seized my spine and pulled. My mouth opened in a scream that vanished the instant it formed.“Arthur—”Nothing answered.The

Tyla’s POVThe Third PathDarkness held me.Not the absence of light—this was something else. A space between heartbeats. Between choices. Between what had been and what was still forming.I floated there, suspended in awareness without a body, without pain, without fear. The Mark inside my chest no longer burned. It sang—a low, steady resonance that threaded through me like a second pulse, perfectly in time with my own.Not forcing.Not pulling.Waiting.I understood then that this place wasn’t punishment or mercy.It was transition.A breath before becoming.I didn’t know how long I drifted—time felt optional here—but eventually sensation returned in layers. First warmth. Then pressure. Then the undeniable weight of gravity tugging me back into myself.My fingers twitched.Air filled my lungs in a sharp, desperate gasp.I coughed, rolling onto my side as light bled slowly into the darkness. Not silver. Not gold.White—soft, diffuse, endless.“Tyla.”Arthur’s voice reached me before