All Chapters of Craving the alpha soldier : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ARTHUR’S POVTyla disappeared in my arms like a breath in winter.One moment she was trembling, burning with white-mark heat, gripping my shirt as if she feared the world itself—and the next she simply… wasn’t there.Not faded.Not teleported.Not taken in a way that made sense.Just gone.My hands were still curled around the shape she had occupied. My body still instinctively braced to hold her weight. But the space where she should have been was empty, silent, cold.“Tyla?”It wasn’t a whisper.It was a wound.The healer room flickered—the runes on the walls dimming, the lanterns guttering out as if her absence sucked the oxygen from the world. My wolf let out a sound I’d never heard from him before. A strangled noise that vibrated with grief and terror.Reynold burst into the room. “Arthur—what happened? We felt a surge—”I didn’t turn.Couldn’t turn.Because the surge didn’t matter.Nothing mattered except—“I lost her.”The words felt like they scraped my throat open on the way

TYLA’S POVDarkness didn’t take me.Light did.Not the soft kind Arthur wrapped around me when he held me.Not the sharp silver of Ash’s flames.Not the white of my mark.This was something older.Rawer.Like creation.Like the first breath the universe ever took.It swallowed me whole.I didn’t fall.I didn’t fly.I didn’t move at all.The world moved through me instead.Wind exploded in my lungs.Ice crawled up my spine.Stars burst open behind my eyelids.Something brushed across my cheek like a hand made of moonlight.Mine, a voice whispered.I tried to scream.My mouth wouldn’t open.Light wrapped around my ribs, cold and perfect and unyielding as metal bands. It squeezed—not to suffocate—but to examine.To read me.To claim me.And then, with a sound like a heart cracking——the world dropped.I hit ground.Hard.Air punched out of my chest. I rolled onto my side, coughing, choking on cold mist that tasted like silver.My palms scraped against stone—smooth, polished, freezing.

Arthur’s POVThe man Ash brought into the clearing looked like he had been carved from old scars and older grudges.Thorn.Once a revered Lunar Descendant.Once a guardian of the Veil.Once a man who challenged the moon itself——and survived.Barely.His eyes, pale silver like fractured ice, swept across the clearing, taking in the scorch marks, the shattered bark, the runes still glowing faintly beneath the soil. But when they landed on me, something colder than hostility flickered there.Recognition.Rage.And a grudge that hadn’t dulled in the years between us.“You look worse than the last time I saw you,” Thorn rasped, voice rough like crushed stone.“You look like you died and forgot to stay down,” I shot back.His smirk was humorless. “I did.”Ash stepped between us before I could lunge. “Enough. Both of you. Tyla doesn’t have time for your chest-beating.”Thorn rolled his eyes. “If I wanted a lecture, child, I’d have raised someone.”Ash bristled but didn’t move.My attention

Arthur’s POVThe forest had gone silent.Not the normal kind of silence—this was heavier, thicker, like the world itself held its breath. The rift pulsed before me, its edges glowing the same cold silver that had swallowed Tyla whole. Every beat of my heart slammed against my ribs like it was trying to break free and follow her.A hand tightened on my shoulder.The Veil-walker—Gael—stood beside me, hood falling back just enough to reveal the faint scars carved across his jaw. Lunar burn marks. Proof that he had stepped into the moon’s realm and walked out breathing.Barely.He squeezed once, sharp enough to mean stop thinking with your teeth, Alpha.“Not yet,” he rasped. “Your wolf is too close to the surface. If you step into the Veil like this, it’ll peel you alive.”“I don’t care,” I growled.Gael turned his head just enough to meet my eyes—unnervingly calm, unnervingly empty. “I know. That’s the problem.”Behind him, Ash emerged from the treeline, breath uneven, sweat slick on his

Arthur’s POVThe moment the rift spat me out, the world shifted.Light bent sideways. The ground tilted like I’d stepped into the ribs of a dying star. The air was sharp enough to slice my lungs. Everything—sky, stone, shadows—was silver, metallic, humming like the whole realm was alive and watching.But I didn’t see any of it.I saw her.Tyla.She stood across the vast, shimmering expanse, chest heaving, silver fire blistering under her skin like a star trapped in a human body. Her eyes were too bright, too wild, too full of pain she was trying to hide.My heart slammed against my ribs.“Tyla—”Her lips parted—relief, fear, something soul-deep I couldn’t name.But then—A figure stepped between us.The Lunar Sovereign.The monster who took her.I didn’t think. I didn’t breathe.I launched forward—claws tearing through the unnatural floor, wolf rising like a tidal wave.The Sovereign flicked two fingers.A wall of silver force exploded between us.I slammed into it so hard the bone in