All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S RUIN : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter TwoSix Moons EarlierThe body of the pup was still warm when they found it.Marina knelt in the frost covered grass, her hand hovering over the small form but not quite touching. The wolf could not have been more than four moons old, still learning to hold his shift, still clumsy in both human and wolf forms. Now he would never grow skilled at either."That makes seventeen." Elder Moonseer's voice was heavy with grief. The ancient she wolf stood at the edge of the clearing, her white fur gleaming in the pre dawn light. In human form, she appeared as a woman of indeterminate age, her silver hair braided with moonstone beads that clicked softly as she moved. "Seventeen dead in three moons. At this rate, we will have no young ones left by winter's end."Marina forced herself to examine the pup's body with clinical detachment, though her heart ached. The symptoms were consistent with all the others: foam at the mouth, eyes clouded white, limbs rigid in final convulsions. The scen

Chapter FourThe Shadowpaw training grounds lay shrouded in perpetual twilight, even at midday.Ancient pines blocked most of the sun’s light, creating a landscape of shadows and half darkness that suited the pack perfectly. Shadowpaw wolves trained here to move unseen, to kill silently, to become one with the darkness itself. They were the scouts and assassins of the werewolf clans, feared, respected, and never quite trusted by the other packs.Ragnar Strikefast stood in the center of the combat ring, his chest heaving, his knuckles bloodied. Around him lay three training partners, groaning and clutching various injuries. He had been sparring for hours, working out his rage on anyone foolish enough to step into the ring with him.It was not helping."Enough." Alpha Obsidian Nightprowl’s voice cut through the clearing like a blade.The gathered wolves immediately fell silent. Obsidian emerged from the shadows, literally, his form coalescing from darkness as if he had been part of the

Chapter 6The forest clearing buzzed with pre Hunt energy as Marina crouched behind a thick oak, her silver shadow fur rippling with tension. Wolves from every corner of Bloodfang territory had gathered for the Blood Moon Hunt, their excited yips and howls filling the tinted air. But Marina's attention fixed on one figure alone.Alpha Silvain Bloodfang stood at the clearing's edge, his red brown fur gleaming like polished copper under the blood moon's glow. He was massive, easily twice the size of the smaller wolves circling him, his presence commanding without effort. Marina had expected a brute, a savage alpha drunk on power and violence. The intelligence reports painted him as ruthless, cold, a killer who would do anything to expand his territory.But the wolf before her did not match that description.Silvain moved through his pack with quiet authority, pausing beside a grey furred she wolf who sat apart from the others. The widow. Marina recognized her from earlier surveillance.

Chapter EightThe blood moon hung heavy and swollen in the sky, painting the Bloodfang hunting grounds in shades of crimson and shadow.Marina's paws hit the earth in perfect rhythm, her silver-shadow fur rippling with each powerful stride. Around her, dozens of unmated females scattered in different directions, each seeking their own path through the forest toward the Sacred Grove. Some ran with desperate speed, others moved with calculated stealth, but Marina chose a different approach entirely.She would make herself a prize worth claiming.The forest closed around her as she veered north, away from the easier paths. Pine branches whipped past, their needles catching moonlight like rubies. Her breath came in controlled bursts, her wolf form reveling in the pure physicality of the Hunt even as her human mind remained focused on the mission.Get caught by Silvain. Make it look natural. Seal the bond. Begin gathering intelligence.Simple in theory. Devastating in practice.Behind her,

Chapter TenMarina spent her first night as Luna of Bloodfang Pack in a cell beneath the pack house.Not the dungeons those were reserved for true prisoners, for wolves who'd committed crimes against the pack itself. No, this was something worse: a guest room stripped of all comfort, its windows barred with silver, its door locked from the outside. A prison dressed up as hospitality, as if the pretense made the reality any less devastating.She sat on the bare stone floor, her wrists still bound in silver rope that burned with every breath. The hemp dress Lyra had given her offered no warmth against the underground chill. But physical discomfort was nothing compared to the bond.Silvain was three floors above her, separated by stone and wood and the wreckage of trust, yet she felt him as intimately as her own heartbeat. His rage had cooled to something more dangerous cold calculation mixed with grief so profound it made her chest ache. He wasn't sleeping. Neither was she. They were