บททั้งหมดของ THE ALPHA'S RUIN : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Chapter ElevenThe cell door opened at midday, and Marina looked up to find a female she did not recognize standing in the doorway.The wolf was younger than Lyra, perhaps twenty-five, with the distinctive red-brown hair of the Bloodfang bloodline but lighter amber eyes that suggested mixed heritage. She carried a basin of water, clean clothes, and a bundle of clothing that looked significantly better than Marina’s rough hemp dress.“I’m supposed to help you clean up before exile,” the female said, her tone carefully neutral. “Alpha’s orders. He said…” She paused, seeming to struggle with the words. “He said you shouldn’t leave looking like a prisoner. That would reflect badly on the pack.”Even in banishment, Silvain was thinking about pack honor. The realization made Marina’s bond mark throb with complicated pain.“Thank you,” Marina managed.The female set down her supplies and moved to Marina’s bound wrists. She unwrapped the silver rope with quick efficiency, and Marina gasped as

Chapter Thirteen Marina ran faster than she ever had in her life. The forest blurred around her as she pushed her wolf form to its limits, chasing Silvain's massive red-brown shape through Bloodfang territory. Her shadow magic, dormant for days, suddenly surged back with terrifying intensity—as if sensing the danger ahead, her hybrid abilities were forcing themselves back online despite the silver damage. Through the bond, she felt Silvain's absolute terror. Not for himself, but for his pack. For the elders and pups left behind while he'd been drawn to the border like a fool. For Lyra, who'd been overseeing the pack house while he investigated Marina's claims. For every wolf under his protection who was now facing an enemy he'd been too blind to see coming. I'm sorry, Marina sent through the bond. I should have made you listen sooner. Should have Later.His mental voice was sharp, focused. If we survive this, we'll discuss fault. Right now, I need you to tell me everything yo

Chapter fifteen Marina woke before dawn to the sound of howling. Not the friendly greetings of pack members or the playful calls of pups learning their voices. This was an alarm sharp, urgent, carrying a note of distress that jolted her upright in the bed she now shared with Silvain. He was already moving, his body shifting from relaxed sleep to warrior alertness in an instant. Through their bond, Marina felt his Alpha instincts flare as he processed the information carried in that howl. "Border patrol," he said, pulling on clothes with efficient speed. "Something's wrong at the eastern perimeter." Marina dressed just as quickly, her hybrid senses stretching out to taste the air. Dawn was still an hour away, the world caught in that grey space between night and morning when magic was strongest and danger most likely. They met Kael in the corridor, already armed and gathering warriors. "Report," Silvain commanded. "Border patrol found someone," Kael said grimly. "Shadow

Chapter seventeen The sun hung low on the horizon when Silvain found Marina on the training grounds, working through combat forms with desperate intensity. "You're going to hurt yourself," he said, watching her spin and strike at invisible enemies with movements that bordered on reckless. Marina didn't stop. "I need to be ready. Tomorrow, when the council meets, when I expose the traitors—I need to be sharp. Faster. Stronger." "You need to breathe." Silvain caught her wrist mid-strike, pulling her close enough that she had no choice but to meet his eyes. "You're spiraling. I can feel it through the bond—your fear, your doubt, your certainty that somehow you're still playing into Obsidian's hands." Marina's composure cracked. "What if I am? What if Moonseer has been controlling everything from the beginning? What if my choice to confess to you, to help Bloodfang, to fall in love with you—what if none of it was really my choice?" "Then we've both been manipulated," Silvain s

Chapter nineteen Eight minutes earlier Silvain woke to emptiness. Not the cold sheets where Marina should have been that came later. First, there was the wrongness of the bond. A muffled sensation, like hearing through water, feeling through thick gloves. Contentment that wasn't quite his own pulsed through their connection, artificial and cloying. He reached for Marina through the bond and found only manufactured peace. His eyes snapped open. The window stood ajar. Her clothes from the ceremony were gone. And the scent trail leading out was already fading she'd left at least twenty minutes ago, maybe more. Silvain's wolf snarled with betrayal. She'd promised. Promised to stay close, to not take risks, to face threats together. And then she'd left him sleeping to chase danger alone. His hands clenched in the sheets as rage and terror warred in his chest. Part of him understood Marina was a warrior, a protector, someone who'd spent her whole life trying to prove her w