Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE ALPHA'S RUIN : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Chapter Twenty-two Silvain tore through Obsidian's defenses like they were paper. Shadow beasts materialized before him,massive constructs of darkness that had terrorized his pack, that should have been impossible for one wolf to defeat. He destroyed them with pack-Alpha magic channeled through pure rage, burning away shadow with the searing light of a bond that refused to break. Marina, he sent through their connection, feeling her terror and hope in equal measure. I'm coming. Hold on. Silvain, the plague you're infected. You need to I don't care. His mental voice was absolute. Let it kill me in three days. Right now, I'm getting my mate back. Through the bond, he felt her sob with relief and despair—relief that he'd come, despair that he'd doomed himself to save her. Kael and twenty warriors fought beside him, their loyalty overriding all sense of self-preservation. When their Alpha had announced his intention to storm the Shadow Keep alone, they'd simply shifted and fo

Chapter Twenty-four Three months later Marina's scream tore through the Shadow Keep, raw and primal. "Breathe," Obsidian commanded from where he stood at the chamber door, his pale eyes gleaming with clinical interest. "Your hybrid nature is fighting the shift. You need to let your body decide human or wolf. You can't birth in between." "Get out!" Marina gasped between contractions, sweat soaking her hair. Three months of living in this fortress, three months of learning shadow magic and playing the willing student, and now this,going into labor two weeks early with no one she trusted to help. "I'm not leaving." Obsidian moved closer, and Marina's attendant a rogue female named Ash who'd shown her unexpected kindness shot him a warning look. "I've invested three months in your education. I'm not losing that investment because you're too stubborn to accept assistance." Marina wanted to argue, wanted to tell him exactly where he could shove his assistance, but another contrac

Chapter Twenty-six The journal was a trap. Marina realized it the moment she opened to the first page and saw her own handwriting staring back at her. Not current handwriting. Future handwriting. Slightly different slant, more confident strokes, but undeniably hers. If you're reading this, I've already made the mistake you're about to make. Don't trust him. Don't stay. RUN. Her blood turned to ice. "Impossible," she whispered, fingers trembling as she turned the page. More of her handwriting filled the margins, desperate and hurried: The journal is cursed. Shadow magic that shows you what you'll become if you choose wrong. I stayed. I learned everything. And I lost everything that mattered. Silvain is dead. The pups are... The text cut off, smudged as if whoever wrote it had been crying. Marina slammed the journal shut, her heart hammering. Shadow magic could do many things, but showing the future? That was prophecy magic, moon magic, not Unless he combined techniqu

Chapter Twenty-eight The names Ragnar whispered burned through Marina's mind like acid. "Kael Ironfang. Lyra Redthorn. Elder Moonseer." Silvain's second-in-command. His sister. Marina's former mentor. "You're lying," Silvain snarled, his hand going to Ragnar's throat. "Lyra is my blood. Kael has served me for twenty years. This is another manipulation." "It's true." Ragnar coughed blood. "Obsidian recruited them separately, years apart. Lyra first, after Elena died. Promised her power to protect you from ever being hurt again." His obsidian eyes found Silvain's. "She loves you. That's why she betrayed you. To keep you safe in the new order Obsidian promised." Through their bond, Marina felt Silvain's world shattering. Lyra had been his anchor after Elena's death, his closest confidant, the one person he'd trusted absolutely. "And Kael?" Marina asked, her shadow magic still working to slow the corruption eating Ragnar alive. "Recruited thirty years ago. Long before you b

Chapter Thirty Shadow-walking felt like drowning in ice. Marina held Lyra's hand as they moved through the void between darkness and light, following the thread of Silvain's scent woven into the cloth. The shadows pressed in from all sides, cold and hungry, trying to pull them apart, to lose them forever in the endless black. Focus, Marina commanded herself. Silvain's scent. Cedar and smoke. Pack-Alpha magic. Home. They emerged in the Great Hall three seconds later, stumbling onto cold stone. Marina's stomach lurched with the disorientation, but Lyra simply steadied herself and looked around with sharp assessment. "Impressive. Obsidian taught you well." "Too well." Marina's shadow magic was already reaching out, tasting the room's darkness, searching for threats. "Something's wrong. The wards are compromised. Someone's been here, weakening the defensive magic." "Kael." Lyra moved to the council table. "He's been overseeing security preparations all week. Had access to eve