All Chapters of Spit On Me Alpha: Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

My fists landed where they could… jaw, shoulder, throat. Not clean. Not pretty. But effective.Rovan snarled and shoved me hard. I hit the ground on my back, the impact knocking the air out of me completely this time.For a heartbeat, the sky spun above me.Get up.I rolled just as his foot came down where my head had been. I scrambled to my knees, chest burning, sweat slicking my skin.Don’t stay down, Kaelen said inside my mind, his tone flat, almost irritated. Stand.I pushed myself up, shaking but upright.Rovan’s eyes flicked over me, reassessing. He was breathing harder now too. A thin line of blood traced from the corner of his mouth.“You’re tougher than you look,” he said.I didn’t answer.We circled each other again, slower this time. Measured. The crowd’s noise faded into a dull roar at the edge of my awareness.I felt something stir deep inside my chest. Not fully. Not enough to change. But there—heat, pressure, a presence pushing against my ribs like it wanted out.Fear f

Sylvara POV The morning of the fourth trial arrived faster than I expected. I woke to the sound of the palace alive again… footsteps, distant growls, the low hum of anticipation. Every chamber felt like it vibrated with the same energy I felt coiling in my chest, a tension I couldn’t shake.I swung my legs over the side of the bed, muscles tight, sore, but alert. My wolf was awake again, restless, her energy thrumming under my skin like a pulse. Today’s trial was unlike any before. I had been warned: this stage wasn’t just about strength, endurance, or control. This was survival…. When I stepped into the hall, Talia was waiting. Her gaze flicked over me, sharp but unreadable. “They’ve paired you,” she said, her voice low. “Your opponent… he’s strong. Don’t let him shake you.”I swallowed, my throat tight. Strong. That word barely scratched the surface. These trials had a way of pushing wolves past what they thought possible. And now… I had no idea what I was about to face.“Why are

Sylvara POVThe silence pressed down on me so hard it felt heavier than any blow I’d taken.I stood there, chest heaving, hands shaking, my skin still buzzing from the shift. The air smelled of fear, sweat, and something older… something that clung to me like smoke. I looked down at my hands, half expecting claws to still be there.They weren’t.But I could still feel the surge of power around me.Whispers spread through the arena, low and frantic.“That color… ”“No… that’s impossible.”“She shouldn’t exist.”“She’s forbidden..”“We’re doomed.”My heart began to pound again, this time not from the fight.I turned slowly, searching for something familiar. Talia stood frozen near the edge of the grounds, one hand pressed to her mouth, eyes wide with some terror. Aedric hadn’t moved at all. His face was pale, his usual composure shattered, like he was looking at a ghost.And Kaelen… Kaelen was staring at me like the world had cracked open.Not hunger. Not anger. Not fear. Shock.Real

Sylvara POVI could feel Kaelen’s presence behind me like a wall, solid and unyielding. Every nerve in my body was still thrumming from the forest, from the shift, from the raw power that had surged through me. And now, with the elders’ whispers fading into tense silence, I realized the magnitude of what had just happened.I was… unstoppable. Or at least, no one here wanted to test that again.“Are you okay?” Kaelen’s voice was low, almost a growl, but there was something in it… protective, possessive, dangerous. His gaze swept over me, dark and unreadable, and I felt my stomach tighten.I swallowed hard, brushing a loose strand of hair from my face. “I… I’m fine,” I said, though my voice was shaky. Fine didn’t begin to cover it. I was exhilarated. Terrified. Burning with a kind of heat I couldn’t name.He stepped closer, the space between us charged with the tension that always lingered when he was near. I could feel the weight of his eyes pressing into my skin, scanning, judging,