บททั้งหมดของ On Your Kneels, Alpha Chase : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Chase*****Evening — The High Terraces of New Silverfang*****New Silverfang didn’t feel new anymore.That was the strange part.The stone beneath my boots was still pale and freshly set, the walls still carried the sharp scent of mortar and iron, and banners from the coronation hadn’t been taken down yet. But the place had weight now. History already clung to it. Decisions had been made here. Blood had been avoided here. Lives had continued.Peace didn’t feel loud.It felt watchful.I stood alone on the upper terrace overlooking the valley, hands resting on the cold stone railing. The sun was sliding low, turning the sky orange and bruised purple, casting long shadows across the rebuilt courtyards below. Wolves moved through the space in easy groups, talking, laughing, arguing about nothing important.That was the victory.Behind me, footsteps approached. I didn’t turn.“You’re hiding,” Finn said.I snorted. “I’m standing somewhere quiet.”“Same thing,” he replied. “Lucian used to d

Elena*****Early Morning — The Inner Keep, Silverfang*****Morning came quietly.Not the kind that announced itself with alarms or tension or the expectation of bloodshed. Just light through the tall windows, pale and steady, touching stone that had already survived worse than dawn ever could.I was awake before the bells.That wasn’t unusual anymore.Sleep came easier these days, but my body still remembered years of waking up ready to defend something. Old habits didn’t disappear just because the world softened.Chase stirred beside me when I shifted.“You’re doing that thing,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep.“What thing?”“Thinking too loud.”I snorted softly. “I don’t think that’s possible.”“It is when you’re you.”I turned my head slightly. He was watching me, eyes half-lidded, relaxed in a way that still caught me off guard sometimes. Not guarded. Not braced. Just… here.“Go back to sleep,” I said. “We have a long day.”“So do you,” he replied. “That’s not stopping you.”

Elena*****Morning — The Grand Courtyard, Inner Keep*****Morning arrived without asking for permission.The bells began before sunrise, deep and steady, rolling through the keep and beyond it, across the lower districts and out toward the open roads. Not warning bells. Not alarms.Invitation.I stood still while hands moved around me, adjusting fabric, smoothing folds, checking clasps for the third time even though everything had already been checked twice before. The room buzzed with quiet focus. No panic. No rushing.That alone told me how far we had come.Outside the tall windows, voices carried, many voices. Different accents. Different packs. Wolves who would once have refused to stand in the same space now gathered in one place because they had chosen to.I breathed out slowly.Today wasn’t about ceremony.It was about proof.“You’re thinking too hard,” Chase said.I glanced at him. He stood a few steps away, already dressed, posture relaxed but eyes sharp like they always were

Elena***Years Later — Late Night, The Inner Keep***Time didn’t rush anymore.That was the first thing I noticed.Life had stopped feeling like a constant battle I needed to outrun. The halls no longer echoed with urgency. No guards shouted warnings. No prophecy hummed in the back of my skull like a threat waiting to wake up.Tonight was quiet.Not fragile quiet.Earned quiet.I adjusted the simple clasp at my wrist as I walked through the inner corridor, boots soft against stone that had been rebuilt, reinforced, and made strong enough to last. The lamps were low, warm, spaced evenly. No ceremony. No audience.Just intention.Chase was waiting near the open doors at the far end, sleeves rolled up, posture relaxed in a way that told me he was trying very hard not to be tense.He failed.“You’re late,” he said.“I’m exactly on time,” I replied calmly.He watched me for a second. “You say that every time.”“And I’m always right.”That earned me a small smirk. He stepped aside, holding

Elena*****Late Afternoon — The High Terrace, Inner Keep*****I had learned the rhythm of this place a long time ago.The way footsteps echoed differently in the halls depending on who was walking. The way the guards laughed louder when they thought I wasn’t listening.The way Silverfang breathed now, steady, alive, stubbornly hopeful.Below the terrace, the celebration was already loud.Too loud.I leaned my elbows on the stone railing and watched it all without smiling yet. Music clashed with laughter. Wolves howled without rhythm or dignity. Someone knocked over a table and got cheered for it.Behind me, Chase sighed.“They’re going to break something important,” he said calmly.I didn’t turn. “They already did. Twice.”“Three times,” he corrected. “Finn exists.”That finally pulled a laugh out of me. “You raised him.”“I tried to prevent him,” Chase replied. “Fate disagreed.”I felt arms slide around my waist, familiar and grounding. Not possessive. Just present.Two years.That w