Semua Bab Fated to The Last Fenrir: Bab 41 - Bab 48

Gwyneth hadn’t seen her father Aslan all morning or even by evening. Lev explained that he was busy preparing for the incoming Elders and making sure the gene inheritance ceremony would proceed without any accidents. He said this while tucking her in to sleep, something she was still embarrassed about but never refused, greedy for the warmth and experience she had never known before. “Dad?” She hesitated, raising the blanket all the way to her face until only her eyes showed. Her gaze stayed fixed on the ceiling. “Will it hurt?” She finally asked the question that had been plaguing her the entire day. She had refrained from asking too much, trying not to look scared or bothered. It thrilled her that she was finally going to become blood-related to her two fathers, even if she still didn’t quite understand how it would happen. At the same time, the fear of the unknown threatened to consume her. What if it failed? What if the ceremony detected something different about her? Or worse

“She is—?!” Duchess Catherine snapped, the disbelief draining the excitement from her voice as she focused sharply on the cub's face. Noticing the faint crescent mark near her temple, still glowing with green light, the Duchess’s eyes turned dangerously cold.“And you two allowed this to happen?” Her voice became a low, cutting hiss, carrying the menace of a predator whose young had been attacked in her absence. A sudden, visceral wave of frost seemed to radiate from her, making the air drop.Lev and Aslan visibly stiffened, their faces hardening into identical masks of grim guilt and readiness. They accepted the admonishment without resistance. They still had not found the person who had dared to mate with their young daughter. Worse, they had no answers—no clue about the parents or whoever had neglected, nearly killed, and eventually abandoned the child in their garden.Lev reached out to take Gwyn into his arms, hugging her tightly. Her face shifted into confusion at the mention of

The Aetheria Palace was under complete lockdown. The already tight security was drastically intensified with the sudden arrival of the Marquess's private force.A heavy, oppressive atmosphere shrouded the place, vibrating with a shared, fierce urgency. Every staff member could sense the tension, heightened by the ominous absence of their lord. No one knew what had happened, and everyone was strictly forbidden from asking.Servants and guards moved with a hasty, clipped purpose, gone were the casual strides as before. Pale faces were drawn tight with the cold knot of worry that had settled over the building. It felt as if the entire palace was holding its breath, waiting for disaster.At the same time, deep beneath the Aetheria Palace.The underground chamber felt like the dead heart of the castle, carved deep into the earth. Massive, uneven stones formed its walls, lined floor to ceiling with endless shelves of ancient, unreadable tomes—a stark contrast to the luxurious and refined ap

Outside the orbit of Planet Balthazar, Alaric’s private aircraft hovered just beyond the spaceport’s detection range. No one had noticed it yet; the vessel was operating in full stealth mode. Inside, the chamber was bathed in flashing red lights. Emma, the star network, was sending urgent alert messages to the Emperor’s two most trusted confidants—Brandon and Albert.Within the tightly sealed chamber, a figure lay motionless on the cold floor. His face was drained of color, and the only sign that he was still alive was the faint rise and fall of his chest.It was Alaric.He had exhausted his mental strength reinforcing Gwyn’s fading vitality. Sheer will alone had kept him conscious as he struggled to maintain the fragile link, filtering his own mental force and delicately channeling it toward his mate.He did not stop until the connection stabilized and the cub was definitively out of danger. The moment it was complete, Alaric collapsed. The instant his body hit the floor, Emma automa