All Chapters of The Runaway Alpha Daughter:Christmas With The Ruthless Mate : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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At The Field

A minute later, the door creaked open again.Philipa stiffened.She turned her head just in time to see Draven step back into the room, a covered plate in his hand. He didn’t look at her at first. He simply walked closer, his boots heavy against the floor, until he stood beside her bed.She stared up at him, confused and cautious.Without a word, he stretched the plate toward her.“Take it,” he said. “Training starts by four. You won’t survive it looking like you’re about to starve to death.”Her eyes widened.“You’re… actually giving me food?” she asked, disbelief clear in her voice.He smirked faintly and turned away.“And by the way,” he added over his shoulder, “it’s not poisonous.”Then he walked out, shutting the door behind him.Philipa sat there, frozen, staring at the closed door.“What the hell is wrong with him?” she muttered.Her stomach answered her question with a loud, angry growl.She sighed deeply, lifted the cover, and the smell of warm food hit her nose instantly.H

Beating Marvin

Back At Ashbourne...Exactly four o’clock, a loud bell rang across the academy, echoing through the halls and across the courtyards. The noise of students rushing out of their hostels filled the air—shouts, footsteps, and clattering armor mixing together. A deep, commanding voice boomed above it all, belonging to one of the teachers:“All students! Assemble at the training field immediately! Latecomers will face punishment!”Philipa glanced at Draven’s empty bed. He hadn’t returned to the room since earlier, and a flicker of relief passed through her. She quickly pulled on one of Kaden’s training uniforms—looser, more comfortable than her own—and adjusted it as best she could.The voice started counting down, “Five… four… three… two…” and students panicked, shouting and running in every direction. Philipa didn’t waste a second. She dashed out, sprinting toward the training field along with the others.When she arrived, she was struck by the sight of the massive field. Unlike the dini

Rule No.27 (1)

He moved to sit on her, ready to crush her completely—But she rolled sharply. Marvin lost balance.In a blink, Philipa was on top of him.Her fists came down like a storm.Punch. Punch. Punch.The field went dead silent.Blood covered her knuckles. Marvin’s face twisted in pain as he groaned helplessly beneath her.She didn’t stop. A strong hand suddenly grabbed her arm. She spun around, ready to strike—And froze.Draven.“That’s enough,” he said coldly.He pulled her off Marvin and dragged her away. Marvin lay on the ground, broken and bleeding, barely conscious.Mr. Boorman stepped forward.Boorman followed his gaze, then looked back at Philipa and her opponent.“Hm,” he muttered. “Interesting.”He raised his voice.“You—newbie! Step back.” Philipa obeyed instantly. Marvin’s friends rushed to help him upBoorman turned to Marvin.“And you—run ten laps when you have regained your strength, and for losing focus.”“What?!” His friends protested. “But—”“Enough!.” Glares at Philipa. B

Darkson's Plan Of Rule No.27

Night slowly fell over the academy.The lights along the stone pathways flickered on one by one, casting long shadows across the buildings. Whispers filled the air—everyone was still talking about what happened on the training field.Inside one of the senior hostels, a door slammed open. Darkson stepped in.His silver-blue eyes were sharp, burning with restrained fury. The moment he entered, the room went completely silent.Marvin sat on the bed, his face swollen, bruised, and wrapped in crude bandages. Dried blood still stained his shirt. Two of his friends stood nearby, clearly nervous.Darkson’s gaze locked onto his brother "…Who did this to you?” he asked calmly.That calmness was far more terrifying than shouting.Marvin clenched his fists. “That newbie. Jordan.”Darkson took a slow step forward.“A newbie,” he repeated softly. “Did this?”Marvin’s jaw tightened. “He humiliated me in front of everyone. And Draven interfered.”At the mention of Draven’s name, Darkson’s eyes darke

The Dark Plan

Night had fully settled over Ashbourne Academy.The hostels were quiet, but the silence felt heavy—like the academy itself was watching.Following the descriptions on the paper, Draven walked alone through a narrow stone corridor hidden behind the main training hall. Few students even knew this place existed. Torches lined the walls, their flames flickering weakly, casting long shadows that stretched and twisted like living things.His boots echoed softly as he moved.“This place is odd,” he muttered under his breath. Suddenly a sharp pain exploded in his brain, clutching his head, the touch fell from his hand as he groans. "What is happening to me?!" Blurry vision flashes through his mind, as the pain increases. The backside of a she-wolf is being showed, her length hairs, waves freely. Slowly she turns smiling, while beckoning on him to come closer. The vision ended swiftly as it's came, and the sudden pain fades away. Still clutching his head, he slowly stood up. Looks around an

The Nigh Attack

The hostel was quiet. Too quiet.Philipa lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her body aches feom the training had faded away, thanks to the healing halve, but her mind refused to rest. The fact thet the perfume was slowly down her healing abilities is worrisome, till, she needs to keep on using it. Every muscle felt relaxed when she moved, yet sleep would not come. Draven had alerted her on a possible attack on her soon, and that unsettled her. The men world is more competitive than she imagined. An attack on her just because she won fair, and square?. Suddenly, the room felt tensed... Something felt… wrong. She slowly sat up.The moonlight slipped through the window, casting pale lines across the floor. The curtains stirred slightly, even though there was no wind.Her wolf stirred uneasily inside her.Danger.Before she could react, the door creaked open.Three shadows slipped into the room.Her heart slammed violently against her chest.“Found him,” a low voice whispered.Phil

The Outrage

Mr. Mark’s Office – Late NightMr. Mark walked briskly through the quiet corridor, his footsteps sharp against the stone floor. His heart was still pounding from the encounter at Draven’s hostel.That boy… No—that Alpha.He pushed open the door to his office and slammed it shut behind him. The room smelled of old books and ink. A single lantern flickered on his desk, throwing long shadows across the walls.“Get in here,” he snapped.Three students stepped forward nervously—the same ones who had reported the disturbance. Their heads were bowed, shoulders tense.“Do you know what you just did?” Mr. Mark barked.“N–No, sir,” one of them stammered.“You wasted my time,” he hissed. “You stirred trouble where none should exist.”“But sir,” another student said quickly, “we clearly heard fighting. Screams. Crashing sounds—”“Enough!” Mr. Mark slammed his palm on the desk, making them flinch. “This academy does not investigate rumors without proof. You had no witnesses. No dead bodies. No off

Nighmares Before The Morning Drill

“Mom! Please—don’t leave me!”The little boy clung desperately to his mother’s hands, his small fingers shaking as tears streamed down his face. His cries echoed through the cold air, broken and helpless.“Please, Mom… take me with you,” Draven sobbed. “I’ll be good. I promise.”His mother’s face was hard. Cold. Empty.She tried to pull her hands free, but Draven held on with all his strength.“I don’t want you anymore,” she snapped suddenly, her voice sharp and cruel. “You’re a burden. Extra luggage I can’t afford to carry.”Draven froze.His grip tightened in panic. “No… no—Mom!” he cried.She shoved him away. Hard. Draven stumbled backward, his small body crashing to the ground. His head struck a sharp stone.Pain exploded— Darkness swallowed him.Through the ringing in his ears, he heard his father’s voice shouting in fury.“How could you do that to him?! He’s your son!”Then—Fire.Screams.Steel clashing.Draven gasped as the scene changed violently.He was older now. Blood covered

The Attack

Philipa forced herself to keep running.Her boots hit the ground in steady rhythm, her breath sharp but controlled. Sweat slowly formed on her forehead as the cold air burned her lungs.She ignored Marvin’s earlier shove.Ignored the mocking laughter.Focused only on finishing the sprint.But her wolf wouldn’t calm down.Danger.She felt it again when Marvin suddenly moved closer again, running just beside her. His shoulder brushed hers—not by accident.She shifted away. He followed.Another runner clipped her elbow from the other side.Her balance wavered. “Watch it,” she snapped.Marvin smirked. “Relax. It’s just training.”His eyes said otherwise.They were dark. Cruel. Waiting.As they rounded the second lap, Marvin slowed slightly, forcing Philipa to slow too—or crash into him.Before she could react— His foot hooked behind her ankle.She stumbled forward with a sharp cry.Her hands hit the ground hard.Pain exploded through her palms and knees as her body slid across the dirt.G

The Prey For Dark Rituals

With Philipa leaning heavily on Draven and Rowan, they finally reached the hostel.Rowan hurried ahead and pushed the door open.Inside, the room was quiet and dim.Draven guided Philipa carefully to the bed. He helped her sit, then gently laid her down. The moment her back touched the mattress, she winced sharply, her fingers gripping and rumpling the bedsheets as she tried to ease the pain with small restless movements.Her eyes stayed shut.Draven’s jaw tightened. He turned quickly to his side of the room, and pulled out his aid box from under the bed. Opening it, he took out a small jar of healing salve, and walked back to her bedside.“Rowan, water,” he said shortly.Rowan rushed into the bathroom, returned with a bowl of water and a clean towel.He dipped the cloth and gently wiped Philipa’s arm. She groaned loudly.Draven froze. “I—I think I should stop.” he told Rowan while cursing under his breath.“Thanks,” he said, taking the towel. “Go get ready for class. Time’s already g

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