All Chapters of The Runaway Alpha Daughter:Christmas With The Ruthless Mate : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Kadel’s Counterattack Plan

Stefan returned to the estate and went straight for the Alpha’s study.He knocked once, briefly, then stepped inside.To his surprise, Kadel was still there.The Alpha sat hunched over the table, his broad shoulders slumped, his head lowered as though sleep had taken him where exhaustion could not be ignored.Stefan took a step closer. “Alpha…” he said softly.Kadel slowly raised his head.The moment their eyes met, Stefan felt his chest split open.There was no anger in his Alpha’s face.No strength or command. Only deep worry… and something that looked painfully like regret.Stefan’s throat tightened.How am I supposed to tell him this now? he thought desperately. How do I break such a devastating truth when he already looks this broken?“Stefan,” Kadel’s voice said quietly, pulling him back.“What is it?”Stefan opened his mouth—but no words came out. “I… I just…” he stuttered, then forced himself to speak. “I came to check on you, Alpha.”Kadel stared at him. Long. Sharp. Knowing.

Who Wins The Game?

When Stefan returned, kadel Instead, under the cover of night, he followed Stefan quietly to the healer’s house.The moment the healer saw Kadel step inside—alive—her legs nearly gave way beneath her. Tears filled her eyes as she clasped her hands together.“Moon Goddess be praised,” she whispered. “You live.”She bowed deeply, her voice shaking as she thanked the Moon Goddess for sparing him from greedy hearts masked as family.Without delay, she told Kadel everything—exactly what she had already told Stefan before the poison was ever served. Then she presented her findings from the slave’s body.“There is no doubt,” she said solemnly. “The poison was meant for you, my Alpha. The Luna prepared it herself.”Kadel said nothing.The confirmation struck harder than the accusation ever had. His chest felt hollow, but his face remained composed. Whatever pain churned inside him, he buried it deep.Then he spoke. “I need your help,” he said quietly.The healer stiffened.Kadel explained eve

Chaos

The moment the chamber door shut behind them, Lyria straightened.Her fainting vanished as though someone had flipped a switch.She grabbed Kaden’s hands and laughed breathlessly, pulling him into a tight embrace.“It worked,” she whispered excitedly. “They believed it.”Kaden smirked, hugging her back. “Of course they did. Father is gone. The pack is already shaking.”But suddenly, Lyria stiffened.She pulled away, her smile faltering as fear crept into her eyes. She began pacing the room, wringing her fingers.“The healer,” she muttered. “What if she examines his body? What if she finds something strange?”Kaden caught her shoulders firmly, forcing her to look at him.“Enough,” he said calmly. “You’re safe. I won’t let anyone touch you. No one will dare accuse the Luna while I’m here.”Her breathing steadied. Slowly, she nodded.Meanwhile, the council hall was in chaos.An emergency bell had summoned the elders, and they arrived in waves—some pale with shock, some furious, others wh

The Conclusion

With the elders’ relentless insistence, Lyria was finally summoned back into the hall.The great doors creaked open, and she entered slowly, one hand pressed to her chest, her steps unsteady as though the weight of the room itself was crushing her fragile frame. Her face was pale, her lips slightly trembling—every inch the grieving, weakened Luna.Kaden rose at once.“Mother,” he said tightly, pulling out a chair beside him. “Sit. You’re unwell.”Before she could lower herself, an elder slammed his staff against the stone floor.“No,” Elder Hargun snapped. “She will stand.”Kaden’s head whipped around. “You dare—?”“You are not Alpha yet, boy,” another elder sneered. “And she is not above the law.”Lyria inhaled sharply, swaying on her feet. “It’s alright, my son,” she murmured softly. “If standing will ease their suspicions, then I shall stand.”Her meekness only fueled the elders’ fury.“Don’t play the wounded dove with us,” Elder Mora spat. “Your mate lies cold, poisoned under your

The Terror Of The South

Back at BloodFall Pack, the clang of steel still echoed faintly through the courtyard.Devon rolled his shoulders as he stepped out of the training grounds, sweat clinging to his shirt. The elite unit Draven had ordered was shaping well—faster, deadlier, disciplined to the bone. Exactly how Draven liked his warriors.Phil followed behind him, cracking his neck. “If Draven doesn’t praise this team when he gets back, I’ll assume he’s finally gone blind.”Devon snorted softly but said nothing as he reached the study door and slid the key into the lock.Just as he turned it—“Beta Devon!”Saxon came running down the corridor, breath uneven, his usual composure fractured. The urgency in his stride alone made Devon’s hand freeze on the key.Devon turned sharply. “What happened?”Without a word, Saxon held out a sealed letter.Phil leaned in, squinting—then burst out laughing. “Crestmoon Pack?” he scoffed. “What now? Another complaint about finding the runaway princess or some ceremonial non

My Birthright.

Crestmoon Pack---Day of Alpha Kadel’s Burial...Gray clouds swallowed the sky.Not storm clouds. Just dull… heavy ones.The kind that pressed down on the chest and made breathing feel like work.Even the wind was quiet, as if the forest itself mourned.The royal burial grounds stood at the highest hill of Crestmoon — sacred land reserved only for the Alpha bloodline. Ancient stone pillars circled the site, carved with the names of every fallen Alpha before Kadel.Today, another name would be added.A long black coffin rested at the center.Inside lay Alpha Kadel. Still. Cold. And lifeless.At least… that was what everyone believed.Pack members dressed in dark robes filled the grounds. Warriors stood in silent rows. Servants bowed their heads. Even the neighboring Alphas who had come to “pay respects” wore solemn expressions.But grief wasn’t the only thing in the air.There was fear.Because when a strong Alpha dies suddenly, enemies smell weakness.And everyone knew it.Soft sobs ec

Alpha Philipa

The hall nodded in agreement.“He already leads patrols, and the warriors trust him.”“He’s level-headed.”“He protected the pack even while accused.”Every sentence was a slap.Kaden’s breathing grew heavier.“You… want him?” he said slowly.“Yes,” Marrok replied. “For now.”“It’s tradition. Prove yourself first.”“Learn responsibility. Then we talk about coronation.”Kaden stared at Stefan like he’d just discovered a snake beside him.Stefan simply bowed slightly.“I have no desire for the throne. I only serve the pack.” He was calm and respectful.Which somehow made Kaden angrier.“You’re lying,” Kaden hissed.Silence. Then— “You’re all lying!” He slammed the table.BANG.“Don’t think I’m blind!” His finger pointed wildly at the elders. “You’ve been colluding with him from the start!”Gasps erupted.“You plan to steal power from the royal family!” Treason! Conspiracy! Maybe you poisoned my father together!”The hall erupted.“Watch your mouth, boy! How dare you!”“We served your g

The Bad News

Back to the Academy…The sharp clang of the morning bell echoed across the academy grounds.Class dismissed.For half a second, there was silence—Then chaos. Chairs scraped loudly, boots stomped and voices exploded into laughter and rough teasing.“Move, idiot!”“You’re blocking the door!”“Breakfast first, training later! Last one there washes the dishes!”Boys poured out of the halls like floodwater.Shoving, yelling and throwing arms over each other’s shoulders.Some sprinted straight for the cafeteria like starving wolves. Typical men world of chaos, aways loud and always competitive.Philipa walked in the middle of the crowd with Rowan beside her.“…and then he slipped right into the mud face-first!” Rowan finished dramatically, waving both hands as he reenacted it.Philipa burst out laughing.“No way— you’re lying!”“I swear on my life! His nose disappeared inside the mud like—”He made a squelching sound.She laughed harder, clutching her stomach.“For Moon’s sake, Rowan— stop—

The Truth Is Out

The change in Draven was subtle at first — so subtle that anyone else would have missed it.But Philipa didn’t.She had grown used to him the way one grows used to the moon — always there, quiet, constant, watching.So when that presence shifted even slightly, she felt it immediately.Throughout the evening drill, while Rowan complained dramatically about combat test approaching fast, and another student passing ridiculous notes across to anotheron the field, her attention kept drifting toward the front row where Draven usually stand behind Boorman.He was there. Same straight posture.Same unreadable face.Yet something felt… wrong.She could tell he wasn’t listening. Wasn’t even pretending to pay attention like he normally did.He simply stared throughthefield, eyes distant, jaw tight, as though his thoughts were somewhere far beyond the academy walls.Philipa caught his gaze once and offered him a small smile.He looked away, too quickly. Her smile faded.That had never happened bef

Kaden’s Cruel Game

Meanwhile... Back at Crestmoon Pack…The announcement spread through the pack like wildfire carried by the wind.By noon, every single wolf — young, old, warriors, hunters, even children — had heard it.The drums had been beaten three times from the watchtowers.A signal reserved only for war—or the throne.“The late Alpha’s will has been revealed!Alpha Philipa has equal right to the throne as heir!. Whoever finds her first and brings her back alive will be crowned the next Alpha of Crestmoon!”Excited murmurs exploded everywhere.Some really hope she is found and brought back alive. But majority with greedy ambition were more than excited at this news.Every emotions were tangled together.Men who had never stepped beyond the borders before suddenly volunteered for long-range searches. Patrol squads doubled. Scouts raced out of the gates before sunrise.Everyone wanted to be the hero. Everyone wanted the throne.By afternoon, the estate had turned into a circus.“She’s me! I’m Phili

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