All Chapters of The Runaway Alpha Daughter:Christmas With The Ruthless Mate : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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The Fight (2)

Draven came to an abrupt halt mid-run.Rowan nearly crashed into him.“Hey—what are you—”Before he could finish, Draven spun around and grabbed him hard by the shoulders.Rowan froze.There was something in Draven’s eyes now—something fierce, urgent… commanding.“Listen to me carefully,” Draven said, his voice low but sharp enough to cut through the chaos in Rowan’s head. “There’s no time to explain this.”Rowan blinked, trying to catch his breath. “Draven, what’s going on? Philipa—”“Rowan!” Draven snapped. That single word silenced him.“Go to my hostel. Now.”Rowan frowned, confused.“My bag—beside my bed,” Draven continued rapidly. “There’s a package inside. Find the scrolls—empty letter paper.”Rowan opened his mouth to speak—But Draven didn’t stop.“You will write a letter. And address it to Beta Delon and Gamma Phil of BloodFall Pack.” Rowan’s confusion deepened.“Tell them this is an urgent command. They are to come to the academy immediately—with one unit of elite warriors.”

The Fight (3)

Rowan slowly lifted his head. Blood stained his lips. His eyes… defiant. And then—He spat out. Blood splattered across Darkson’s face.Silence.For one second— Everything froze.Then—Darkson’s expression twisted into pure and uncontrolled fury.“You—”He grabbed Rowan by the collar, lifting him slightly—And in that moment—Something slipped.The letter.It fell from Rowan’s pant. Landing softly on the ground between them.Both of them froze. Darkson’s eyes dropped.Then— He moved fast.He snatched the letter from the ground before Rowan could react.Rowan’s heart sank.“No—” it was too late.Darkson unfolded it. His eyes scanned the contents. Once. Twice. Then—His expression changed.The fury… Vanished and it was replaced by something else.Shock.His grip on Rowan loosened slightly.“…What is this?” he muttered. His eyes flicked to the seal and saw the golden crest and the name.His face went pale. For a brief second—He said nothing.Then suddenly—He burst out laughing loud and wild.“H

Next Phase Of Crisis

Darkson’s smirk lingered as his gaze shifted between Jay who held his arms firmly.The tension in the air thickened instantly.“Let him go,” Jay repeated, his voice calm—but edged with something sharp beneath it.Darkson chuckled under his breath.“And why would I do that?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. “You just appeared out of nowhere and now you’re giving me orders?”Jay’s grip tightened.“Because this is the academy grounds,” he replied coldly. “And what you’re doing is excessive.”Darkson glanced down at Rowan’s battered form on the ground. Then back at them.His grin widened.“Excessive?” he echoed. “He was sneaking around like a rat past curfew. I asked questions. He chose to stay silent.”Jay’s eyes narrowed.“And you chose to beat him half to death?”Darkson’s expression darkened slightly.“Don’t pretend you don’t understand how this works,” he said flatly. “Secrets don’t get protected for free, and you yourself is a bully.”Rowan let out a weak cough on the ground, hi

Surrender Or Fight.(1)

Draven’s boots slammed violently against the stone floor as he burst out of the hidden archive passage.His breathing was ragged, uneven and wild.“Where… where are you…?” he muttered under his breath, his voice breaking with urgency.His eyes darted around the dark corridors, searching and calculatingevery angles of the academy.For the first time in a long while… Draven didn’t have control over something he desperately wanted, and it showed.Then—BOOM.A sharp, violent pain exploded in his chest.“—Ghh!”His body jerked violently as if something had stabbed straight through his heart.His hand flew to his chest instantly, fingers clawing at his shirt.He staggered forward—Then dropped to one knee.“Ahh—!”A hoarse groan tore from his throat as the pain deepened. It wasn’t physical blade or wound, but it felt like his very soul was being ripped apart.His wolf howled inside him not in rage though, it was pure pain and fear.Draven’s eyes widened.“…Philipa…”His voice came out strain

Surrender Or Fight(2)

AHHHHHHHH—!!!”Philipa screamed again, but this time, louder and more desperate.Her entire body arched violently as invisible forces tore through her. It felt like blades, thousands of them, piercing her skin, her muscles and even bones.“STOP—!! PLEASE—!!”Her voice cracked into sobs while her wolf surged inside her—furious, desperate, fighting to break free. But the dark magic pressed down harder.Crushing, suppressing and draining her wolf's energy.“No… no…” she whispered weakly as her strength began to fade.The more she resisted—The worse the pain became. And her body began to tremble uncontrollably, until her vision blurred.Still— they showed no mercy. Not even a pause or a chance of escape for.Kaden watched silently and unmoved by his sister's screams of agony. A slow, twisted curiosity filled his gaze.“…So this is it…” he murmured under his breath.“…the power they spoke about…”His lips curled slightly.“Interesting.”----Meanwhile…Marko’s mind was in complete chaos as

The Fight (3)

Marko’s breath caught in his throat.“…Draven.”The name hung in the air for a split second.Draven didn’t respond immediately.He stood with his back half-turned, shoulders rising and falling rapidly, as if he had just forced himself to stop rather than kept running past them entirely.The tension around him was suffocating.Marko pushed himself up quickly, ignoring the sting in his shoulder. The two men beside him also recovered to their feet, instinctively forming a cautious stance.“Draven—wait—” Marko began.But Draven turned sharply.And in that instant—Marko stopped speaking.Draven’s eyes, they were different. Not just intense or just angry, they carried something deeper and something unstable.His breathing was uneven, his jaw clenched tightly as another wave of pain seemed to ripple through him. His hand hovered near his chest again, but he forced it down.“Talk,” Draven said coldly, voice rough.“Now.”Marko swallowed.“…We’ve found her location.”Draven’s expression didn’t

The Fight (4)

Draven moved first. Fast and unhesitating.The moment the energy ripple passed, he surged forward into a sprint, the others barely reacting in time before following him.Marko’s heart pounded violently.“We’re close—!” he called out, voice tight.The red glow ahead intensified with each step, and the chanting grew louder but more distorted.… inhuman.Then— They reached it.The passage opened suddenly into a vast underground chamber, but the sight that greeted them—made Marko’s blood run cold.He knew such a place existed but had never imagined it to be more darker than Marvin had described to him months ago. But when he saw who was on the altar—Philipa. Tied and moving less, his wolf surged violently within him— Wanting to fight, but the dark energy in this evil place suppressed it relentlessly. Then he watches Draven stepped fully into the chamber. Silence followed his entrance, tot immediate, but noticeable like a shift.The air itself seemed to react to him.Draven stood at the

The End Of The Dark Ritual

The moment the invisible mirror barrier flung his hand away, something inside Draven snapped completely.For a split second, he simply stood there—breathing hard, staring at the unseen force separating him from her.And then Philipa’s cries broke him.“Draven… please don’t hurt yourself...!” Her voice trembled, weak, breaking, filled with pain and fear. It wasn’t loud, but it cut deeper than anything.Draven stepped back slowly, his chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven breaths. His fingers curled, unclenched, then curled again.“…No,” he muttered under his breath.Then suddenly—He lunged forward.BOOM—!His fist slammed into the invisible barrier with brutal force. The entire chamber trembled but the barrier held.A violent rebound of energy shot back into his arm, forcing him a step backward.Draven didn’t stop. Again.BOOM—!!This time harder. The impact echoed like thunder, rippling through the pillars, disturbing the rhythm of the bloody stream and the elders who were still u

The Battle Is Won

The explosion behind them shook the entire underground passage violently.Dust and shattered stones blasted through the tunnel like a raging storm, forcing everyone to shield their faces as they ran.Marko tightened his hold around Philipa’s unconscious body and kept moving despite the burning pain in his legs.“Move faster!” Jax barked behind him while dragging one of the captured elders across the ground like a sack of meat.Another tremor ripped through the tunnel.CRAAAACK—!!The ceiling split apart overhead.Large rocks crashed down violently behind them, sealing parts of the passage completely.“We’re running out of time!” Darren shouted.Ahead of them, the faint outline of the exit finally appeared.Moonlight. Fresh air and Hope.Marko gritted his teeth and pushed himself harder.Then—They burst out of the underground ruins.Cold night air slammed into their faces.One after another, the students and Crestmoon warriors stumbled out onto the academy grounds while the earth behin

The Devil Of The North (1)

The two men nodded instantly and disappeared into the chaos after Kaden.Lorne himself quickly turned toward Marko and Philipa.Relief flashed briefly across his face seeing her alive despite her condition.“You’ve done enough,” he said sincerely. “Thank you for saving our future Alpha.”Then he stepped forward carefully, extending his arms.“I’ll take Alpha Philipa from here—”The moment his fingers almost touched her—Draven moved not fast or violent way.He simply turned his head slowly toward Lorne. But the instant their eyes met—Lorne froze, his wolf nearly ripped out of his body in terror.Cold. Ancient and Predatory.That was all Lorne felt from Draven’s gaze now.“Don’t,” Draven said quietly yet the single word carried overwhelming pressure.Lorne’s breathing hitched as even his knees weakened slightly.“…dare me.”Lorne immediately stepped backward.His instincts screamed at him not to challenge the being standing before him.Something about Draven had changed after the coll

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