Todos los capítulos de The Alpha Betrayed Mate: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

The first whisper reached me before dawn.I was in the training yard alone, steel singing against steel as I worked through the forms Krager had drilled into my bones. The air was cold enough to bite, the sky barely silver at the edges. I needed the discipline of movement, the clarity of exertion. My mind had been too loud lately.A scout approached, breath fogging, boots skidding slightly on the frost. He knelt. He has been very loyal to me but has kept his distance, and I appreciated it.“Luna.”I lowered my blade. “Speak.”“There is movement beyond the eastern ridge. Markings in the trees. Crescent Fang symbols.”My grip tightened.The Crescent Fangs.We had broken them years ago. Or so we believed.“Are you certain?” I asked.“Yes. And…” He hesitated. “Tracks suggest more than a handful. Organised.”Organised meant leadership.“Anything else?”The scout swallowed. “We heard a name carried in the wind. Torag.”Selene’s father.Alive.I dismissed him and stood still for a long momen

The scent of blood reached us before the bodies did. It was the smell of copper and pine.It carried on the wind from the outskirts, sharp enough to sting the back of my throat as we rushed beyond the council hall and down toward the southern boundary. Wolves ran in partial shifts, claws digging into packed earth, eyes flashing gold in the dimming light.Four of ours lay near the treeline. I was worried why everyone was suddenly trying the shift form over a darkbreed.I forced myself not to look too long at their faces.Their throats had been torn cleanly. Efficient and brutal but not frenzied.This was no rogue. This was deliberate.Clay stepped forward, shoulders broad, wolf barely restrained beneath his skin. His aura pressed outward, Alpha dominance rolling like heat from a forge.“Where is it?” he demanded. "Where is the damn darkbreed?"A guard pointed toward the dense line of firs. All eyes shifted.Then we saw him. The Darkbreed stood just beyond the fallen wolves, tall, fur

We met where frost never quite melted.The northern ridgeline cut through the sky like a blade, jagged and white beneath the moon. No banners marked the gathering place. No guards announced our arrival. That was the point.Secrecy had become my only currency.I arrived cloaked and unaccompanied. Not because I lacked loyalty, but because I could not afford witnesses. Every movement within Silvercrest was being watched now. Every conversation was measured.The wind carried the scent of pine, stone, and wolves who were not mine.Alpha Rydan stood near the cliff’s edge, broad shoulders framed by the night. He did not turn immediately when I approached. He did not need to. He had already scented me.“You walk dangerous ground, Luna,” he said evenly.“I have been walking on dangerous ground for weeks.”He glanced over his shoulder then, studying my face in the dim light.“You look thinner.”“I am.”He did not offer sympathy. That was why I had come to him.Two other figures stood further ba

The moment Alpha Rydan turned his back on the hall, I felt the fracture split clean through the centre of our world.He did not storm out. He did not rage.This was not the plan, but I could manage with this outcome.He simply looked at Clay one last time, something like disappointment shadowing his stern features, then signalled to the Alphas who had risen in support of him.“Until Silvercrest resolves its internal instability,” he said evenly, “The North withdraws its military cooperation.”It was not a shout. It was a sentence. A verdict.Then he walked.Alpha Kael and Brenn followed. The North Ridge delegation followed. Even quiet old Darrow of Pine Hollow rose with visible reluctance and joined them. Boots struck stone in a steady rhythm as they exited the circular hall, their cloaks sweeping behind them like banners pulled from a battlefield.The doors closed.The silence they left behind was worse than the shouting had been.Clay stood in the centre of the floor, chest rising

The pig enclosure was not built for endurance.It was built for humiliation and for animals.The stench settled into the lungs first, then the skin, then the mind. Even when I forced myself to breathe shallowly, it found a way in. Sour rot. Wet straw. Filth that clung to dignity and refused to let go.I had endured battlefields thick with blood and burning fur. I had stood over corpses without flinching. I had slept in forests under rain and frost.But this… this was designed to break something quieter.The pigs did not care who I was. They shoved and squealed and rooted through mud with indifferent urgency. The guards stationed beyond the gate cared even less. Their eyes avoided mine. Whether from shame or fear, I did not know.By the third day, my body began to respond.My head swam in waves. Food, when they tossed it in, tasted of metal. My hands trembled when I tried to rise too quickly. The cold dampness seeped into my bones. I told myself it was strategy. That they wanted me wea