All Chapters of The Price Of Fate: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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101 The Glow Beneath My Skin 4

Nyra’s POV“Dragon blood,” I repeated faintly, like saying it might make it make sense.My mother nodded, shaking, and then she stepped toward me, taking my hands in hers, warm, trembling, desperate.Her eyes locked on mine.“Listen to me,” she said, voice fierce through tears. “No one must know.”My breath caught.“No one,” she repeated, gripping tighter. “Not the elders. Not the pack. Not the Prima society. Not, ” she swallowed hard, “not even Keiran.”My heart slammed painfully.“Why?” I whispered.My mother’s voice dropped into something raw and terrified.“If they know,” she said, “they will kill you.”The words sucked all the air out of the room.I stared at her, shock freezing me.“K-kill me?” I stammered.My mother nodded, tears pouring.“Wolves do not speak of them,” she whispered. “They do not name them. They fear them. They fear what they can do. They fear what their blood can awaken.”I pulled my hands back slowly, my skin crawling.“They would kill me,” I repeated, not b

102 Wisdom Under the Watchful Eyes

Nyra’s POVBy the time we arrived at the venue, my stomach had turned itself into a tight knot that refused to loosen.The challenge grounds weren’t like the pack’s everyday spaces, the garden, the halls, the training fields where wolves barked orders and omegas kept their eyes down. This place was… ceremonial. Built for judgment. Built for spectacle. Built for the kind of public moments that became pack history, whether you survived them or not.Torches burned along the perimeter even though it was still day, their flames steady and proud, as if the elders wanted the world to remember that fire belonged to wolves, not to whatever waited beyond the barrier. Banners hung high with Vandwood’s crest, thick fabric snapping slightly in the breeze. The air tasted like pine and iron and anticipation.And the crowd…The crowd was already gathered.Pack members lined the edges in clusters, officers in uniform, elders and house leaders in dignified robes, warriors in leather and steel, and omeg

103 Wisdom Under the Watchful Eyes 2

Nyra’s POVI recognised her face even before I had a name for it. The sharp nose, the cold eyes, the way her posture screamed superiority. She looked like the kind of woman who could insult you with a smile and then pretend she was blessing you.She leaned toward Beverly and whispered something, and Beverly’s lips curled as if she’d been given fresh poison to spit.Behind them sat Luna Ingrid.She looked like royalty even when she was scowling. Her dress was dark, rich, and heavy with status, jewellery glinting on her wrists and neck. She held herself like the pack belonged to her.Her gaze landed on me, and it didn’t just feel like hatred.It felt like hunger.The kind of hunger that wanted to swallow you whole.Then I saw Alpha Ethan.He sat with the elders at the front, slightly elevated, where the pack could see him clearly. He wore formal attire too, but his dominance didn’t come from clothes. It came from the way the air seemed to shift around him, the way even warriors avoided

104 Wisdom Under the Watchful Eyes 3

Nyra’s POVThe venue settled, bodies shifting, attention sharpening.She lifted a scroll and unrolled it slowly, the parchment crackling.“These challenges are not entertainment,” she said, gaze sweeping over the crowd. “They are not games. They are not meant to feed your gossip.”Her eyes landed briefly on the pack members who loved whispering most. They lowered their heads slightly.“These challenges decide who will lead Vandwood,” she continued. “Who will command its warriors. Who will hold its laws. Who will carry its burdens. Who will protect our territory from enemies within and enemies without.”Her voice turned colder.“And should our leaders fail, should they grow weak, foolish, or careless, the Outlands will not wait politely for us to correct our mistakes.”A deep hush fell.Even children went silent.The elder’s gaze moved to Ronan and Keiran.“You will be tested,” she said. “Both Alphas and Lunas.”My throat tightened.I sat up straighter, trying not to show how my hands

105 Wisdom Under the Watchful Eyes 4

Nyra’s POVAlliance questions always stirred fear, because alliances were never pure. They were bargains dressed as loyalty.Ronan didn’t hesitate long.Keiran paused, then wrote.“Question Four,” the scribe read, “An internal officer is suspected of secretly selling information to an outsider. You have no proof, only patterns. If you accuse wrongly, you destroy trust. If you delay and you are right, you risk the pack’s safety. How do you proceed?”My stomach twisted.Ronan’s expression remained composed, but his eyes sharpened slightly, as if he’d been through this kind of threat before.Keiran’s pen slowed, then resumed.“Question Five,” the scribe continued, “A patrol returns with three injured warriors and reports an ambush. They claim the attackers were not wolves, not bears, not human, something else. Panic spreads. Some pack members demand immediate evacuation. Others demand immediate retaliation. What is your strategy within the next twelve hours?”My breath caught.Not wolves.

106 A Luna’s Heart, An Alpha’s Fists

Nyra’s POVStanding at the council table felt like standing at the edge of a cliff.Not because I wanted to jump, but because I knew the pack wanted to push.The venue had gone quieter the moment I rose, like the entire crowd was holding its breath just to see if I would crumble. The elders sat in their elevated seats, eyes sharp, faces carved from old judgement. Alpha Ethan’s presence loomed even when he didn’t move, and beside the elders, my mother sat with her chin lifted, hands folded, calm in the way only people with real power could afford to be.Beverly stood a few feet from me, posture perfect, shoulders back, chin high, her expensive dress and polished face screaming that she belonged here.I had a hoodie.Long sleeves.A crystal necklace under fabric that I wasn’t allowed to explain.And a mate bond on my skin so fresh, so loud, that the pack’s noses kept twitching like it offended them.Ronan stood behind us with that maddening calm that made me want to scream at him and ki

107 A Luna’s Heart, An Alpha’s Fists 2

Nyra’s POVBeverly’s brows rose like she couldn’t believe I would dare.“If visitors come in peace,” I continued, “they should leave feeling honoured. Not just because honour is polite, but because honour builds alliances. It builds trust. It keeps enemies from becoming enemies.”I paused, then added, voice colder.“But if visitors come to test boundaries, a Luna should not smile through disrespect. She should be calm, controlled, and firm enough that the visitor understands the pack is not weak simply because it is welcoming.”My gaze flicked briefly toward Beverly.“Hospitality is not softness,” I said. “It is strategy.”A few elders nodded faintly.The scribe moved on quickly, as if he sensed the crowd shifting.“Question Three,” he read. “What is a Luna’s role when the Alpha is not present?”Beverly answered like she’d been waiting for this.“The Luna represents the Alpha,” she said. “She ensures the pack runs smoothly. She oversees omegas, manages the packhouse, upholds tradition

108 A Luna’s Heart, An Alpha’s Fists 3

Nyra’s POVThe silence felt heavier than the laughter had.I breathed in.I thought of Ronan’s voice, You never have to be ashamed with me.I thought of the hunger in my belly when they withheld food.I thought of hands holding me down, fists punching my stomach, and the way they laughed because they believed they could.I thought of the Outlands, the barrier, and the truth my mother had spilled in pieces like it would kill her to speak it.I lifted my chin.“If the pack is under attack and the Alpha is not available,” I began, voice steady, “the first thing a Luna must do is protect the pack.”Beverly’s mouth curled as if she thought I would stumble.I didn’t.“If there is someone stronger or more experienced present,” I continued, “someone who can lead the fight better than she can, then she steps aside.”A murmur moved through the crowd, surprised.“Not because she is weak,” I said, louder, “but because holding on to power at the expense of the pack’s safety is stupidity.”Beverly

109 Black Wolves, Broken Pride

Ronan’s POVThe moment Nyra stepped back from that council table, the air around her changed.It wasn’t just the elders nodding. It wasn’t just the murmurs that followed her like a shadow. It was the way she carried herself, chin lifted, shoulders steady, eyes clear, as if the pack hadn’t spent years trying to grind her into something small.She didn’t look small.She looked like a woman who had been bruised and still chose to stand.And I felt something tight and hot settle in my chest.Pride.Real pride.Not the shallow kind that came from winning a round. Not the loud kind that needed clapping and praise. The kind that came from seeing someone you cared about refuse to bend, even when the world demanded it.Nyra didn’t answer like a girl trying to impress. She answered like a leader.A pack didn’t need a Luna who would cling to a title while wolves died around her.A pack needed someone who would choose lives first.And she did.So, yes, when the elders announced the point went to

110 Black Wolves, Broken Pride 2

Ronan’s POVKeiran attacked first with a straight punch to my jaw, fast, sharp, meant to rattle me.I shifted my head just enough for it to skim past, then drove my elbow toward his ribs.He blocked, but the force still knocked him sideways.He recovered quickly, swinging again, this time aiming for my stomach.I caught his wrist mid-strike, twisted, and shoved him back.He stumbled but didn’t fall.He came again, faster, anger fuelling him like fire.His punches landed harder now, one clipped my shoulder, another grazed my cheek.The crowd roared, hungry.Beverly shouted Keiran’s name like she could scream him into victory.Nyra stayed quiet.But I felt her eyes on me.Not admiration.Not excitement.Worry.That worry sharpened something in me.Not fear.Something darker.Because this wasn’t only about winning.This was about teaching Keiran what it meant to stand in front of people and still choose cruelty over courage.He threw a kick toward my thigh.I blocked with my shin, grabbe

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