All Chapters of The Alpha’s Purchased Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 69

The silence was infinitely worse than the cannons.With three hundred iron dreadnoughts anchored just off the coast, the Capital braced, hard, for a world-ending barrage of artillery. The Black Summit guards manned the coastal ballistas, their hands slick with sweat. In the medical wing i gripped the windowsill so tightly my knuckles ached, real painful. But the cannons didn’t fire. Not even once. The massive, city-sized flagship floating in the center of the armada just… sat there, its dark iron hull rising and falling with the ocean swells, like it was breathing. “Why arent they firing?” Liam asked, stepping up beside me, his crossbow lowered but his whole body still locked up tight. “They have us completely outgunned. They could level the cliffs in ten minutes.” “Look,” i said, and pointed toward the water. Lowering from the side of the colossal flagship was a single black-wood longboat. It hit the water with a heavy splash. Six massive Lycan warriors manned the oars, rowing i

The sky didn't just fall; it shattered.The sheer concussive force of the Iron Fleet's broadside bombardment turned the Western Harbor into an apocalyptic nightmare.Massive, two-ton iron cannonballs slammed into the beach, throwing geysers of wet sand, saltwater, and fire hundreds of feet into the air.The first blast… the shockwave caught me mid-breath, i got yanked clean off my feet and thrown hard, backwards. I hit the ground and the air just ran out of me. My shoulder, bleeding, it felt like it was on fire, that cut from Lyra’s bone-blade burning like hot coals, except it was worse. It was screaming at me, no, it was screaming at my whole body."Luna! Get up!" Liam’s voice cut through the explosions, kind of, not really. Like it barely got through the roar.Then strong hands grabbed me by the back of my tactical vest, hauling me upright. Alpha Silas. His face was smeared with soot and sand, like he’d crawled out of a furnace."The truce is broken, we have to reach the Capital wal

The Capital Palace was, like, holding it self together by pure will.In the first few hours after the earthquake the city went quiet in this agonizing way, almost too quiet. In the Royal Study, Dante and I stood over the map tableDante’s massive black bone-armor was all scarred and chipped from that clash with the Emperor, his golden eyes stuck on the tiny wooden blocks, each one meaning the Iron Fleet.There were three hundred of them."We pulled the remaining Black Summit guards to the upper cliffs," Liam said, his voice hollow, like it had been wrung out dry. "We’ve got twenty heavy Moon-steel ballistas mounted along the ridge. But Luna… we have maybe two thousand able-bodied fighters left. If the Emperor lands a full-scale infantry push, under the cover of that artillery, they’ll overrun the cliffs in minutes."I stared at the map. Twelve hours wasn’t anywhere near enough to breed an army. It also wasn’t enough time to craft a weapon, not even a decent one."We hold the line," Da

The sphere of dark red blood-magic shot from Emperor Valerius’s hand with the speed of a cannonball.I didn’t try to block it with my Moon-steel sword, nope. I just threw myself, violently to the left, half a second before thinking about it.The magical blast slammed into the heavy stone wall where I had been standing, and it vaporized the marble instantly, leaving this smoking, ten-foot crater in the palace architecture, like someone just punched through reality.“You are quick, little bird,” Valerius rumbled, stepping slow down the corridor. Dark tendrils of magic writhing around his massive obsidian bone-armor, like living snakes, and yes it looked uncomfortable. “But you are trapped in a cage.”He was right. I was backed up against the heavy oak doors of the Royal Nursery. I couldn’t run , and I couldn’t win a contest of pure brute strength against an immortal god.Still… I was the auditor of the Moonfall Archives. I knew this palace better than anyone who was breathing.My violet

[Six Months Later - The Capital]The Capital City didn’t just recover; it kind of… evolved, like it was never going to go back to before.From the ashes of the Iron Fleet’s bombardment, a new era had risen. The jagged ruined cliffs of the Western Harbor, are now… lined with sleek modern infrastructure, all smooth and too clean, if you ask me.The unified packs—rogues Riverland farmers, and Black Summit warriors—had pooled their labor, and their resources, together somehow. Under Dante’s absolute rule, the werewolf continent was in the middle of an unprecedented industrial revolution, the whole place humming like a machine with a heartbeat.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the newly constructed Royal Tower, staring out over the thriving metropolis. Below, transport trucks moved vast shipments of freshly mined Moon-steel, and far off you could hear the steady hum of modern generators, powering everything like it was always meant to be that way.The heavy mahogany doors o