Alle Kapitel von Alpha Orion: Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

The infirmary's quiet didn't last long. Iver's heavy boots struck the floor in a rhythm that carried dread before him. Rey had barely pulled herself upright on the cot when his shadow fell across the doorway, with her back turned away behind the privacy curtains, she grabbed a scalpel off the tray Miller had left on the beside table after changing the bandages on her wrist. He ripped the curtains open, and she quickly turned to face him. His grin was sharp and cruel as she gripped the scalpel tightly in her hand before shoving it into the bandages wrapped around her wrist, but he was too focused on taunting her to notice. "Your punishment isn't over," he said, “I have so mych planned for you,” he continued, his voice dripping with mock amusement. Rey didn't flinch even as her body screamed with every movement, but she met his eyes with steel. "You're pathetic if you think dragging someone like me around makes you powerful." Iver chuckled before stepping forward. His hand shot out

Reylin had her side against the stone walls of the cell the General had left her to rot in, the wounds in her back blazing hot against her skin, but she licked her lips, trying to ignore the pains that leaked at her fingertips."Erik," she murmured into the silence that shrouded them in an effort to distract her mind from the pain."Why did you decide to go to the Outlands even when you knew it was dangerous?" she asked in a low breath.He sat in the shadows of his cell, shoulders slouched as if at ease, yet his eyes told a different story, sharp, restless, always watching."I didn't really have many friends," he responded after a long silence, his voice flat, almost too careful. "So when I came across some good people willing to risk the journey through the outskirts of the North, I followed."It sounded rehearsed, like words he'd said before over and over again until they sounded real. She searched his face for something more, but his expression was unreadable.She ached to pry furt

The dungeon reeked of rust and damp stone, but tonight it reeked of something far worse: emptiness. Orion's boots struck the floor like thunder as he descended into the underground chamber, his guards trailing in tense silence behind him. The torches flickered as if afraid of his presence, shadows bowing away from his towering frame. But when his gaze landed on the two cells, his blood went cold. Empty. Chains lay broken, twisted metal dangling uselessly against the stone wall. The bars bent wide open as though they'd been nothing but straw. A snarl ripped from Orion's throat, raw and violent, echoing off the dungeon walls with such force that the guards behind him flinched. "Find her." His voice was a growl that barely resembled words. "Now." Dozens of Lycans scattered at once, rushing down the dark corridors like smoke dispersing in the wind. Orion remained where he was, his chest heaving, the bond between him and Rey vibrating faintly in his veins, weak, but it was there. She

Erik led her through the crowded heart of Clan One, his hood drawn low, his shoulders squared like a shield against the world for her.The streets pressed in on Rey. It wasn't as cold as Crasmere, yet the wind still found her skin, raising goosebumps across her arms. Everywhere she looked, life pulsed with a distorted normalcy.Stalls piled with fruit, bolts of fabric, and carved trinkets glittering under oil lamps as they passed by the shopping district. The voices of Lycans rose above the din—rough laughter, snarls of barter, and the clink of gold coins.But it wasn't the market that made Rey's stomach twist.It was the humans she saw.Not free, never free.They shuffled beside their masters with collars biting into their throats, iron chains clinking with every step. Some bore bruises, some limped, but every one of them shared the same vacant, haunting eyes, as though their souls had been carved out of them long ago.A Lycan yanked at the leash of a collared human so hard the frail

Steam still clung to her skin when she stepped out of the bathroom, her damp hair plastering to her shoulders. The first thing she saw when she stepped into the room was Erik.His hands were frantic as he shoved supplies into a satchel with no sense of order, his breath sharp like a man cornered."What's going on?" she asked, stepping forward, and he shot her a brief look before turning his attention back to his task."We have to go," he rasped, not even looking at her again. His eyes were wide, almost wild, and when she made no move, he sighed, "Now, Rey. The Alpha is close; I saw Lycan guards a few yards away."Her stomach lurched. There was no hesitation in his tone, no room for argument. She knew better than to waste time with questions, so she hurried to his side, snatching up what little she owned.But suddenly her chest tightened. Heat slammed into her; it wasn't fever or fear, but something else. A pulse of rage, but she knew it wasn't hers. A storm so sharp and violent, teari