Alle Kapitel von Alpha Orion: Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

Rey led Beau through the back door of the cabin, the night air slamming into them with a cold that sent a shiver crawling down her spine.The moon hung full and heavy in the sky, its silvery glow spilling across the endless blanket of snow. Every step crunched loud in her ears, too loud, as though the silence itself might betray them.Her eyes darted everywhere, scanning the tree line, the dark edges of the clearing, and the shadows between snow-laden branches. There were no Lycans in sight, no movements, nothing but the cold hush of winter."Come on," she whispered, tugging Beau along. His small hand clutched hers tightly as they bolted toward the shelter of the woods.***Back at the feast, Orion couldn't focus. The laughter, the tearing of meat, the wine—it all blurred into a dull roar. It was as though her absence had split a hole in his mind, tugging at him with every passing moment.He groaned low in his chest, pouring another glass of wine and downing it in one swallow. He had

Rey's lungs burnt as she tore through the woods, branches clawing at her arms and snow crunching beneath her boots. Her chest heaved, her throat was raw, but she didn't stop until she spotted a small figure huddled by the cliff's edge. "Beau!" Her voice cracked with relief as she stumbled forward. He stood at the mouth of a cave, the roots of a massive oak twisting down over its entrance like a skeletal hand. His face was streaked with tears, but when his eyes met hers, they lit with something fierce and unbreakable. "Rey!" "I thought... I thought I'd never see you again," he sobbed, rushing into her arms. Rey dropped to her knees, cupping his face, drying his tears with trembling thumbs. "Didn't I tell you?" She whispered, her voice low but sure. "I'd come find you." He nodded quickly, clutching her as though he would never let go. She forced herself to glance past him, scanning the cliff. There was nothing beyond that, just swirling mist and jagged rocks that dropped endlessly

Ever since their convoy rolled into the human capital, Lyra had been glued to the window, her wide eyes reflecting the neon lights as though she'd stumbled into a dream. Orion couldn't help the smile that touched his lips from watching her; somehow the joy on her face was almost worth the risk of bringing her with him amidst a brewing war. The cars pulled to a halt before the grand hotel, and Lyra was out of her seat in an instant, hands on the door handle. Orion chuckled under his breath, stepping out first before circling around to take her small hand in his. Behind them, two guards moved to collect their bags while the rest shadowed closely into the lobby of the hotel. Inside, there were humans milling about in fancy clothes soaked in unnatural and synthetic scents that made his nose wrinkle, but somehow Lyra didn't mind the smells at all; if anything, she was fascinated by them. She spun slowly, taking in the glittering chandeliers overhead, the marble floors polished to mirror

The amusement park was alive with sounds and colours, music spilling from speakers, children shrieking with laughter, and the metallic screech of rides twisting against the sky.The air was thick with the scent of buttered popcorn, caramel, and frying oil, all of it heavy and cloying to Orion's sharpened senses. He could hear everything: the distant click of cameras, the hum of generators, and the thousands of overlapping heartbeats, and it made his temples throb.But then Lyra's laughter rang out, bright and unfiltered, and for that sound alone, he endured it.She tugged on his hand, practically dragging him toward the first ride she saw, a swirl of lights and spinning seats that smelt of grease and metal. "Come on, Ry!" she beamed, eyes gleaming.Orion gave a long-suffering sigh, though his lips twitched upward. "You don't even know what that ride does.""Doesn't matter!" She chirped, already fishing for money to buy their tickets.He didn't have the heart to say no. And within minu

The Corholt Research Facility loomed ahead, its glass facade and pristine floors a lie that tried to hide the horrors that had taken place within its walls. From the outside it was almost empty, no bustle, no hurried footsteps, yet the stench that reached him through the glass was unmistakable: not just human blood, but the metallic, sickening tang of Lycan blood.He tore through the glass doors in a rampant rage, leaving the rest of the guards to comb through the rest of the facility for any witnesses.He stopped in front of titanium doors, the electrical keypad on the side blinking impassively. He didn't waste a second before he smashed into the panel.The door unlocked with a mechanical hiss, cold steam seeping through the crack of the door. Slowly, with tentative steps, he reached for the door and yanked it back open fully.A transparent plastic curtain hung before him, but he stepped through, slipping past the partition and stepping into the space.He froze at the sight before hi