All Chapters of The Alpha's Forgotten Bloodline : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The Silver Moon Festival was supposed to be the pinnacle of Ariyah’s life. Instead, it became the altar where she was sacrificed.The air in the Nightfang Valley was thick with the scent of pine, roasted meat, and the electric charge of a thousand shifting wolves. High above, the moon hung like a heavy, expectant eye, bloated and silver. For Ariyah, the moonlight didn't feel like a blessing; it felt like a spotlight on a condemned woman.She stood at the edge of the Great Stone, her fingers trembling as she smoothed the silk of her ceremonial white gown. Beside her, Alpha Kael Nightfang stood like a statue carved from obsidian. He was magnificent—all sharp jawlines, broad shoulders, and eyes the color of a winter storm. He was the man she had loved since they were children, the one the Moon Goddess herself had knitted to her soul.He’s tense, her wolf, Lyra, whispered anxiously. The bond... it’s cold, Ariyah.Ariyah reached out, her fingers grazing Kael’s forearm. His skin was burning

The physical pain of the rejection was a living thing. It crawled beneath Ariyah’s fur, gnawing at her joints and clouding her vision. In the wolf world, a rejected mate didn't just lose a lover; they lost their tether to the world. Without the bond, many went mad. Many simply laid down and let the forest reclaim them.But Ariyah had a second heartbeat thrumming against her own—a tiny, flickering spark of life that acted as a compass.She ran until her paws bled, crossing the rushing rapids of the Silver-Vein River. Water was the great eraser; it washed away her scent, shielding her from any trackers Kael might send in a fit of belated guilt. By the time the sun began to bleed over the horizon, painting the sky in bruised purples and oranges, she was deep within the "Grey Zone"—a no-man’s-land between the Great Packs.Exhaustion finally claimed her. She collapsed in the hollow of an uprooted cedar tree, her shift breaking as she reverted to her human form. She lay naked and shivering

The transition into the rogue sanctuary of The Hollow was not a welcoming embrace, but a cold, transactional acceptance.Nestled in a limestone cavern beneath the roots of a dying mountain, The Hollow was a city of whispers. Here, the air was thick with the scent of damp stone, medicinal herbs, and the heavy musk of unwashed fur. There were no banners of loyalty here; the only law was survival, and the only currency was usefulness.Ariyah arrived at the gates—a narrow cleft in the rock guarded by two scarred, grizzled sentries—clutching her side. Her shoulder was a mess of shredded meat and dried blood from the bear attack, and her fever had reached a hallucinogenic peak."Name?" one of the guards grunted, blocking her path with a rusted iron pike."Ariyah," she whispered, her voice like sandpaper."Pack?"She hesitated. To say Nightfang was to invite a ransom or a knife to the throat. "None. I’m a ghost."The guard looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on the ragged silk of her

Five years in The Hollow had turned Ariyah’s heart into flint. She was no longer the girl in the white silk dress; she was a woman of bone and shadow. Her hands were calloused from scraping hides, and her ears were tuned to the rhythmic dripping of the cave walls.But her world revolved around the boy with the violet eyes.Aeron was not like the other children in the rogue sanctuary. While the others played with wooden swords or chased cave-rats, Aeron sat in silence, watching the shadows move. He was too still, too observant. And he was growing too fast."Mama, the mountain is thirsty," Aeron said one morning. He was sitting on a lichen-covered rock, his small legs dangling over a precipice.Ariyah paused her work, her heart skipping. "What did you say, Aeron?""The stone," he pointed to the cavern wall. "It’s crying for the rain outside. I can feel it humming."Ariyah knelt beside him, pulling his rough tunic down to ensure his shoulder was covered. The crescent moon birthmark was n

The cave was a cathedral of ice, translucent and shimmering under the refracted light of the setting moon. Inside, the silence was so heavy it felt physical.Kael remained on his knees, his forehead practically touching the frozen ground. The Alpha who had commanded legions, who had stared down the High Council without blinking, was now reduced to a man trembling before a five-year-old child.Aeron’s hand was still on Kael’s cheek. The boy didn't pull away. Unlike his mother, whose aura was a jagged wall of ice and thorns, the child’s presence felt like a warm summer night—expansive, deep, and terrifyingly perceptive."Your heart is very loud," Aeron whispered. "It sounds like a drum in a storm."Kael choked back a ragged breath, finally opening his eyes. Up close, the boy’s eyes weren't just violet; they were a shifting kaleidoscope of celestial colors. "I... I have been looking for you for a very long time," Kael managed to say, his voice a ghost of its usual command."You weren't l