Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha's Silent Divorce: Reclaimed by the Enemy: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

“Sign it, Elara. Stop wasting my time.”I knew it was coming. I just didn’t think it would still hurt this much. I stared at the mahogany desk, my vision blurry as the bold words on the paper seemed to laugh at me. DIVORCE DECREE Silas didn't even look at me. He stood by the tall window, his broad shoulders blocking the sunlight. He looked powerful and untouchable. For three years, I had been his "Shadow Luna." No ceremony. No pack bond. Just a legal document signed in the dark of night to settle a debt my father owed his.“Three years, Silas,” I whispered. My voice felt small. I gripped my oversized sweater tightly, my knuckles turning white. “Three years of staying out of sight. Three years of cooking your meals and waiting for you in a bed that never felt like mine. Is it really over just like that?”He finally turned around. The air felt heavy. His Alpha aura flared, a suffocating weight that made my lungs ache. “It was a contract, Elara. You were a payment for a debt. The debt

The scent of raw cedar and cold stone was the first thing that woke me. I lay still under the heavy furs, my eyes tracing the dark wood beams of the ceiling. For a split second, I expected to hear the sharp, demanding voice of Silas’s head maid telling me I was late to start the breakfast. But the air here was different. It was thick with the smell of wet earth and ancient power.I sat up, a wave of nausea hitting me so hard I had to grip the edge of the bed. I was three weeks pregnant, unranked, and currently a guest in the house of a man who could kill me with a flick of his wrist. I placed a hand on my stomach. I have to be strong, I told myself. For the baby.I found a simple black dress laid out on a chair near the fire. It was made of thick, high-quality wool that felt like armor compared to the thin rags I had worn at Silver Crest. When I pulled it on, it hugged my curves in a way that felt both empowering and exposed. I walked to the door, my heart hammering a fast-paced rhyth

The iron gates of the Midnight Moon fortress groaned as they swung open, revealing a world of tension and bared teeth. I stood ten paces behind Killian, my fingers digging into the wool of my black dress. My heart was a frantic bird in my chest, and my pregnancy made me feel dizzy in the midday sun.Silas stood on the other side of the neutral zone, flanked by six of his elite Silver Crest warriors. He looked powerful, his Alpha aura radiating off him in waves that made the grass at his feet wither. But his face was different.There were dark circles under his eyes, and he looked like a man who hadn't slept since the rain began. When his eyes landed on me, I saw a flash of something I never expected: pure, raw desperation.Killian didn't move. He stood with his arms crossed, a smirk playing on his scarred lips. The physical tension between the two men was a living thing, vibrating in the air like a coming storm. "You’re a long way from home, Silas. I don't remember inviting the Silver

The room looked like a palace, but it felt like a cage.Cold stone walls surrounded me, carved with faint silver runes that glowed softly. The fire burned in the hearth, yet I still felt cold. Beyond the narrow window, the cliffs of Midnight Moon dropped into deep, endless darkness.It was beautiful.It was dangerous.It was a prison.I sat on the edge of the bed with my hand resting on my stomach. The sharp pain in my abdomen had faded into a dull ache, but every time I moved, I remembered the blood that had stained my dress. I was safe from Silas.But now, I belonged to Killian.And to him, I was not a woman.I was a weapon.A sudden knock at the door made me flinch. Before I could answer, a young woman walked in carrying a heavy wooden tray. The smell of roasted meat and bitter herbs filled the room.She didn’t look like the elegant servants from Silver Crest. A long scar ran across her collarbone, and her eyes were hard and cold.She placed the tray on the stone table with a loud

The air inside the Great Hall felt heavy. It smelled like sweat, wet wool, cold iron, and the sharp scent of powerful wolves. I stood near the large oak doors, my hands damp against my dress. Killian walked in front of me, his dark cape moving behind him. He did not look back to check if I was following.He knew I had nowhere else to go.The moment we entered, all talking stopped.Thirty wolves sat around the long stone table. Every single one turned to stare at me. Their eyes: gold, amber, deep red, locked onto my face. I felt their judgment like claws against my skin. To them, I was not a guest.I was poison from Silver Crest.“You bring the stray to the war table, Killian?”The voice came from an old wolf with a white beard and a long scar running from his ear to his chin. His fingers tapped slowly against a map on the table. This was Elder Harkan: traditional, proud, and dangerous.Killian sat at the head of the table. He did not offer me a seat. I stood behind him again, like a s