All Chapters of The Alpha's Silent Divorce: Reclaimed by the Enemy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The air inside Killian’s private chamber felt heavy.It did not smell like the cold stone of the North Tower. It smelled of cedarwood, old books, metal, and him. The walls were thicker here. The locks heavier. Even the silence felt fortified.I sat on the edge of his massive bed, my fingers sinking into the dark furs. Everything in this room had been built for strength. For control.For war.My hand drifted to my stomach. The baby’s presence felt steady beneath my palm. Alive. Real.Silas had tried to drag this child into the world with poison.He was no longer searching for a wife.He was hunting an heir.Far away, beneath the same moon, Silver Crest stood bright and cold.Silas paced his study, a torn piece of fabric clenched in his fist. It was from my old dress. Found near the border where I had vanished.He lifted it slowly to his face.He expected fear.Rain.Weakness.Instead, he smelled blood.And beneath it, something new.A faint, unfamiliar scent.Small.Growing.His wolf s

“The Council does not eat with traitors, Alpha.”Harkan’s voice was rough and hard. He did not look up from his food when I was led into the dining hall.The room was smaller than the Great Hall. One large fireplace burned against the far wall, throwing long shadows across the stone. The smell of roasted meat and strong herbs usually meant joy or victory.Tonight, it felt heavy.Killian walked in without hesitation. He pulled out the thick wooden chair at the head of the table and sat down. The room seemed to shift around him. With a small movement of his head, he pointed to the empty seat beside him.“Sit, Elara.”Every wolf in the room stared as I sat down. I felt the weight of their eyes on my skin. My stomach turned. It was not only the pregnancy. It was the anger in the room. The hatred.Tanya sat across from me. She was not eating. Instead, she slowly sharpened a small silver knife. The steady scrape of metal against stone echoed through the quiet hall.“We received news from t

“Move away from her, Killian.”Silas’s voice was more than a sound; it was a heavy vibration that shook the ground. It was the command of an Alpha that made the very dirt obey.He stood at the edge of the woods, his silver armor catching the weak, gray light. His golden eyes were locked onto my stomach, watching the small bump beneath my heavy cloak.Killian didn't budge. He stood like a wall made of dark steel and scarred muscle. The heat coming off his body was the only thing stopping me from shivering in the face of Silas’s cold, sharp anger.“You’re a long way from your mansion, Silas,” Killian said, his voice rough. He moved his feet, making the dry, dead leaves crunch. “I don’t remember inviting you into these woods.”“She is my mate,” Silas snarled, taking a step forward. The air around him felt electric, like a storm was about to break. “The child she is carrying has the blood of Silver Crest. You are hiding a thief. Give her back to me now, and I might let your home stand.”I

The silence of the vault was worse than the screaming of the woods.It was a heavy, suffocating kind of quiet. I sat on the stone floor, my back against the iron door. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. I held my breath, listening. There it was again, the sound of claws scraping against dry rock.‘Scritch. Scritch. Scritch.’It wasn't coming from outside. It was coming from the deep shadows at the back of the room, where the supplies were stacked.“Who’s there?” I whispered. My voice was small, shaking like a leaf.I reached into the pocket of my cloak and found a small flint striker Killian had given me during training. With trembling hands, I struck it. A tiny spark flew, then another, until the wick of a nearby wall torch caught fire.The light pushed back the darkness, but it didn't bring comfort.The vault was filled with crates of weapons and jars of medicine, just like Harkan said. But the back wall was different. The stone had been torn open, revealing a na

The liquid did not taste like water.It tasted like lightning.The second it touched my tongue, heat rushed through my body. It started at my mouth and shot down into my chest. It felt like fire moving through my veins. I tried to scream, but no sound came out.My lungs felt full of light instead of air. The cave around me blurred and broke apart into white brightness.I dropped to my knees beside the silver pool.My fingers dug into the stone. My skin felt too tight, like something powerful was trying to tear its way out of me.Elara.The voice was not the boy’s.It was my child.For the first time, I felt it clearly; not just the weight inside me, but it's presence. Our connection felt strong and alive. I could feel his heartbeat. It was steady. Calm. It was pulling in the silver power without fear.It wasn’t hurting.It was absorbing it.“It burns,” I whispered, pressing my forehead to the cold ground. “It’s too much.”“It is power,” the boy’s voice echoed through the white light.