Semua Bab The Alpha's Silent Divorce: Reclaimed by the Enemy: Bab 21 - Bab 30

The smell of death was fading.In its place was the sharp scent of blue medicine.I stood beside Killian’s bed in his private chamber. He lay bare from the waist up, his chest rising unevenly with each breath. Gray dust from the collapsed cavern was still stuck in the deep cuts across his ribs. Whenever I cleaned one of the wounds with a wet cloth, his muscles tightened sharply.“You should be resting,” a familiar voice said from the doorway.I didn’t turn. I knew those heavy footsteps.Tanya stepped into the room. Her leather armor was torn and stained with dried blood. She looked tired, but her amber eyes still burned with loyalty, and something else that had not disappeared.Jealousy.“The healers are busy,” I said calmly, dipping the cloth back into warm water. “I opened the vault. I know how the medicine works.”Tanya moved to the other side of the bed. She looked down at Killian. Her expression softened in a way that almost hurt to see. She slowly lifted her hand toward his for

The Great Hall felt colder than the mountain cave.The center of the room had been cleared, leaving a wide circle of bare stone. The Executioner stood at the edge, his large silver-tipped axe resting against his boot. He did not look human. He looked like judgment itself.The High Council sat above us on their raised platform, white robes flowing in the torchlight.“Prepare the circle,” the oldest Council member ordered.A priestess wearing a gray veil stepped forward. She carried a bowl filled with salt and crushed wolfsbane. Slowly, carefully, she poured the mixture onto the floor, forming a wide ring.The smell was bitter and sharp.It made my stomach twist.Killian released my hand. His fingers stayed on mine for just a moment longer before he stepped back to stand with his pack. Across the circle, Silas stood tall and proud, his golden eyes burning with confidence.“Elara. Step into the center,” the Executioner said in a flat voice.I walked forward. My boots crunched over the sa

I stared at the heavy oak door where Killian had just left. He was probably in the war room now, standing over a map, moving stone pieces and planning his next move. To him, my child and I were part of his gameplan.Silas saw something different. To him, the baby was a danger to his power.Neither of them saw the truth.Inside me was a small life that only wanted to survive.Fear tightened in my chest.If the High Council discovered what this child could do, if they learned he could take away an Alpha’s power, they would burn the Midnight Moon fortress without hesitation. They would destroy everything just to reach my child.The Executioner’s axe would not hesitate next time.My eyes moved to the cup of willow-bark tea beside the bed. The liquid was cold now.Like my choices.I could not tell Killian.He was still a selfish Alpha. Power came first for him. If he discovered that my child could take power away from him… would he still protect us?Or would he destroy the threat before i

The High Council chamber smelled of old incense and cold stone.I could sense heavy judgement.But as I sat in the corner of the Great Hall, guarded by Tanya and watched by suspicious eyes, my thoughts were far away. I kept remembering what the healer had whispered to me before sunrise.A Void Sovereign was not supposed to exist.It was something that happened only when the laws of nature broke.According to the old scrolls, three impossible things had to happen at the same time.First, a true bond had to be violently broken while the woman carried a powerful child.Second, the mother had to face death so closely that her body searched for a new source of life.Third, that life had to be touched by the ancient magic of a Sovereign Well.When all three things happened together, something rare was created.A Void.A normal Alpha pushed power outward. His aura controlled others.But a Void did the opposite.A Void pulled power inward.He drained strength from every wolf around him.To po

The High Sanctuary wasn’t a prison, but it felt like one.It was a round room at the top of the fortress, with walls of crystal and white stone. From here, I could see the whole valley, the fires of Silas’s Silver Crest camp to the west and the dark walls of Killian’s Midnight Moon to the east. I was trapped in the middle, like a bird in a glass cage, waiting to see if I was a queen or a curse.Two Council guards stood outside the door, their faces hidden by silver masks. They didn’t speak or move. They were mortal reminders that I was no longer under an Alpha’s protection. I was property of the Law.I sat on the white silk cushions, my hand on my stomach. The baby was quiet now, satisfied after taking power from the Executioner. But a cold chill remained deep inside me, one no fire could warm.“You look like a saint in this light, Elara. Too bad it’s all a lie.”I didn’t turn. I knew the voice. Silas was on the balcony, having sneaked past the guards using a Silver Crest shadow-step,