Alle Kapitel von The Alpha's Silent Divorce: Reclaimed by the Enemy: Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

The journey from the Root to the high tower happened so quickly that it felt like a dream.After the birth, the cave had started to close. Crystals grew across the entrance like ice, sealing the chamber little by little. The mountain was healing itself.Killian did not waste a single second.He lifted me into his arms and carried me through a narrow tunnel hidden behind the crystal walls. It was a secret path known only to the Alphas of the Midnight Moon. The tunnel twisted deep through the heart of the mountain.Behind us, the High Council soldiers were still trying to break through the main entrance of the Root.They had no idea we were already gone.Killian moved quickly through the darkness. His breathing was heavy.By the time we reached the tower, the first light of sunrise was touching the mountain peaks.Then came the darkest part of the plan.When Killian left me, he signaled Gideon, one of his most trusted guards.Gideon stepped forward slowly and took Leo Kael from my arm

There was a reason the Executioner served on the High Council.It wasn’t only because he carried a silver axe.It was because he was wise and practical.We had fooled the others easily, the grieving elders, the proud guards, even Silas. But we had not fooled him.A man who spends his life hunting secrets learns when something is wrong. He knows when a shadow looks empty.The steady thumping under the floor suddenly stopped.The silence that followed felt worse.Then a stone in the corner of the nursery shifted.It was a block I had always thought was part of the wall, solid and unmoving.But now it slid backward with a harsh grinding sound.A dark opening appeared.Slowly, the Executioner climbed out of the tunnel beneath the floor.He wore torn clothes. His skin looked pale and grey. Yet when he looked at Leo Kael, something dangerous still lived in his eyes.“The lie was beautiful, Alpha,” the Executioner said quietly.His voice sounded dry and tired.“The coffin. The smoke. The gr

The meeting with the High Council ended without any clear answer.When the Councilors finally left the fortress, their horses’ hooves echoed loudly across the wet stone of the courtyard. The sound faded slowly into the night.After they were gone, the Great Hall felt empty.Cold.Like a tomb.Killian didn’t wait long. As soon as the gates closed behind the Council’s riders, he turned toward the staircase that led to the upper tower.His face looked tired, and the weight of the day showed in his eyes.But he stopped suddenly.Tanya was already standing on the stairs.She blocked the path to the upper wing.“You killed him.”Her voice was quiet.Flat.But the words hit harder than a shout.Killian stopped three steps below her.“Tanya,” Killian said slowly.“Move.”His voice was low and rough.But Tanya didn’t move.“I smelled it,” she said.Her voice was sharp now.“In the nursery. On the stone floor.”She leaned forward slightly, her eyes burning with anger.“The scent of the Law was

The days that followed were quiet.Not peaceful, quiet. Heavy quiet.The kind that settles over a place after something terrible has happened.People in the Midnight Moon fortress spoke in low voices. Warriors avoided each other’s eyes. Even the servants moved more slowly, as if the walls themselves were listening.The memory of the execution had not faded.The smell of blood still seemed to cling to the stone courtyard. No matter how much snow fell, the dark stain beneath it never truly disappeared.It was as if the fortress itself remembered.Killian knew something inside him had changed.He walked through the halls like a man who did not fully belong in his own body. His movements were controlled, but his eyes were distant.Even he could feel it.The line between strategy and emotion had begun to blur.This had never been part of the plan.Elara was supposed to be a tool. A way to hurt Silas. A calculated move in a long game of revenge.But somewhere along the way, things had chang

The training hall was filled with stone walls and torchlight.It was the place where warriors were shaped.Tonight, it felt like a strange place.My body was already tired from everything that had happened over the past few days, but Killian didn’t slow down. He didn’t show any sign of stopping.He wasn’t holding back.He didn’t even use a training sword.He used his hands.“Again,” he said.I tightened my grip on the wooden blade and rushed forward, aiming for his side.He moved easily.Too easily.Before I could react, his hand caught my wrist.His grip was firm, unbreakable. He twisted sharply, and pain shot up my arm.The next second, I was on the ground.My shoulder hit the stone hard, and the impact knocked the air out of my lungs. For a moment, everything around me blurred.“You’re still thinking like a victim,” Killian said.He stood over me, his expression cold.“Silas didn’t leave you because of your rank.He left you because you allowed him to see you as weak.”His words cu