All Chapters of The Alpha's Silent Divorce: Reclaimed by the Enemy: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Morning light slipped through the heavy curtains like a cold blade. When I finally woke up, my skin still carried the memory of the night before. But the space beside me was empty.Killian was gone.For a moment, it felt like rejection, but then I noticed his tunic, neatly folded on a chair. That told a different story. He hadn’t left because he didn’t care. He had left because he had to.He was still the Alpha.Even after everything that had happened, he knew what people would say if he was found in her bed. A King couldn’t afford that kind of weakness, not when his Commander had just confessed her feelings to him.The room felt too quiet.I got dressed slowly, my hands unsteady. His words kept repeating in my mind.I love you.I thought of Leo Kael in his nursery. What happened last night had changed everything. I wasn’t just a guest anymore. I had stepped into something deeper, and far more dangerous.The Great Hall was already alive with noise.Plates clattered. Voices rose and

Winning in the training pit earned me respect from the younger warriors, but from the elders, it only brought suspicion. I could feel their eyes on me whenever I walked through the halls, like they were waiting for me to slip.Tanya didn’t confront me anymore. She didn’t glare or argue. Instead, she became quiet, too quiet. She moved through the fortress like a shadow, calm and controlled, but slowly turning things against me. She understood something important: if she attacked me directly, Killian would stand by my side.So she aimed for something deeper.The secret.That afternoon, I stayed in the nursery, still sore from training. My body ached, but the room felt safe. It smelled of lavender and the soft, familiar scent of Leo Kael.Rachel was folding his clothes, humming softly.“He’s been restless today,” she said quietly, glancing toward the cradle.Leo wasn’t crying. He was standing, holding onto the wooden rails, staring up at a small moth near the ceiling.Then I felt it.A f

The war horns woke me, not the sun.Their low, heavy sound rolled through the nursery, shaking the walls and settling deep in my bones.I shot upright, my heart pounding. Beside me, the bed shifted. Killian was already moving, throwing off the covers, his face set in hard focus. He looked like the Butcher again.“Killian?” I called, reaching for him.“Stay here,” he said, already pulling on his breeches and fastening his sword belt. “The southern watch signaled a breach. Silas is moving again.”Before I could respond, the door burst open.Tanya stood there in full armor, her helmet tucked under her arm. Her eyes swept the room, landing on Killian, then the bed. She didn’t react. No shock. No anger. Just a cold, sharp look that made my stomach tighten.“Alpha,” she said, calm and precise. “Scouts report heavy movement at the Weeping Falls. If we don’t intercept now, they’ll take the high ground by sunrise. The vanguard is ready.”“Go,” Killian said, grabbing his tunic. “I’m right beh

Killian entered the pack grounds close to midnight. The courtyard was a mess of confused soldiers and stabled horses, the air thick with the scent of spent adrenaline and confusion. He didn’t stop to give a debriefing.He didn’t stop to speak to the Elders who were waiting in the Great Hall for news of the "invasion." He moved like a shadow through the corridors, his face a mask of cold, jagged fury.Tanya had taken him on a goose chase. She had used his duty as a leash, and the realization was a bitter, metallic taste in his mouth.He went straight to his chambers to wash the scent of the mountain and the "torture" of Tanya's confession from his skin. The cold water did nothing to soothe the fire in his chest, but it steadied his hands. Minutes later, he pushed open the door to my room.I was sitting at the vanity, my back to the door, slowly combing my hair. The sound of the brush was the only thing keeping my own nerves steady. When the door clicked, I turned toward him and offere

Something in the Midnight Moon had changed.The air no longer carried the clean scent of mountain snow. Instead, it felt heavy, like a storm waiting to break. Killian’s public rebuke of Tanya had split the fortress into quiet sides. On one side stood the Alpha and the woman he had claimed. On the other stood the growing group of traditionalists who believed the old ways were being threatened.Tanya didn’t hide after what happened in the Great Hall.She didn’t lock herself away or show weakness.Instead, she moved through the fortress with a calm that was almost unsettling. She spent long hours in the lower barracks and in the old halls where the elders gathered. She no longer acted like the loud, commanding leader everyone knew. Now she spoke softly, carefully, like someone planting seeds.Seeds that would grow later.One afternoon I stood in the gallery above the training grounds and watched her from a distance. She sat beside Harek near the far wall. They weren’t arguing. They were