บททั้งหมดของ THE ALPHA CHOOSE THE WRONG SISTER : บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Valerie’s POV The night swallowed us as we fled the wolves’ territory. The fires of their victory still burned behind us, their howls echoing through the forest. Valerius leaned heavily against me, his body weakened, his pride shattered. His army was gone, his blade stained, his defeat undeniable. I held him steady, though my heart trembled. I still loved him — how could I not? He was my mate. But love had become a burden, twisted by his pride, poisoned by his cruelty. He had never cared for my voice, never listened to my pleas. He was king, and in his mind, that meant he was above all. Above me. Above love. But tonight, I had knelt before Aria. And she had spared him. We reached the edge of our lands, the castle looming in the distance. Valerius pulled away from me, his eyes burning with fury. “She humiliated me again,” he spat. “She should have killed me. She should have ended me. But she didn’t. She thinks sparing me makes her stronger.” I turned to him, my voice so

Aria’s POV The morning after the battle was heavy with silence. The pack house smelled of herbs and smoke, the wounded lay in rows, tended by witches and healers. Wolves moved quietly, their eyes shadowed by exhaustion. I walked among them, my steps steady, my voice calm. “You fought bravely. You survived. Rest now. We will rebuild.” They looked at me with respect, with trust. Their faith steadied me, even as my heart felt heavy. Damon moved among them too, giving orders, his voice sharp. But he didn’t look at me. Not once. Last night, he had slept in my room. Beside me, but distant. We were mates, bound by fate. Yet we had felt like strangers. By midday, the pack house was quieter. The wounded slept, the warriors guarded the borders, the witches prepared charms. I stood at the window, staring at the forest. The air was still, but my instincts stirred. Something was coming. The sound of footsteps broke the silence. Heavy, deliberate. The guards at the border growle

Aria’s POV The council chamber was still heavy with the warning Dravenna and Malvora had delivered. Their words echoed in my mind like a drumbeat: a war that will change everything. The air itself seemed to hold its breath, thick with tension and the weight of truths not yet spoken. But before I could prepare for that war, another truth demanded to be faced. I asked them to stay behind after the others left. Damon had stormed out, his anger simmering like fire under ice, but I needed answers. Dravenna’s eyes were sharp, her voice steady. “Luna, there is something you must know. Something about Lilith.” Malvora crossed his arms, his tone grave. “Her weakness, her return to the pack — it was staged. She was not broken. She planned it.” My chest tightened. “Explain.” Dravenna stepped closer, her presence commanding. “We traced the magic. The wounds she carried were illusions, crafted by her own hand. She wanted Damon’s sympathy. She wanted forgiveness. And she got it.” Ma

Aria’s POVThe training grounds still carried traces of the day. Footprints and claw marks had faded under the wind, but the smell of sweat, leather, and blood from sparring still lingered in the air. The glowing runes Dravenna’s coven carved into the ground shined softly beneath my feet. Most of the witches had returned to their circles to maintain the wards for the night. The warriors had gone back to rest after training. Valerius had left with his patrol at dusk, disappearing into the forest.I stayed behind because I liked the quiet, and because the small life growing inside me seemed calm in the silence.I had learned to pay attention to small things—the heartbeat of the pack in the dark, the steady hum of healthy wards, and the tiny movements beneath my ribs. I placed my hand on my stomach and felt the pup move gently inside me. That small movement grounded me more than anything else. In a world preparing for war, this pup felt like hope.I heard Damon’s footsteps coming from th

Aria’s POVThe morning started like any other—cold, clear, the outer wards humming underfoot—but the scouts’ return changed everything. The rider came in hard, dust streaking his face, and handed the report to Damon without waiting for a word.“North road,” he said. “Columns. Banners. They move fast.”That was all it took. The courtyard snapped into motion.Lucian and his captains were already at the map table. Seraphina moved through the healer tents, checking supplies and calling names for shifts. Damon took the outer posts; I took the center. Orders were short and exact. There was no time for speeches.“Lucian, eastern ridge,” I said. “Hold the pass. Seraphina, set the forward medic at the old watchtower. Malvora, double the ward lines on the south approach. Valerius, take two riders and push scouts to the river crossing. Everyone else—ready.”They moved like a single machine. Years of training and the urgency of what was coming made the pack efficient. Lucian’s riders saddled and