All Chapters of THE ALPHA CHOOSE THE WRONG SISTER : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The council hall felt colder than the stone should have allowed, morning light doing nothing to soften the tension pressing down on every gathered face. Elder Thomas sat at the head of the assembly, flanked by senior pack members, while Beatrice stood composed and pale beside her father, Aria and Damon positioned opposite them like two sides of a war about to be declared. "Lady Beatrice," Damon said, voice flat and merciless, "you'll answer for last night. An assassin sent from your household attempted to murder my mate in the Alpha wing itself." "Alpha—" Beatrice's voice cracked, sudden and startling, tears welling instantly in her eyes. "I didn't send him." "Convenient," Damon said. "It's the truth." Her voice shook, delicate and devastated, and Aria felt her instincts prickle with immediate, cold suspicion. "I discovered him hours before the attack — planning something against your mate out of pure hatred for what she is. I was terrified. I ran for the southern gate to gather r

Damon’s POV The palace was too quiet,not the kind of quiet that brought peace, but the kind that pressed against the walls and made every sound sharper, heavier, My boots echoed on the stone floors as I walked down to my mother's chamber, and I could feel the weight of eyes on me ,servants bowing quickly, warriors stiffening at their posts, whispers followed me like shadows. My father’s killer was locked away,His confession had been clear, his words venomous, but something about it gnawed at me, I can feel something is not right,I could not silence the voice inside me, tomorrow, I would mark Aria, tomorrow, she would stand beside me as Luna, and that's enough to steady my mind but my mind can't seems to accept Aria's as the culprit even though he admits to it himself, I found Mother seated by the fire, her hands folded tightly in her lap, The flames painted her face in shades of grief, She looked smaller somehow, as if the weight of loss had pressed her into the chair. "Damo

Aria's POV The clang of steel rang across the training grounds, sharp and rhythmic, like the heartbeat of war, wolves shifted mid‑strike, claws flashing, blades clashing against shields,dust rose from the packed earth, carrying the scent of sweat and iron. I stepped into the grounds, my presence halting the rhythm, warriors froze, blades suspended, eyes snapping to me. Some bowed their heads, others hesitated, doubt flickering in their gaze, my wolf bristled at the hesitation, demanding respect. "Continue," I ordered, my voice cutting through the silence. The clash resumed, but slower,I know they feel uncomfortable with me here, I walked among them, watching every movement, every falter, They were strong, but strength without discipline was weakness. One young warrior swung too wide, his blade slipping from his grip, I caught it mid‑fall, spun it in my hand, and pressed it back to his chest. "Hold it like your life depends on it," I said coldly "Because it does." His eyes

Damon's POV The tunnels of Paris were too quiet, My boots struck the stone floor, each step echoing against walls slick with blood, Torches flickered weakly, their flames struggling against the damp air, my wolf paced inside me, restless, snarling at shadows that seemed to breathe. We had survived the ambush, but survival was not victory, my men limped behind me, blades dripping, eyes hollow, Rylan walked at my side, his jaw tight, his gaze scanning every corner. Then it hit a sharp, tearing pain across my chest. I staggered, clutching at my chest,Aria. Her presence flared inside me, wild and erratic, She's alive, but something was wrong, the pain was not hers it was mine. "Alpha?" Rylan’s voice was sharp, worried, He caught my arm, steadying me,"You’re hurt." "I’m fine," I growled, forcing myself upright, My wolf snarled, demanding I keep moving, "We move, The King isn’t finished." We hadn’t taken ten steps before the air shifted, A hiss slithered through the tunnel, l

Aria's POV The training grounds had barely settled after Lilith’s banishment when the messenger arrived, His clothes were torn from travel, his face pale, and his hands shook as he clutched a sealed letter,He dropped to his knees before me, his voice breaking. “Luna… this came from Paris, It is urgent.” My chest tightened, I snatched the letter, breaking the seal with trembling fingers, the words blurred as I read them, but the meaning was clear enough, Damon has been captured, by the Vampire King The world tilted, my wolf roared inside me, grief and fury colliding, maya’s hand gripped mine, “No… Damon can’t" “He's alive ” I said sharply, stopping her from panicking" I feel him, the bond still holds, but he is in chains.” The warriors around us froze, shock rippling through the circle, fear flickered in their eyes, without Damon, they were leaderless, without Damon, they doubted. I folded the letter, my hands steady now,“Call the council,” I ordered, “They will hear this