บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha Who Killed My Family Is My Mate: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

I had just finished checking the eastern ridge patrols when movement at the tree line caught my eye. Something didn’t belong. The shadows shifted too deliberately, too smoothly, as if gliding across the terrain rather than walking. My pulse spiked instantly. Kael had warned me about Magnus probing the territory. Every instinct screamed at me that this wasn’t a false alarm. My hands flexed at my sides, and I felt the weight of the air around me, heavy with anticipation. I whispered Kael’s name before I could stop myself. “Kael,” my voice was tight. He appeared beside me in a heartbeat, as if he had felt the disturbance before I even spoke. His presence wasn’t comforting—it was a weapon in itself, a force that demanded focus. “Step back,” he said quietly, scanning the shadows with a predator’s precision. His hands moved along the hilt of his weapon without hesitation, every muscle coiled, ready to strike. The figure emerged from the darkness—a lone intruder, moving with measured, s

The chains at my wrists were cold, biting into my skin. I had been blindfolded for what felt like hours, my mind racing, heart hammering, every sense straining against the enforced darkness. The air smelled metallic, a sharp tang of blood and oil, with the faint undercurrent of Magnus’ presence that seemed to saturate everything. I could feel him before I heard him, a predator moving through his territory with a precision that made my stomach twist. “Remove the blindfold,” Magnus’ voice said, calm, controlled, but carrying a weight that forced compliance. I hesitated, heart racing. My throat felt dry, my palms slick with sweat despite the chill. Slowly, I lifted the fabric from my eyes, and the dim light of the chamber hit me. The walls were rough stone, damp, and shadows were crawling over every corner. I could see the chains securing me to a post, thick and unyielding. My boots scraped the floor as I adjusted my stance, testing the strength of my bindings. Magnus stood across fro

Kael’s POV The first thing I noticed was how quiet it was. Not the kind of quiet that comes with night settling over a territory that feels safe. This was controlled silence, deliberate and watchful, as if the stronghold itself was listening for anything that did not belong. Even the wind seemed to hesitate before crossing the walls. I stayed low at the edge of the ridge, my gaze fixed on the structure below. From a distance, it looked like nothing more than stone and shadow, but the longer I watched, the more it revealed itself. Patrols moved in overlapping patterns. Torches were placed not for light, but for contrast. Every flicker created movement where there should be none, designed to expose anyone trying to slip through unseen. Magnus had built this place with patience. That made him dangerous. It also made him predictable. Rylan shifted beside me, careful not to disturb the loose gravel under his boots. “They’re tighter than usual,” he murmured. “Not reacting. Just read

Keal’s POV The moment we stepped fully into the corridor, I understood we had already gone too far. Nothing about the space felt accidental. The width held steady in a way real structures never did, the walls running clean and unbroken for longer than they should have, the ground beneath us leveled with an intention that had nothing to do with comfort and everything to do with control. Magnus had not built a stronghold. He had built a system, and we had just walked into the part of it designed to decide outcomes. The wolves ahead did not charge. They took position. That was enough. Rylan saw it at the same time I did. I didn’t need to look at him to know his mind had already moved past the obvious and into what this meant. We were not being intercepted. We were being received. Lyra’s presence at my side sharpened everything instead of dividing my focus. She did not hesitate, did not fall back, did not wait for direction that would come too late if she relied on it. She was

The chamber forced control on us the moment we stepped into it, not because it threatened us directly, but because it offered nothing we could use. Kael slowed without speaking, and the pack followed his instinct as if the decision had been given out loud. Rylan held close to his right, reading the space with the same sharp attention. Donovan supported Faolan’s weight as she leaned harder into him, her strength still there but no longer enough to carry her fully. Lilith stayed near Lyra, her focus shifting constantly, measuring distance, timing, and the lack of cover that made every movement feel exposed. Lyra did not look anywhere else. Her attention was fixed on the man waiting ahead. Magnus stood at the far end of the chamber, positioned where the curved walls naturally drew the eye, his presence steady and grounded, making it clear he had chosen that spot for a reason. He did not adjust when they entered. He did not shift his stance or prepare for an attack. He watched them ar