บททั้งหมดของ THE ALPHA'S SACRIFICIAL MATE: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The campfire crackled, throwing shadows against the old pines that marked the southern edge of the Silver-Grip. We were a days ride from the pack house but it felt like a thousand miles. The air was thick with the smell of earth and the leftover electricity of my own power.. It didn't make me feel safe.Ronan sat on a fallen log his frame hunched forward. He stared into the flames with an intensity that made his gold eyes seem to glow. He hadn't spoken since we left the Wither-Well. What Elara told him. That his father had stood by and watched innocent Atoners be "sacrificed" to save his reputation. Had really hurt him."You're falling apart Ronan " I said softly stepping into the circle of light. I sat beside him feeling the warmth of the fire on my face. My heart was still cold. "I can feel it through our bond. It's like a weight pulling at my chest.""How can I go back to the pack Lira?" his voice was low and rough. "I grew up thinking my father was the Alpha ever. I spent my life

The Silver-Grip border was a place with sharp rocks and a silence that was dry like bone.. For Dominic, the bad things that happened to his body were not as bad as the pain in his soul. His special robes were now. Dirty with mud from when he was humiliated. His hands were. Bleeding from digging through the hard rock of the Forbidden Crag.He did not look like an Elder anymore. He looked like a person who had forgotten to lie down.Dominic said the names "Ronan" and "Lira" with hate and they tasted bad like ash in his mouth. He thought that they believed they had won. He knew that a little light and some water would not end the hunger that had been there for a thousand years.He came to the entrance of a cave that smelled old and bad like copper and blood that had been there for a time. This was the Veil-Rip, a place where the world of the living and the dead met and every Alpha, the strongest was not allowed to go there.Dominic shouted into the darkness "I know you are there." His vo

Lira's POV Ronan moved with the sneaky movements of a wolf who had been hunting in these grounds since he was a little pup. He kept us hidden in the shadows of the big cypress trees. His golden eyes were looking at the stone walls of the house for guards.. The guards were not looking at the gardens. They were all looking inside toward the light of the fires that was shining off the colored glass windows of the room."They did not waste any time " Ronan said in an angry voice. "Marek must have sent a message the moment he thought the special medicine had worked. They think I am a body rotting in the woods."We got to the edge of the part of the house and we hid behind a big stone wall. From here we could see directly into the room. It was a sight that made the silver in my blood feel cold.The long tables were full of food. Nobody was eating. At the head of the room were Lord Valerius and Lady Selene wearing silver clothes. Between them was a chair. Ronans chair. Covered with a big bl

Lira’s POV:The Great Hall was a mess with shattered glass and spilled wine, but the rest of the Pack House had fallen into a frantic, purposeful silence. Outside, I could hear the rhythmic clatter of armor and the barking of orders as Beta Kael organized the perimeter watch. The High Families had been sequestered in the North Wing, stripped of their titles until a formal trial could be held.But inside Ronan’s private residence,the world had slowed down.The fire in the hearth roared, casting a warm, amber glow over the heavy oak furniture and the fur rugs. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands trembling as I stared at the violet stains tracing the silver veins in my palms. The contact with Dominic had left a mark—a reminder that the dark magic of the Witch was now part of my story.The door creaked open, and Ronan stepped in. He had just taken a bath and his skin now glowing in the firelight. He wore only loose training trousers, his chest bare and mapped with the scars of a hundr

Lira’s POV As Ronan and I approached the clearing where the restored Atoners had made their camp, the air hummed. It wasn't the sound of insects; it was the sound of silver blood singing in unison. The Hollowed didn't live in tents or stone huts. They had woven shelters out of the very vines I had healed, creating a living village that breathed with the forest. As we stepped into the light, twenty figures emerged from the shadows. Their skin was no longer translucent, but it remained pale, marked by swirling silver patterns that glowed when they moved. "The Key returns," a voice whispered. Elara stepped forward. She looked younger than she had at the Wither-Well, her amber eyes sharp and clear. She didn't bow to Ronan; she bowed to me. And as she did, every other Hollowed followed suit, dropping to one knee in a wave of silver movement. "We felt the bond click into place last night, Luna," Elara said, her voice echoing with a strange, melodic resonance. "The sky changed. The