Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mated to two alphas: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 15

The Crescent Moon packhouse stank of fear.Sterling stood at the head of the war table, his knuckles white, his face a mask of controlled fury. Three weeks since the Summit. Three weeks since his pack became a joke. Three weeks since she became a legend.The doors opened. Thorne dragged in the hunters—the ones who had survived the farmhouse. Their leader was shaking, his face still pale, his eyes still wild."Report," Sterling snarled.The hunter couldn't meet his eyes. "Alpha, she—the defect—she's not what we thought.""She's a defect. A half-breed. An Omega who scrubbed our floors.""No." The hunter's voice cracked. "She made us kneel. One word. One word, and we were in the dirt, choking on her power. Her eyes were silver. Her hands were lightning. She said—" He swallowed. "She said to tell you to keep her floors clean. She said she's coming to claim her pack."Sterling's face didn't change. His voice was soft. Deadly. "She said that?"The hunter nodded.Sterling moved faster than a

The Executioners hit the walls like a tidal wave of bone and shadow.Old Guard soldiers fought with everything they had. Swords clashed. Ice shattered. Fire roared. But the monsters kept coming. Wounds closed. Limbs reattached. They didn't stop. They couldn't die.I stood frozen on the battlements, watching my army fall.Move, I told myself. Move. Move. MOVE.Kael's voice cut through the chaos. "ELARA!"I looked at my hands. They were shaking. My chest was tight. The fear was a physical weight, pressing down on my lungs.Move.I dropped my hands.Silver light exploded from my palms. Not a shockwave. Not a whip. A beam—pure, concentrated and hungry. It hit the first Executioner square in the chest. The monster froze. Its black armor cracked. Its hollow eyes widened.Then it turned to ash.Silence. One heartbeat. Two.Then the Old Guard roared.I didn't stop. I couldn't. Another Executioner lunged at the wall. I blasted it. Another. Another. Each blast was a lance of silver fire, cuttin

The tunnels were a wound in the earth.Dark. Tight. The walls pulsed with something that wasn't stone. Old magic. Wrong magic. Kael's shadows pressed close. Ryker's ice crackled at his fingertips. They moved like wolves in a cage.The Rogue King led the way, his rust-colored eyes gleaming in the dark. "Nervous, Bloodhound? I thought you were supposed to be the continent's boogeyman."Kael's shadows flared. "Keep walking.""Or what? You'll burn me? Down here?" The King laughed. "We'd all cook."Ryker's voice was ice. "I can freeze you where you stand. You'd be dead before the heat reached us.""Test me, Ice King. See how fast your mate bleeds when the tunnel collapses."I stepped between them. My hand found Kael's chest. My eyes found Ryker's."Fight down here, we all die." My voice was quiet. "And Sterling wins."Kael's shadows receded. Ryker's ice retreated.The Rogue King grinned. "That's a Luna."We breached the foundations an hour later.I knew this place. The sub-basement. Cold s