Semua Bab His Cursed Bloodline: Bab 1 - Bab 7

The leather straps of Kaelen Draven’s hunting armor creaked as he pulled them tight across his chest. The room was filled with metallic crispness with a lingering scent of frozen pine needles and crushed granite that followed him from his constant visit to the North Ridge.The cold air was drifting in through the tall windows of Ironfang Keep Pack. The polished floor partially covered by thick, charcoal-grey faux-fur rugs kept the room warm with the heater slowly blowing in the background.The recessed LED strips glow in the dim light that puts attention on the wall made of rough black rock. A large black metal desk with glowing screens and maps was by the side of the room where the hunting knives and the ceremonial blade of the Alpha heir were hanging above the ground.He looked into the mirror, his hand trying to fix the tip of his tight matte-black compression shirt that showed his powerful build with a professional look. His tall stature was staring back at him in the mirror with

The ride back to Ironfang Keep shouldn’t have been quiet. Usually after a Blood Moon hunt, the pack returned with victory energy, everyone laughing, pushing each other, and arguing about who had made the best kill.Tonight, no one spoke.Kaelen rode at the front of the convoy, the cold wind from the mountains hitting his face as the black fortress slowly appeared ahead. Ironfang Keep was not an ancient castle; it was a massive fortress built directly into the side of the mountains with steel, black stone, and glass rising in sharp angles against the night sky.The drones circled high above the towers, scanning the forest perimeter. Normally the sight of it filled Kaelen with pride, but all that was missing that night."Everywhere looks too quiet," Ravok muttered inside his mind, and Kaelen noticed it too.The gates were open; too many guards stood outside, and every single one of them looked tense. As Kaelen’s convoy rode into the main courtyard, warriors rushed toward them.Beta Rowa

Carys stood outside the council office, her heart pounding. Inside, she could hear her father and brother talking, and her name came up more than once.She didn’t knock, only pushed the door open.Both men looked at her. King Malakor stood beside the wide glass window that overlooked the city. Valerius sat calmly at the long table, scrolling through a tablet filled with documents.Neither of them looked surprised to see her. That was the only free day she had in the week, and if not for the proposal, she was supposed to be back in her prison.“You can’t do this,” she protested.Her voice shook despite her effort to stay calm. Malakor barely glanced at her.“The decision has already been made.”“You’re sending me away,” she said. “To the wolves.” Valerius leaned back in his chair, his voice laced with excitement. “You say that like it’s a punishment,” he said lightly.She stared at him. “You’re sending me to people who hate humans.”“Correction,” Valerius replied calmly. “People who h

The Great Hall was built for giants and wolves, not for a fragile, human girl. When Kaelen’s rejection floated in the air, "This union is a prison of politics, not a bond of soul,” the silence that followed was too intense.As Kaelen strode out, the pack didn't just move aside; they pulled away from her, as if her very presence might be contagious.Lady Mirella drifted through the crowd, her smile lurking at the tip of her lips like she was trying not to laugh hard. She stopped just inches from Carys, her scent of night-blooming jasmine with crushed gardenias filling the area within seconds.She had always maintained a high-profile scenting game, so it wasn’t hard for anyone to notice her presence even without looking. It was her signature."It’s a pity," Mirella purred, loud enough for the nearby warriors to hear. "We were told to expect a jewel of the Obsidian Court, a 'Stabilizer' to save our bloodline. But there’s nothing here. No pulse, no magic, no life. Just a hollow doll that