Semua Bab Alpha’s Deceptive Mate: Bab 61 - Bab 70

POV: LioraThe floor split apart beneath our feet with a sound that did not resemble ordinary stone breaking.It sounded alive.Ancient cracks burst through the crypt in violent silver lines, racing across the ground like lightning trapped beneath rock. The entire chamber lurched hard enough to throw several wolves off balance as dust and fragments of stone crashed from the ceiling above us.For one terrifying second, I thought the crypt was collapsing.Then the silver light erupted upward from the fractures in the floor.Every torch in the chamber extinguished instantly.Darkness swallowed us.A collective snarl rose from the wolves around us as instinct collided with chaos. Weapons scraped free. Someone shouted near the tunnel entrance. Another explosion thundered from somewhere above the fortress, shaking the underground chamber again.And through all of it…. The silver light kept growing.It wasn't fire or something magical but something older.The glow spread beneath the cracked

Pov: LioraThe roar that erupted from beneath the throne vault did not sound like any wolf I had ever heard.It was deeper.Older.The sound rolled through the underground chamber with terrifying force, shaking the walls hard enough to crack ancient stone while dust and fragments rained from the ceiling in violent bursts. The silver light flooding the crypt pulsed wildly with every echo, as though the entire fortress itself had become tied to whatever was waking below us.Every wolf in the chamber reacted instantly.Some staggered backward.Others raised weapons instinctively.One of Lucien’s wolves actually looked afraid enough to run.Good.Because I was beginning to understand something horrifying.This was not a throne room.It never had been.It was a seal.The realization settled heavily into my chest as I stared into the darkness below the shattered crypt floor. The silver staircase descending into the vault seemed endless now, disappearing deep underground into ancient black s

POV: KaelThe war council lasted until midnight.By the end of it, exhaustion had settled into every face around the table, but no one dared speak of rest. Not when scouts continued arriving with reports every hour. Not when Matthias’s forces were moving faster than expected. Not when the valley beneath the northern mountains, the oldest sacred ground tied to both Nightbane and Silver Creek, had become the center of a war that no longer looked political.This had gone beyond territory.Beyond power and vengeance.Something older had awakened beneath all of it, and every instinct I possessed told me the next battle would decide far more than which Alpha sat on a throne.The chamber slowly emptied after final orders were given. Captains dispersed to prepare their divisions. Vera remained behind only long enough to confirm the eastern defenses before disappearing toward the barracks without complaint, though fatigue lined her face heavily. Thomas lingered near the door pretending to stud

Pov: Kael Nightbane moved before sunrise. The fortress, which had once felt immovable against the mountains, transformed into something sharper and far more dangerous beneath the final hours of darkness. Torches blazed across the upper walls while soldiers crossed the courtyards carrying shields, arrows, and supplies toward the northern gates. Horses stamped against frozen earth, their breath rising white into the cold air. Armor clashed in steady rhythm as battalions assembled row by row beneath the banners of Nightbane. War had become inevitable long ago. Now it has become immediate. I stood above the lower training grounds from the western overlook, watching the preparations below while dawn struggled to rise behind heavy clouds. The wind carried the scent of snow from the mountains and smoke from the forge fires burning through the night. Everything looked ready. Nothing felt certain. That was the truth commanders rarely admitted aloud. No amount of preparation erased the

POV: KaelThe moment Matthias’s voice echoed across the valley, every wolf on the battlefield froze.It wasn't from fear but from force.The power pouring from beneath the fortress was unlike anything I had ever felt. It moved through the air like a living thing, ancient and violent, pressing against instinct itself. Warriors dropped to one knee across the blood-soaked grounds below while even shifted wolves whimpered beneath the pressure.And beside me…..Liora cried out softly.I caught her before she collapsed completely.Her body trembled against mine, one hand clutching the front of my shirt while the other pressed hard against her chest as though she could physically hold herself together.“Liora.”Her breathing came unevenly.“I can feel it,” she whispered.Panic surged through me instantly.“What’s happening?”She shook her head once, eyes wide and unfocused.“It’s called blood.”Seris stepped toward us sharply, her face drained of color.“That’s impossible.”But even as she s