บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha’s 99 Days Surrogate : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

The scent of cheap perfume and desperation hit the air before she even opened her filthy mouth to speak. I was in the armory, strapped into a corset that braced my ribs against the child’s violent pulsing, when I felt the shift in the Keep’s energy. Killian wasn't with me. He was in the study, and I could feel his heartbeat. A heavy thud that had become my own, reacting to an intruder. I didn't rush. The Silver light in my veins told me exactly where everyone was. In the study, Selene had shed her white fox furs. She stood in the center of the room in a silk slip that left nothing to the imagination, her hair arranged in the same messy waves I usually wore. She looked like a cheap imitation of a Queen. "Killian," she breathed, her voice dripping with fake submission as she stepped toward him. "You’re the Lycan King. You shouldn't have to settle for a worthless Wolfless dud. My father only sent Vespera because he was afraid I was too precious to lose. But I’m here now. I can give y

"He’s gone." I was sitting on the floor in the nursery, my back against the crib. My ribs ached from the sprint, and my stomach was a tight, hard knot of panic. The window was still banging against the frame, the wind whistling through the room, but the man with the curved blade was gone before I arrived. Killian was across the room in two strides, his hands gripping my shoulders so hard I felt his claws pierce through my skin. His eyes were pure gold, the pupils blown wide with a possessive hunger. "Where did he go?" Killian’s voice was a guttural snarl. "Out the window," I rasped, clutching my belly. "He didn't attack, Killian. He just... he watched me. As though he was checking on a piece of fruit he’s waiting to ripen." Killian groaned and looked at the open window, then back at me, his gaze dropping to my hands. He froze. I followed his look. My palms were shredded from the glass pod at the gate, but the blood wasn't red. It was a thick, shimmering silver. It looked alive,

The Great Hall of the Silver-Moon smelled of desperation.Marek had spent a fortune of my blood money on this. The long oak tables were overflowing with roasted boar, rare fruits from the southern territories, and flagons of expensive mead. He had draped the walls in the pack’s silver banners, trying to hide the damp rot that had been eating the Silver-Moon alive for years. Marek stood at the head of the table, his chest puffed out, a false, booming laugh echoing against the rafters. Selene sat beside him, the Donovan emeralds heavy at her throat, her eyes darting toward Jax every few seconds. Jax didn't look back at her. He was staring at me. He was sitting across the table, his knuckles white as he gripped his chalice. He looked like he was seeing a ghost or a Goddess he had been stupid enough to throw away. Killian sat next to me, his presence like a dark, suffocating weight in the room. He hadn't touched his food. He hadn't even touched his wine. He just watched Marek with the

The sound of the silver bolts hitting the stone was like a hail of iron.Killian’s roar shook the very foundation of the mountain as he shifted mid-air, his massive black wolf form slamming into the ground in front of me. He was a wall of muscle and fur, taking the brunt of the volley. I heard a sickening thud as one of the jagged bolts buried itself in his shoulder, but he didn't falter. He stood his ground, snarling at the archers hidden in the dark arches above."Get her inside!" Torin’s voice screamed from the balcony. "The King is wounded! Take the girl to the Altar now!"The Harvesters who had been paralyzed on the ground started to scramble to their feet. My pulse had stunned them, but the desperation in Torin’s voice was giving them a second wind.Killian turned his head, his golden eyes blown wide with pain and fury. He snapped his jaws at a Harvester who tried to grab my arm, but more were coming. A fresh wave of enforcers poured out of the Citadel gates, carrying heavy iron

I hit the stone courtyard like a falling star. In my three-tailed form, I was a mountain of silver light and muscle. The shockwave of my landing sent a ripple through the black stone, cracking the foundation of the Citadel. The wolves of the Great Hunt—men who had come to slaughter an abomination froze. Their snarls died in their throats as they looked up at the legend standing in front of them. I didn't give them time to pray. My three tails moved like whips of liquid fire. I lunged into the center of the pack, a blur of silver fur. Every sweep of my tails sent Alphas flying across the courtyard, their ribs snapping like dry kindling. I wasn't just fighting, I was harvesting the lives of those who had dared to hunt my mate. Killian let out a guttural roar, his massive black form rising from the pile of bodies. He saw me and for a heartbeat, the King looked terrified. Then he bared his teeth and joined the slaughter, his shadow moving in perfect sync with my light. But the labor