All Chapters of 30 Days With The Ruthless Alpha King : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Men stepped out from every direction. Thorne swore under his breath. Jace raised his weapon. Rowan moved closer to me, his eyes already scanning the darkness. I stared at the armed men surrounding us. Then a slow smile spread across my face. We had found Elara. But Calder had found us too. “Drop your weapons,” the man in front ordered. Nobody moved. He looked straight at me. “Alpha Lucian, you don’t want to make this difficult.” I glanced around at the men.“There are at least thirty of you.” “Thirty-six,” Rowan corrected quietly. I almost smiled.“Thirty-six.” The man’s expression didn’t change. “And more are on their way.” Thorne shifted his grip on his sword. “That’s supposed to scare us?” “No,” the guard replied. “It’s supposed to make you understand that you’re not leaving this place alive.” Jace gave a short laugh. “That’s cute.” I raised a hand before he could say more. My eyes stayed on the building behind the guards. Something moved near on

Lucian’s POV Rowan pulled at the weakened stone, and it shifted beneath his hands. “Move back,” he said. Thorne grabbed my shoulder and pulled me away just as Rowan kicked the wall. Stone cracked. A narrow opening appeared. Jace looked through it. “That leads inside.” “Then we go.” I stepped through first. The moment my boots touched the other side, a blade came flying toward my head. I ducked. “Left!” Thorne swung his sword and knocked another man backward. The compound exploded into chaos. Men rushed through the courtyard from every direction, weapons drawn. Jace charged into the nearest group while Thorne took the other side. Rowan stayed close to me. “Three behind that door,” he warned. I turned and drove my blade through the first man’s weapon before knocking him down with my shoulder. “Keep moving.” “I’m trying.” A scream came from inside the building. My heart stopped. “ Elara.” I ran. “Lucian, wait!” Rowan shouted. I ignored him.

~Lucian’s POV~I found Rowan in the courtyard with Elara.He was standing beside her while she sat on one of the stone benches, his attention fixed on her as he complained about the cold. She had one hand resting over her stomach and the other wrapped around the cup Rowan had brought her.“You’re going to freeze out here,” he said.“I’m fine.”“You said that five minutes ago.”“And I’m still fine.”Rowan sighed and pulled his cloak from his shoulders before placing it around hers.Elara smiled.That smile bothered me.Not because she looked happy. I wanted her happy.It bothered me because Rowan was the reason for it.Since I came to Know of Roan’s existence, all I saw in him was a slave, a fugitive, a Gilead.Now he was standing beside my sister like he belonged there.And worse, he looked like he believed he did.“Lucian.”I looked at Elara.She was watching me now.“You’ve been staring at us for the last minute.”“I wasn’t staring.”“You were.”Rowan glanced at me but said nothing.

We stepped through the main gates of the fortress as the last light of day faded behind the trees. The courtyard was quiet. Guards stood at their posts with straight backs, but their eyes held relief instead of the sharp readiness of the past moons. Servants moved aside and bowed, yet no one rushed forward with urgent messages. No one spoke of threats or missing people. The air itself felt lighter. I kept Cressida’s hand in mine as we walked the stone path toward the inner halls. Her fingers were warm. She matched my pace without pulling away. For the first time in nearly two full moons I did not scan every shadow or listen for distant horns. The fortress belonged to us again. We reached the private stair that led to our chambers. I opened the door and let her enter first. The room was exactly how I had left it days earlier, the bed made, the windows open to the night air. I closed the door behind us and turned the lock. The soft click sounded final.

Cressidas POVIch hatte mir diesen Moment schon einmal vorgestellt.Aber nicht so.In meiner Vorstellung stand ich immer allein unter einem hellen Mond, umgeben von Menschen, die gekommen waren, um etwas Wichtiges mitzuerleben.Ich sah immer selbstbewusst aus. Schön. Würdig.Ich hatte mir nie vorgestellt, dass meine Hände zittern würden.„Hör auf damit.“Ich sah Elara an.„Womit?“„Damit, so zu tun, als wärst du nicht nervös.“Ich blickte auf meine Hände.„Ich bin nicht nervös.“Rowan lachte neben ihr.„Du drückst seit fünf Minuten ihre Finger.“Elara lächelte. „Genau.“Ich ließ ihre Hand los.„Mir geht es gut.“„Das hast du schon zweimal gesagt, und beide Male war es eine Lüge“, sagte Elara.„Langsam bereue ich es, dich eingeladen zu haben.“„Du hast mich nicht eingeladen. Ich bin Lucians Schwester. Ich wäre gekommen, egal, ob du es wolltest oder nicht.“Ich musste trotz allem lachen.Das half.Kurz darauf machte ich mich auf den Weg zum Innenhof, der inzwischen voller Menschen war.