Semua Bab The Alpha's Bought Bride: Bab 31 - Bab 40

The Silver-Cloaks didn't just guard the castle; they haunted it.Every hallway was now a gauntlet of metallic clanking and the judgmental stares of the Council’s elite. They stood at every door, their null-iron spears crossed, officially "protecting" the Luna, but in reality, they were waiting for the first sign of black smoke to erupt from my skin."They're watching the vents, Silas," I whispered, standing in the center of our darkened bedchamber.The only light came from the dying embers in the hearth, casting long, dancing shadows against the stone walls. My shoulders ached from the weight of the velvet gown I’d worn all day, but beneath the fabric, the black veins felt like they were humming—a low-frequency vibration that seemed to be calling out to the night.Silas was by the window, his large frame silhouetted against the moon. He was dressed in rugged traveler’s leathers, a dark cloak thrown over one shoulder. He looked less like a King and more like the merce

The Counselor was a fool. He had planned for a King's rage, but he hadn’t planned for a God's grief.When Silas stepped through the shattered ruins of the iron doors, the temperature in the chamber didn't just drop—it ceased to exist. All light, all warmth, all sound was sucked into the absolute darkness of his gaze. The Counselors' "dampening field" that was supposed to trap Elara didn't just fail; it shattered, the magical energy turning to dust as it touched the aura radiating from the Alpha.His eyes weren't glowing. They were the opposite of light—two infinite, void-like pools of consuming darkness. He didn't look at the Counselor. He didn’t look at the other two shadow assassins who were already shifting, their human skin tearing.He looked only at Elara. At the bone-white Counselor's knife pressed against her throat. At the anti-magic iron chains cutting into her delicate wrists."You should not have touched what is mine," Silas said. His voice didn't come from his mouth. It ca

The air in the royal quarters had become a physical weight, thick with the cloying, artificial scent of the High Council’s incense—a smell meant to signify "purity" but which now felt like the stench of a burial shroud. I stood before the tall silver mirror, my fingers trembling as I gripped the edge of the vanity. The woman looking back at me was a stranger, a creature caught between two worlds. Beneath the pale surface of my skin, a faint, rhythmic purple light pulsed like a second heartbeat. It wasn't the soft, ethereal glow of the moonlight I had once known; it was a bruised, hungry violet that seemed to swallow the candlelight around it."It’s getting worse," I whispered, my voice breaking as the static beneath my skin intensified until it was a constant, low-frequency hum vibrating in my teeth. I held up my hands, watching in horror as thin, obsidian-colored lines began to branch out from my wrists, mapping my skin like a web of shadows. "Silas, I can feel it. It’s not just a pow

The aftermath of the battle in the Abyss felt like waking from a dream made of glass and thunder. The violet glow from my skin had receded into a low, rhythmic thrum, but the black veins remained visible—etched into my arms like a permanent map of the power I had claimed. Around us, the Great Hall of the North, once a place of feasts and golden light, was now a silent court of war, littered with the shattered remains of the Council’s arrogance.The scent of ozone and burnt silk hung heavy in the air. I stood at the center of the wreckage, my blood-red velvet gown sweeping over the stone floor, catching on the jagged shards of fine china. My hands still felt heavy, the residual weight of the Seal of the Eclipse humming in my marrow.Silas stood a few feet away, his back to me as he watched the surviving Silver-Cloaks being marched out by our Sentinels. He was a mountain of dark velvet and simmering tension. Even without the obsidian armor he had donned in the tunnels, he look

The clicking sound intensified, a wet, chattering noise that seemed to bounce off the jagged granite walls. In the flickering violet glow of my palm, the cave-stalkers looked like nightmare versions of humanity—emaciated, with translucent skin and milky, sightless eyes. They clung to the ceiling like oversized spiders, their long, multi-jointed fingers twitching as they oriented toward the sound of our breathing."Don't move," Silas commanded, his voice a low vibration that barely traveled an inch.But the Seal of the Eclipse didn't want to be still. It pulsed in time with my heart, the violet light flaring and dimming, casting long, rhythmic shadows that acted like a dinner bell for the creatures above. One of the stalkers let out a high-pitched screech and lunged, its spindly body hurtling through the air toward me.Silas was a blur of obsidian. He didn't just strike the creature; he cleaved it in two before it could even screech a second time. The black blood of the s