Todos os capítulos de Alpha’s Glitch: The Dragon Architect’s Revenge: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The iron collar didn't just chafe. It was a living, breathing parasite that actively took chunks out of my neck.It was a jagged, impossibly heavy ring of spelled metal, forged by paranoid sorcerers and practically welded around my throat. The inside of the band was etched with ancient suppression runes that dug mercilessly into my collarbone every single time my chest expanded to take a breath. Honestly, if anyone actually bothered to look closely at a Fringe rat like me, they’d probably assume I was an escaped slave or just had some deeply disturbing, masochistic kink for self-torture.But nobody looked. Out here on the desolate, rotting edges of the White Mane Pack territory—a miserable stretch of dead earth known as the Fringe—humans were entirely invisible. We were just background noise to the ruling wolves. Less than background noise, really. We were the dirt trapped beneath their claws, tolerated only because someone had to clean their gutters and harvest their herbs.Which was

The cataclysmic, world-ending explosion I braced for didn't happen.There was no thunderous, deafening blast. There was no violent splintering of the remaining fragile walls, no kinetic shockwave to send the massive, blood-soaked white wolf flying through the sagging roof into the freezing night sky.Instead, the exact microsecond my bloody palm met the matted, gore-stained fur of his massive chest, the entire world went blindingly, agonizingly white.It wasn't just a flash of optical light. It was a violent, parasitic surge of pure, unadulterated electricity that shot straight down my arm, bypassed my veins entirely, and slammed directly into my heart with the force of a falling meteor.I gasped, my spine involuntarily arching so hard off the wooden floorboards I thought my back would snap. The golden, destructive dragon-fire pooling lethally at my fingertips didn't extinguish; it fundamentally, terrifyingly changed its nature. The destructive kinetic energy mutated into a thousand i

"You are out of your mind," I spat, my voice barely audible over the roaring, black torrent of the Bloodwash River.I didn't back down. I couldn't. I kept my chin angled up, glaring directly into the crystalline blue eyes of the monster who currently held my soul hostage. My right hand, hidden beneath the soaked, freezing wool of my cloak, gripped the hilt of Martha’s pathetic silver knife so hard my knuckles were completely numb.Xander didn’t even blink. The torrential freezing rain continued to cascade around us, completely repelled by the sheer, suffocating density of the Alpha aura rolling off his broad shoulders. He looked at me not like a runaway prisoner, but like a starving, desperate man who had just found water in a desert."I am entirely lucid, Sereia," Xander replied, his voice a low, gravelly hum that vibrated directly against my sternum, plucking violently at the invisible tether connecting us. "And you are coming back to the Citadel.""I’d rather jump into the river,"

Pain is a funny thing. For a dragon, it usually tastes like molten lava and smells like the promise of a fresh start. But right now? Pain just felt like three burning gashes on my left cheek and a massive, bruised ego that was currently being incinerated by a bonfire of pure, unadulterated shame.I, Sereia, the last living heir of the Phantom Dragon lineage, had just been backhanded by a pureblood wolf who smelled like a discount flower shop.Worse than the slap, though, was the fact that I’d actually had to try—I had to consciously loosen my muscles and soften my bone density just so I would sound appropriately fragile when I hit the floor. It was a career low point. If my ancestors saw me now, they’d probably fly into a volcano just to avoid the second-hand embarrassment."Don't move."Xander’s voice was a low, vibrating rasp, thick with the kind of repressed violence that made the air in the room feel like it was about to ignite. He was still half-kneeling on the expensive rug, his

The morning light in the Citadel didn’t creep in; it attacked. It bounced off the polished obsidian floors and the reinforced glass walls of Xander’s bedroom, forcing me to squint against the blinding glare.Xander was gone. The only evidence he’d even been there was the lingering scent of cold pine on the silk pillows and a fresh set of clothes laid out at the foot of the bed. They weren't the rags of a Fringe rat. They were high-end tactical silks, jet black and reinforced with subtle Kevlar threading."Dressing up the prisoner," I muttered, sliding out from under the duvet.My cheek felt tight, the skin knitting together with a speed that would have baffled a human doctor. I walked to the mirror and peeled back the bandage. The three jagged lines Selena had left were already faint pink scars. I touched them, a dark surge of predatory satisfaction bubbling in my chest. If I could heal this fast while suppressed, the Council didn't stand a chance if I ever truly let the dragon off it