Semua Bab Alpha’s Glitch: The Dragon Architect’s Revenge: Bab 11 - Bab 17

The kiss wasn't a romantic gesture. It was a collision. It was a desperate, violent attempt to anchor two souls that were currently being shredded by the weight of a thousand-year-old war.Xander’s lips were a scorched-earth policy against my sanity. They tasted of winter frost, heavy iron, and the lingering, synthetic sweetness of the silver-oak essence Caleb had forced me to wear. The second his mouth crashed into mine, the Mate Bond didn’t just hum—it screamed. It was a tectonic shift in my chest, a roar of recognition from the dragon that finally drowned out the constant, static hum of the iron collar.I didn’t pull away. I couldn't. I was too busy being hollowed out by the sheer, unadulterated need radiating off him. My hands, still stained with the phantom dust of the Great Hall, tangled in his silver-white hair, pulling him closer until there wasn't a microscopic gap left between us.The elevator continued its silent, high-speed ascent, but for me, gravity had checked out. Ther

The elevator descent felt like a fall into the abyss. Xander stood beside me, his presence a dark, roiling storm that threatened to shatter the glass walls of the lift. He didn't touch me, but the Bond was humming with a shared, lethal frequency. My dragon was silent now—not suppressed, but coiled, like a spring compressed to its breaking point.The medical wing of the Citadel was usually a place of hushed tones and sterile efficiency. Not today.As the doors hissed open, the air hit me like a physical blow. It was thick with the scent of too many wolves—aggressive, dominant, and territorial. I could hear Selena’s father, Lord Malphas, before I saw him. His voice was a booming, arrogant rasp that made my skin crawl."As a senior member of the Council, I have every right to ensure the safety of this 'guest,'" Malphas was saying. "If she is as fragile as the Alpha claims, perhaps she’s better suited for a high-security ward."Xander didn't slow down. He strode through the hallway, Enfor

The lower vaults of the Citadel weren't just deep; they felt forgotten by time itself. As we descended past the administrative levels and the high-security holding cells, the air changed. The sterile, filtered scent of the upper tower vanished, replaced by the heavy, suffocating smell of damp stone, old parchment, and a faint, metallic tang that made the dragon inside me pace restlessly."The Council calls this the 'Ancestral Archives,'" Xander whispered, his voice barely audible over the hum of the auxiliary power grid. "But it’s a graveyard of stolen things."He led me to a massive vault door, ancient and made of a dull, dark metal that didn't reflect the light of his tactical torch. There were no keycard readers here. No biometric scanners. Instead, the center of the door held a circular indentation etched with a snarling wolf’s head.Xander didn't hesitate. He drew a combat knife and sliced a shallow line across his palm."Blood magic," I murmured, watching the dark red liquid poo

The Great Hall of the White Mane Citadel was no longer a place of law. It was a scorched cathedral of terror.The golden pillar of fire had subsided, but the air remained thick with the scent of ozone and the terrifying heat of a sun that didn't belong underground. Thousands of wolves—the elite, the warriors, the aristocrats—were pressed against the walls, their predatory instincts reduced to those of whimpering pups. They weren't looking at a "Fringe rat" anymore. They were looking at a living extinction event.I stood in the center of the blackened circle, my breath coming in slow, jagged drags. The iridescent scales on my skin flickered, translucent as ghost-light, before slowly receding beneath the surface. The iron collar was gone, reduced to a few smoldering shards at my feet, and for the first time in five years, my magic felt like a limitless ocean."Xander..." I whispered, the dragon’s chorus in my voice fading back into a human rasp.I dropped to my knees beside him. He was