All Chapters of Claimed by the alpha kings Enemy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

*Chapter 31: The Quarry*The old quarry lay three miles east of the city, a scar in the earth where stone had been torn out a century ago. Now it was a graveyard of rusted machinery and broken rock. And tonight, it was an army camp. Aria crouched behind a ridge with Kael, Mara, Selene, and Roran. Below them, torchlight flickered against the quarry walls. Forty, maybe fifty rogues moved between tents and crates. At the center stood a stone dais, and on it lay the largest Moonstone shard Aria had ever seen. Lyra stood beside it, arms raised, chanting in a language that made Aria’s teeth ache. “She’s trying to fracture it,” Mara whispered. “If that shard breaks, the backlash will level half the valley.” Kael’s jaw tightened. “How many of those rogues are still in their right minds?” “Not many,” Selene said. “The shard’s corruption is strong. They’re already halfway gone.” Aria felt the Moonstone’s hum inside her, reacting to the shard below. It was angry. Wrong. “We can’t

*Chapter 33: The letter arrived on a day with no wind. Aria found it on her desk in the joint pack office—no seal, no signature, just a single sheet of thick parchment and a wax mark shaped like a howling wolf. The wolf was snarling, fangs bared, and the wax was black as old blood. Kael picked it up before she could touch it. “Don’t,” he said. “If it’s cursed—” “It’s not,” Aria said. The Moonstone’s hum inside her was calm. No corruption. Just… cold. “But it’s old magic. Northern old.” Kael frowned. “The Northern Clans don’t send letters. They send war parties.” Aria unfolded the paper. The handwriting was sharp, precise. Not Lyra’s frantic scrawl. Not Toren’s slanted script. _Healer Khan, Alpha Blackthorn,_ _The Pact of the North is broken. The Frost Warden is waking. If you value your union, come to the Grey Peaks before the first snow. Come alone, or not at all._ _— M._M. Aria’s stomach dropped. Mara read over her shoulder and went pale. “Mara’s sister,” s

*Chapter 35: The Northern Clans didn’t send envoys. They sent Myra, ten warriors, and a sled pulled by a wolf that was too big to be natural.Aria saw them cresting the ridge at dawn. The city went quiet for three minutes—every wolf stopping to stare at the frost clinging to their cloaks, the scars on their arms, the way they moved like the cold belonged to them.Kael was at her side before the gates opened. “Your aunt travels light,” he said dryly.Mara snorted. “She travels like she’s expecting a fight. Which means there’s a fight.”Aria stepped forward as Myra dismounted. “You didn’t say you were bringing an army,” Aria said.Myra’s mouth quirked. “I didn’t say I wasn’t.” She looked past Aria, eyes narrowing at the mixed patrols on the walls. “So it’s true. Mooncrest and Blackthorn walk together.”“Mostly,” Aria said. “We’re working on it.”Myra nodded once. “Good. Because the Frost Warden isn’t the only thing stirring.”That got everyone’s attention.---The war room was

*Chapter 37: The first joint Council meeting in a hundred years was a mess. Not because anyone was fighting. Because no one knew where to sit. Mooncrest elders kept drifting toward the left side of the table. Blackthorn drifted right. Northern Clans stood in the back like they expected someone to start swinging. Mirel had to bang her staff three times before anyone sat down. Aria sat at the head, Kael to her right, Mara to her left. Myra and Ash stood behind them—Myra as Northern envoy, Ash as liaison. “Let’s get this over with,” Aria said. Mirel nodded. “Agenda: trade routes, patrol schedules, and the matter of the Ashen Fang prisoners.” Elder Varn’s old seat was empty. No one had claimed it yet. The meeting dragged for two hours. Trade was easy. Patrols were harder. Northern wolves didn’t do “shared shifts.” Southern wolves didn’t like “solo scouting in blizzards.” They compromised. Barely. Then came the prisoners. “There are thirty-seven of them,” Mirel said.

*Chapter 39: The first target was in the eastern lowlands. Corin’s scouts had confirmed it three days after the border meeting: a group calling themselves the Hollow Fang, operating out of an abandoned mining outpost. Twenty wolves, Moonstone dust in play, no clear leader. “Small enough to handle,” Corin said, spreading the map on the war table. “Big enough to matter.” Aria studied the mark. “How recent is this?” “Two weeks,” Corin replied. “They’ve been quiet since. Either planning or waiting.” Mara tapped the outpost location. “It’s a choke point. If we hit it fast, they won’t have time to scatter.” Kael looked at Aria. “Your call.” Aria exhaled. “We go. Fast strike, no casualties if we can avoid it. Ash comes too.” Ash, leaning against the wall, raised an eyebrow. “Me?” “You know how they think,” Aria said. “I need that.” Ash nodded once. “Alright.” ---They moved at night. Twenty wolves total—Mooncrest, Blackthorn, Northern guard, and Corin’s March scouts.