Semua Bab Claimed by the Alpha King's Enemy: Bab 41 - Bab 50

*Chapter 41: The shard burned cold in Aria’s palm.It wasn’t like the Moonstone. No gentle hum, no guiding light. This was a weight, old and angry, pressing against her bones like it remembered her name and hated it.“Put it down,” Ash said quietly.Aria didn’t.She couldn’t.The Foundry trembled. Dust fell from the ceiling in thick clouds. The runes on the walls flared red, then died, leaving the chamber darker than before.Kael stepped in front of her, blade drawn. “Aria. Now.”She looked past him, to the pedestal.Beneath the shard, the stone was cracked.Through the crack, black mist seeped out.It didn’t smell like smoke.It smelled like a tomb opened too soon.“Something’s waking up,” Aria said.Ash grabbed her arm. “Then we leave. Now.”Aria shook her head. “If we leave it here, it wakes anyway. And next time, there won’t be a Foundry to contain it.”Kael cursed under his breath. “You’re going to touch it again, aren’t you?”Aria met his eyes. “I have to see what it is.”The s

*Chapter 43:Veyra didn’t move like a living thing. She moved like memory—slow, deliberate, like if she moved too fast she’d fall apart. Frost clung to her cloak, but it didn’t melt. Her eyes weren’t human. They were pale, storm-grey, and they saw too much. Aria’s hand hovered over the silver shard. The mark on her palm burned. “You’re alive,” Aria said again. Stupid, but it was all she could manage. Veyra tilted her head. “Alive is a generous word. Bound is closer.” Kael stepped forward, blade half-drawn. “Stay back.” Veyra didn’t look at him. “You can’t kill me, boy. I died a hundred years ago. What’s left is older.” Ash moved to Aria’s other side, quiet but ready. “Then what are you?” Veyra smiled. It didn’t reach her eyes. “The first Inquisitor. The first fool to think you could chain a god and call it peace.” Aria dropped her hand. “The Oathbreaker. You made the shards to hold it.” Veyra nodded. “I made twelve. Twelve prisons for twelve names. I thought if I s

*Chapter 45: The Eastern Reach wasn’t on any map Aria trusted. It was beyond the old border mountains, past the Shatter Peaks, where even Corin’s scouts didn’t go without a reason. Elara rode at the front, guiding them through passes that looked like they hadn’t seen a boot in fifty years. Aria, Kael, Ash, and Lir followed. No army. No banners. Just four wolves and a kid who smelled like fear and determination. “You sure about this?” Ash asked for the third time. Elara didn’t look back. “If I’m wrong, you can kill me. If I’m right, we’re already too late.” Aria said nothing. The stone in Kael’s pack was silent. Too silent. The air changed as they climbed higher. Thinner. Colder. And quieter. Not just quiet. Wrong quiet. No wind. No birds. No sound of their own breathing. Kael glanced at Aria. She nodded. She felt it too. On the fourth day, they reached it. The Silence. It wasn’t a mountain. It wasn’t a cave. It was a scar in the earth. A perfect circle o

*Chapter 47: Winter held the valley for three months. Snow fell in thick, quiet sheets. The market moved indoors. Training moved to the old barracks. Even Ash stopped complaining about the cold—mostly. Aria didn’t sit the Council this season. Mirel ran it. Mara handled supply. Corin managed the border patrols. Myra kept the Northern clans in line with threats and bad jokes. Aria watched from the back of the room most days. Sometimes she didn’t speak at all. It felt strange. Right. On the first day of thaw, a messenger came from the coast. Not a letter. A person. A boy, no older than twelve, riding a horse too big for him and looking half-frozen. He was brought to the war room before his hands stopped shaking. “Alpha Khan,” he said, bowing so fast he nearly fell over. “My name’s Taren. I’m from the village of Mire’s End.” Aria crouched to his level. “You’re safe here, Taren. What happened?” Taren swallowed. “The sea’s gone quiet.” Kael, standing behind Aria

*Chapter 49: The stone from the dead city didn’t sleep. It sat on the war room table, pulsing slow and steady, like a second heartbeat in the room. Aria couldn’t stop looking at it. Kael noticed. “You’re going to wear a hole in the table if you keep staring.” Aria didn’t look up. “It’s showing me things.” Ash leaned over, squinting. “Things like what?” Aria pressed her palm to the stone. Images flooded her mind—not visions, not memory. Just knowledge, clean and old. The first meeting under the broken oak. Twelve wolves, bleeding, agreeing that no pack would stand alone again. The first words of the Pact, spoken without a blade between them. *We bind ourselves to each other. Not by blood. By choice.* Aria pulled her hand back, breathing hard. “The first oath,” she whispered. “It wasn’t about the Moonstone. It was about us.” Mirel, who’d been silent in the corner, stepped forward. “Then why did it get lost?” Aria looked at her. “Because it was