บททั้งหมดของ The Rise Of The Last White Wolf: บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 169

Traci’s POV I stood in the center of the arena with my hands still raised, every muscle in my body trembling from the power that had poured through me. The weight of it hadn’t disappeared when I lowered my arms. It still buzzed beneath my skin, racing through my veins. Slowly, I let my hands fall to my sides. Nothing changed. Thousands of enemies remained exactly where they were. Every single one of them was still on their knees. Not one dared to stand. Not one even attempted to fight whatever invisible force held them in place. A grin tugged at my lips despite the exhaustion pulling at me. “I told you it would work,” Aurora said proudly before laughing. “Bow down, big boys.” A snort escaped me. “You’ve been waiting to say that, haven’t you?” “For centuries,” she replied without the slightest bit of shame. She wasn’t wrong. When the first wave of enemies poured into the arena, I honestly believed we were finished. They came from every direction until I couldn’t even see the ar

Maddox’s POV The laptop slammed into the stone wall hard enough to shatter the screen. Plastic exploded across the office. The monitor split down the center before crashing onto the floor in a smoking pile of broken pieces. I stood there breathing slowly through my nose, my hands curled into fists so tightly my fingernails dug into my palms. Every carefully laid plan had collapsed right in front of me. For one glorious stretch of time, everything had gone exactly as intended. My men breached the outer defenses. Panic spread through the arena. Explosions distracted their warriors while confusion swept through the crowd. Their security had fractured, and for a few precious minutes the entire kingdom scrambled to regain control. Victory had been within reach. Then Traci stepped into that damn ring. Everything changed. The men assigned to seize her never even came close. Hell, they didn’t make it inside the ring before they either were flown into the air and fucking killed or were fo

Zayden’s POV Once Kael was stable enough to stand with assistance, the three of us made our way toward the stage. Traci walked between Raiden and me, her shoulders noticeably heavier than they had been an hour earlier. The glow surrounding us had faded into a soft shimmer beneath our skin, but our life-bond marks still pulsed with warmth, reminding me that whatever had awakened inside us wasn’t going away. The raised platform overlooked the entire arena. From up there, the destruction was impossible to ignore. Sections of seating had collapsed. Burn marks scarred the stone where magic collided with explosives. Weapons, broken shields, and torn banners littered the battlefield while warriors escorted prisoners away and healers continued moving from one injured person to the next. The moment Traci stepped onto the platform, every eye in the arena found her. I picked up the microphone from the podium and handed it to her. She accepted it with a grateful smile before taking a steady

Traci’s POV The elevator ride up to our suite felt like it lasted an eternity, a sensory deprivation chamber where the only thing I could process was the ache in my bones and the phantom sensation of someone's hands on my waist. Zayden stood next to me, his arm thrown casually over my shoulders, a silent but heavy presence that usually grounded me. But tonight, my grounding was gone. The chaos of the arena, it all bled together into a headache that throbbed behind my eyes. I just wanted to be anywhere else. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere with them. When the doors finally slid open with that soft, hydraulic sigh, the suite was bathed in a low, amber light that seemed to swallow the shadows. We stepped inside and the door clicked shut, sealing the world out. It wasn't just the luxury of the room that made it feel like home. It was the smell. The distinct, musky scent of Zayden and Raiden. It was primal, territorial, and undeniably safe. I kicked off my boots without ceremony, the leathe

Traci’s POV I stood just outside the entrance to the palace gardens, drawing one slow breath after another as I tried to calm the butterflies fluttering inside my stomach. Yesterday, I had stood in an arena surrounded by bloodshed. Today… I was about to be crowned queen. The contrast wasn’t lost on me. A soft chuckle escaped before I could stop it. Only my life could go from stopping an invading army one day to attending a coronation the next. “Ready?” Corbin’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. I looked over at him and smiled. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” He nodded his head before offering me his hand. Instead of taking his arm, I slipped my fingers into his. Somehow that felt more natural. More like us. Together, we stepped through the archway leading into the gardens. The sight before me stole my breath. Hundreds of chairs stretched across the perfectly manicured grounds, every seat already occupied by guests representing kingdoms, packs, covens, and allied territorie