Todos os capítulos de The Alpha’s Savage Rebirth: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 15

"Lady Blackwynd, if your wolf desires a confrontation, it will have to wait because I am on a strict tracking schedule and Alpha Vickon requires his silver wounds dressed immediately," Sorelle Mistfang barked, her scent flaring as she shoved past my shoulder to reach the heavy oak threshold.The leather field-kit vanished from her grip before her claws could even twist the iron ring my inner beast had stripped it away with a lightning-fast snap of my jaws."What do you think your wolf is playing at?" Sorelle snarled, her fabricated submissive smile evaporating instantly."I appreciate your shallow loyalty to the dominion, but your paws do not need to fret over his physical seals," I replied, my voice dropping into a flat, authoritative purr as I held the kit out of her reach. "My wolf will absorb the labor of his recovery.""And by what right does a southern stray claim that duty?" Sorelle’s tone sharpened into a dangerous, feral click."By what right?" I echoed, letting a cold, mocki

"The transmission link is severed," I stated, my silver eyes locking onto Sorelle Mistfang as the raw panic drained the remaining blood from her face.She recognized the lethal finality in Vickon’s frequency; even without a direct bond, her inner beast understood the absolute fury of the Northern Sovereign.She hurled a toxic, predatory glare in my direction, then shoved the massive bundle of glowing blood-orchids violently into my chest without an ounce of caution. "Take your harvest, stray! As if my wolf ever desired these rotten stems!"I executed a swift, elegant sidestep, letting the heavy bundle drop directly onto the stone slab of the central table. "Oh, your wolf didn't covet them? How peculiar, considering your scent was radiating absolute ecstasy only a microsecond ago. Go ahead, keep your claws wrapped around them—I shall simply anchor my posture right here until Alpha Vickon breaches the gates."With a calm, fluid movement, I took a seat on the carved oak bench, projecting

"My predator does not suffer from short-term memory failure, Vaelira; if my tracking is accurate, the female who birthed Zafira returned her spirit to the moon cycles winters ago," Vickon growled, his pitch-black eyes fixed on my stepsister with absolute, freezing disdain.The underlying execution of his rumble was immediate: Isolde Grimfen carried zero authority over his presence, so by what biological right did she demand the Sovereign of the North attend a territorial ritual?Vaelira’s practiced, submissive smile completely fractured.Beside his massive frame, Vickon felt my claws lock around his corded arm with a tighter, desperate pressure. His heavy head turned slightly, tracking the shimmering light that had surfaced in my silver eyes as I gazed up at his chiseled face.He paused, his aura shifting into a gentler frequency. "What has agitated your inner wolf?"I shook my head rapidly, my voice a soft, breathless rasp. "Nothing at all, my Alpha!"But within my chest, my inner be