Semua Bab Fated to the Shadow Alpha: Bab 41 - Bab 44

The week that followed settled over the pack house like a suffocating fog.Natasha threw herself into training with a ferocity that startled the warriors. She arrived at the yards before dawn, often still in wolf form from her nightly runs, and drilled until her muscles screamed. She sparred with Gideon until both of them were drenched in sweat, until her knuckles were bruised and her breathing ragged.Hit harder. Move faster. Don't think.Thinking led her to places she could not afford to visit. The execution. Selene’s face. Damien’s cold eyes across the great hall.Do not think about him.But the bond hummed constantly in her chest, a quiet, persistent ache that refused to be ignored. She felt him in the back of her consciousness, a shadow presence she kept at arm’s length through sheer will.They did not speak. Did not look at each other. She timed her meals around his schedule, slipping into the dining hall when he was in meetings, taking food quickly from the kitchen when she cou

Dawn crept over the Shadow Fang territory in pale ribbons of gold and pink.Damien had not slept.He stood at the edge of the training yard, his boots damp with dew, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched the first warriors filter in for their morning drills. His wolf paced beneath his skin, restless and agitated, pushing him toward something he could not name.She is here.He felt her before he saw her. The bond hummed faintly, a thread pulled taut between them despite everything.Natasha emerged from the warrior's entrance, her brown hair pulled back in a tight braid, her green eyes sharp and alert despite the shadows beneath them. She wore fitted training clothes, black pants and a dark fitted top that allowed for movement. Several warriors nodded in greeting, and she returned their acknowledgments with a curt incline of her head.She had not seen him yet.Damien watched her stretch, his gaze lingering on the line of her neck, the curve of her waist, the practiced efficiency