《Marked by My Alpha's Father》全部章節：第 41 章 - 第 50 章

The long march back to the inner keep was a silent procession through a dying storm. The mountain blizzard slowly broke apart, leaving strips of freezing grey sunlight to cut through the heavy pine canopies of the ridge. Marcus walked at the head of the heavy vanguard, his massive frame completely unbothered by the biting mountain wind. He did not wear his royal cloak. He had used the thick black fabric to wrap Elena and the newborn child, cradling them both against his broad chest with a fierce, iron-like possession that told the world no one would ever touch them again. Elena lay completely still in his arms, her head resting against the rigid curve of his shoulder. Her body was a hollow shell of exhaustion. The supernatural delivery in the freezing cave had drained every drop of her physical power, but her mind remained a chaotic maze of terror. Every time she closed her eyes, Devon’s parting words echoed through her skull like a demonic curse. ~He will find out the truth about

Camille hadn't dropped her bomb the next morning as she’d threatened. Instead, she spent the last two weeks like a slow-acting poison—whispering to the High Council, leaking rumors about the bloodline, and systematically tightening her father’s chokehold on the southern trade routes until Marcus was completely backed into a corner. Two weeks passed, but the toxic scent of southern orchids never truly left the royal wing. Lady Camille did not return to her southern territory. Instead, utilizing her high status as the daughter of the pack’s most vital ally, she embedded herself into the daily operations of the inner keep. She assumed absolute control over the palace management, claiming she was merely assisting the pack during its time of mourning for Beta Thomas. Every single detail of the royal nursery became a battleground of psychological warfare. Camille systematically replaced the soft, simple blankets Elena had chosen with heavy, structured drapes of deep southern velvet. She

The morning light did not bring comfort to the royal master suite. It hit the stone floorboards in long, pale slashes that illuminated the dust and the heavy cedarwood smoke. Marcus had already left the bed before the dawn broke, his side of the mattress cold and flat. Through the lingering traces of the fated-mate bond, Elena could still feel the poisonous residue of his nightmare vibrating in her veins. The wall of tense, defensive ice between their wolves had not melted; it had settled into a permanent, silent barrier that made the grand bedroom feel like a prison. Elena stood over the silver-trimmed cradle, her hand gently resting on baby Silas's chest to soothe his erratic breathing. The infant was restless, his small hands clutching at the silk sheets as his tiny wolf aura reacted to the tension in the castle. "I need to wash the soot from my skin," Elena whispered into the quiet room, her voice a fragile sound against the heavy drapes. She looked down at her own reflectio

The silence inside the locked royal master suite was a heavy weight. Elena stood completely still in the center of the dark bedroom, her white linen shift long dry against her skin. Outside the double oak doors, the metallic clink of iron armor told her the double-guard line was firmly in place. Marcus had locked her away. He had chosen the structural stability of his pack’s southern alliance over the word of his fated mate. Beside the four-poster bed, baby Silas had finally stopped crying, his small chest rising and falling in an exhausted sleep within the silver-trimmed cradle. Elena closed her eyes and took a deep, steadying breath. She could not afford to waste her energy on despair. She had to use the unique gifts of her fully awakened First Queen lineage. She dropped to her knees on the soft white fur rug, pressing her palms flat against the cold granite floorboards. She focused her mind entirely, shutting down her visual vision and forcing her heightened Luna senses to expan

Elena stood entirely frozen in the center of the splintered floorboards, her arms locked like iron bands around the crying bundle of baby Silas. Lady Camille’s manic smile widened in the dim light. She did not raise her silver blade to strike Elena. Instead, she slowly lowered her gold-ringed hand, letting the bloody dagger slip from her fingers to fall with a dull thud right onto the dirt beside the dead Shaman's gnarled knuckles. Before Elena could utilize her high-ranking agility to grab the forged parchment from Camille's left hand, a deafening roar of unadulterated fury ripped through the dark woods outside. The dense pine branches around the clearing shattered into splinters. Marcus crashed through the threshold of the hut. The Alpha King looked like a demonic force of nature, his massive human frame vibrating with a terrifying, destructive energy. He was flanked by the three pack elders, their gray ceremonial robes trailing through the snow, and a dozen elite vanguard gua