Mated to the Alpha CEO의 모든 챕터: 챕터 31 - 챕터 40

Two weeks after the ritualClara's recovery was slower than anyone had hoped.The golden light that had once blazed like a sun now flickered like a candle in the wind. She could walk, eat, speak—but shifting into her wolf form was impossible. The healers said it would take time. Weeks, maybe months.Clara hated waiting."I'm fine," she insisted, pushing herself up from the bed."You're not." Alistair gently pressed her back down. "The healers said rest.""The healers are overreacting.""The healers are right." He sat beside her, taking her hand. "You gave away most of your power to save the world. You're allowed to be weak for a while.""I don't know how to be weak.""Then learn." He kissed her forehead. "I'll help."She sighed, leaning into him. "Fine. But I'm not staying in bed all day.""One hour of activity. Then back to rest.""Two hours.""Ninety minutes.""Deal."Elara had stepped up in her mother's absence.She led the morning patrols, settled disputes among the pack, and moni

The pack house had never felt so empty.Mira sat by the window, staring at the forest, her hands wrapped around a cold cup of tea. She had not slept since returning. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw AJ lunging at the Herald, buying her time to escape."That's an order."His voice echoed in her head."He's alive," Elara said, entering the room. "I've seen it. The Herald is keeping him in the valley, in one of the cages. She wants to use him as bait.""Bait for what?""For my mother." Elara sat beside Mira. "The Herald knows Clara's power is weakened. She wants to strike before it returns.""Then we strike first.""That's what I told my parents."Clara stood in the training yard, pushing her body harder than the healers recommended.The golden light flickered, weak but present. She threw punch after punch at a training post, sweat dripping down her face."You should be resting," Alistair said from the porch."My son is in enemy hands. I don't have time to rest.""And if you colla

The wind screamed across the frozen wastes, carrying the scent of dark magic and old blood.Clara's golden light flickered as she ran, still not fully recovered but burning with determination. Beside her, Alistair's wolf form cut through the snow, his golden eyes fixed on the Herald's camp. Behind them, the pack fanned out—Elara and Kael side by side, AJ and Mira flanking Theron, Derek bringing up the rear with Lyra.The cultists saw them coming.Shouts echoed across the ice. Black-cloaked wolves poured from tents, weapons drawn. The Herald stood at the base of the massive stone door, her feathered cloak billowing in the wind."Kill them all!" she screamed.The battle began.Alistair collided with the first wave of cultists, his jaws tearing through their defenses.Clara stayed close, using her golden light as a shield—not strong enough to attack, but enough to deflect dark magic. Every pulse of her power drained her, but she refused to fall."Mom, on your left!" Elara shouted.Clara

Six months after the ritualThe spring thaw had transformed the territory. Rivers swelled with melted snow, flowers pushed through the damp earth, and the pack house buzzed with new life. Pups born during the harsh winter took their first steps. Warriors returned from patrols with stories of deer and rabbit, of forests waking from their long sleep.Clara stood on the porch, watching the sun rise.Her golden light had returned—not as blazing as before, but steady. Strong. The healers said she had made a full recovery, though she would never be quite the same. The ritual had taken something from her. A sharpness, maybe. Or perhaps just the memory of fear."You're up early," Alistair said, joining her."Couldn't sleep.""Visions?""No. Just thoughts." She leaned into him. "Elara's been having them again. About the male Hidden Luna.""The one from the shard?""Yes. She thinks he's close. Somewhere in the eastern territories.""Then we find him.""And if he doesn't want to be found?"Alist

One month after Ronan's arrivalThe pack house was buzzing with preparation.Theron had sent word to the Council about the Collector. Their response had been swift and terrifying: the Collector was real, and he had already killed three Hidden Lunas in the past century. Each time, he absorbed their power, growing stronger."He's not just a myth," Theron said, addressing the pack council. "He's a predator. And he's set his sights on Clara.""Then we kill him before he gets here," Alistair said."The Council has been trying for decades. He's elusive. He doesn't fight fair.""How does he fight?" Elara asked."He stalks his prey. Learns their weaknesses. Then strikes when they're most vulnerable." Theron's voice was grim. "He's patient. He can wait years."Clara placed a hand on her chest, feeling the golden light pulse. "Then we make sure he never finds an opening."Ronan's training intensified.Clara pushed him harder than ever, determined to prepare him for a fight against the Collector