《Mated to the Alpha CEO》全部章節：第 41 章 - 第 50 章

The pack library had never been so thoroughly searched.Books were stacked on every surface—some ancient, some newly acquired from the Council. Clara had not slept in two days. The golden light under her skin flickered with exhaustion, but she refused to stop."There has to be another way," she muttered, turning a page.Alistair brought her tea. "You need rest.""I need to save my daughter.""You won't save anyone if you collapse."She looked up at him, her eyes red-rimmed. "Then help me search."He sat beside her, pulling a stack of texts toward himself. "What are we looking for?""Anything. A different ritual. A way to sever the Devourer's connection without killing the seer.""The Council has been studying this for centuries. If there was another way, they would have found it.""The Council isn't as motivated as I am."Ronan sat in his room, staring at the wall.The Herald's voice had been whispering in his dreams for three nights now. Promises. Threats. Whispers of power.You coul

Six months after the ritualAutumn had returned to the territory, painting the forest in shades of gold and crimson.The pack house was alive with activity. Pups who had been born in the spring were now running through the training yard, their playful howls echoing through the trees. Among them was Elias — AJ and Mira's son — now a sturdy toddler with golden eyes and his mother's stubborn chin.Clara watched him from the porch, a cup of tea in her hands."He's going to be trouble," Alistair said, joining her."All pups are.""This one more than most. He shifted yesterday. For three seconds."Clara's eyebrows rose. "Already? He's not even a year old.""He's your grandson."She smiled despite herself. "That explains it."Ronan had grown into a confident young wolf.His silver light was now fully under his control — bright enough to blind enemies, gentle enough to heal small wounds. He trained the younger wolves, led patrols, and had become one of Alistair's most trusted warriors."You'v

Twelve years after the eastern missionThe pack house had grown with the pack.New buildings sprawled around the original structure — training halls, homes for young families, a larger infirmary. Wolves from allied territories came and went, seeking guidance, trading news, or simply visiting old friends.Clara sat on the porch, her golden hair now streaked with gray. The golden light within her still pulsed, steady and warm, but she moved more slowly now. Age had finally caught up with her.Alistair sat beside her, his own muzzle grayed. He still led patrols, but he relied more on younger wolves. The torch was passing."They're late," Clara said, scanning the horizon."Ronan was always punctual. If he's late, there's a reason."Elias Blackwood, now thirteen, trained in the yard.He had his father's build and his grandmother's golden eyes. His wolf form — a sleek, golden-furred creature — was already larger than most adults. His power, a blend of Clara's light and Mira's fierce will, c

Two days after the Herald's captureThe captured Herald was kept in the pack house's deepest cell, a small room carved from stone and lined with runes. Silver chains bound his wrists and ankles, and a collar of enchanted iron suppressed his power.Elias stood outside the cell, staring through the bars.He looked younger than Elias had expected. Sixteen, maybe seventeen. His dark hair was matted, his face bruised from the fight. His eyes — those burning coals — had dimmed to a dull orange.Ronan stood beside Elias. "He's not what you expected.""I thought he'd be... older. More evil.""He's just a tool. The Devourer broke him and remade him." Ronan's voice was grim. "It happens to a lot of wolves in the east.""Can he be saved?""I don't know. But we have to try."Clara joined them at the cell.She studied the young wolf with the same eyes she had used to study Ronan, years ago. "What's your name?"The Herald didn't answer."I know you can hear me. I know you're still in there."A flic

Two weeks before the solsticeThe pack house was quiet.Not the quiet of peace, but the quiet of waiting. Wolves moved through the halls with hushed voices and heavy hearts. Everyone knew what was coming. The solstice. The ritual. The possibility that they might lose their Luna, their future, or both.Clara sat in her room, staring at the golden light in her palm.It flickered, dimmer than it had been in years. The ritual would drain her — perhaps permanently. But she had made her peace with that.You've done enough, she told herself. Now let the next generation carry on.A knock interrupted her thoughts. Elias."Come in."He entered hesitantly, his golden eyes troubled. "Grandmother, I need to ask you something.""Anything.""If the ritual doesn't work... if something happens to me...""It will work.""But if it doesn't, I need you to know something." He knelt in front of her, taking her hands. "I'm proud to be your grandson. I'm proud to carry your legacy. And I'm not afraid."Clara