All Chapters of The Alpha’s Heartless Choice: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“Thanks for your understanding, Lady Adanna. I will think about it,” I say, my throat tight as I force the words past the lingering taste of blood and bitter herbs.Lady Adanna Wolfhart gives a heavy, solemn nod, her dark golden eyes searching my pale face. “Remember that no matter what decision you make regarding the bond, my husband and I will always stand on your side. The Blackthorn Healers saved our border warriors decades ago, and the Wolfhart Bloodline owes your blood a debt that Ronan’s arrogance cannot erase.”“Of course, Lady Adanna,” I murmur, pulling the fur mantle tighter around my neck to hide the raw, silvering scar where Ronan’s bite mark still aches.“Why not show me around the new fortress since it is my first time inside these boundary gates?” Lady Adanna asks, her lips curling into a gentle, encouraging grin.I feel heat flush across my cheeks, my skin hot against the cold mountain draft coming through the stone arches. “I only arrived today. I barely know my way t

Ronan feels a sharp, painful pang in his chest. He unclasps his heavy black mantle, stepping forward with silent, fluid movements, and gently drapes the thick, warm fur over her slender shoulders.The shift in weight wakes me. I blink my eyes open, staring up at him through a fog of sleep, my voice thick and confused. “You returned?”Hearing her soft, sleepy voice, Ronan’s harsh expression melts entirely. His heart swells with a terrifying tenderness he has never felt for another living soul.“Yes, I am back,” he murmurs softly. “Why are you sleeping out here in the cold?”“I was tired after painting,” I murmur, rubbing my eyes like a disoriented pup. “I only meant to close my eyes for a moment.”Ronan doesn't answer with words. He leans down, slides his massive hands under my legs and back, and lifts me effortlessly into his arms. He sits down in the wide armchair, placing me firmly across his broad lap and pulling the heavy mantle tightly around us both.“You will catch a chill,” he

“Say that again,” Ronan’s voice reverberates off the stone walls like thunder, his golden eyes burning with a dangerous, crimson light as he steps into the room. “Say another word about my Luna, and I will rip your tongue out right here on the weaving floor.”The raw power of his Alpha heat slams into the room, so heavy and suffocating that Yvette collapses onto her knees, gasping for air. Sandra instantly drops beside her, her head bowed in terror.My heart thumps wildly against my ribs as Ronan strides toward me, his black leather mantle billowing around his massive frame. Without a word, he wraps a heavy arm around my waist, pulling me flush against his hard side. The familiar scent of crushed cedar and fresh mint instantly wraps around my senses, easing the cold tightness in my chest.“Who gave the two of you the courage to lay a hand on the future Luna of the Wolfhart Bloodline?” Ronan growls, his voice echoing from the absolute depths of his chest.Sandra trembles, keeping her e

I press the obsidian shard deeper into my neck, the sharp glass cutting through skin until hot blood flows down my throat and stains the front of my white ceremonial tunic.The crimson drops splatter onto the pristine fox fur, turning the holy fabric into a jagged sea of red.“Promise her, Ronan!” Matriarch Esi Wolfhart screams, her voice cracking with terror.Darius Thornridge rushes forward to catch Matriarch Esi as her knees buckle. He glares at Ronan with wide, desperate eyes. “If you do not yield right now, Supreme Alpha, two lives will end on this sacred stone floor!”He means my life and Matriarch Esi’s frail heart.Ronan stares at me, his golden eyes completely fractured with agony, a look of unbearable heartbreak tight on his sharp features. He had planned to keep me close, to shower my wounded wolf with infinite care and royal devotion until I forgot the horrors of the dungeon.Yet he owed a life-debt to the Nightshade Bloodline, and he had stupidly let Zanele manipulate his

Ronan.What is the Supreme Alpha of the Wolfhart Bloodline doing at a public transit hub?I pull my fur collar up around my chin, my fingers trembling slightly beneath my leather gloves, though I force my posture to remain upright and proud.Ronan’s dark golden eyes lock onto me instantly.Even with the silk veil hiding my nose and mouth, his wolf knows my scent. The air between us grows instantly thin, charged with a dark, suffocating tension that makes every wolf in the square lower their heads to the cobbles.Tarian steps slightly in front of me, his hand resting on the hilt of his short-blade. “Don't be afraid, Sommy. He cannot touch you under international Healer immunity.”“I am not afraid,” I whisper back, though my heart is beating violently against my ribcage. “He is probably here to meet a high-ranking diplomat from the Royal Lycan Court.”Before I can take another step, a towering shadow falls across the stone floor.A heavy, rich scent of fresh cedarwood, dark leather, and