《ALPHA Magnus Andersen》全部章節：第 41 章 - 第 50 章

“Where is Rafe?” I demand, my bare chest heaving as the thick silver bonds dig into my raw skin, binding me tightly to the stone pillar inside the Obsidian Court.The cold subterranean air of the Silverfang Keep bites at my shoulders, but the heat surging through my veins burns far hotter. My wolf, restless and starved, claws violently against the back of my mind. It wants to tear through the flesh, to shred the heavy iron doors, to hunt down the bastard who put us in these chains.“He is handling pack business, Cain,” Knox Mercer says smoothly, leaning back against the shadow of the arched stone doorway. His golden alpha eyes track the rise and fall of my chest, completely unbothered by the venom in my tone. “You should save your strength. The Bloodmoon Court meets at midnight, and your brother Everett is already demanding your head on a pike.”“Let him try,” I growl, the sound vibrating low in my throat. “Everett doesn’t have the balls to face me without three squads of Whitmore Enf

“Get out!”I yell the command, my voice slicing through the thick air of Silverfang Keep. My heart hammer-slams against my ribs like an imprisoned beast clawing for freedom.Across the massive stone hall, iron-reinforced oak doors burst outward with a deafening bang. Heavy boots echo across the obsidian floorboards. A wave of masked figures dressed in raven-black leather with glowing venom-green filigree masks floods the grand chamber.My nostrils flare as the sharp, metallic stench of alpha dominance hits my chest. I reel back, my wolf thrashing frantically against my ribs.A massive enforcer steps into my space, his heavy chest heaving under his dark armor. He points a clawed finger at my companion.“You come with me now,” he snarls, his deep voice carrying the undeniable command of an elite alpha.BeckettRoyce, standing right beside me, gasps. His throat bobs violently under his ivory mask. “Wait, what? I thought Marlowe Laurent was supposed to lead my trial!”“Plans change, pup,”

“Shut your mouth and take it, Cain,” Rafe Kensington snarls, his claws digging red grooves into my hip as he slams me back against the cold stone floor of the Silverfang Keep training hall.My chest heaves, the fresh bite mark on my collarbone throbbing with a dark, electric pulse that burns straight into my core. My lungs burn for air. He bites down again on the flesh of my neck, viciously, like he is trying to tear the throat right out of the Alpha’s son.My arms strain violently against the iron grip he has on my wrists above my head. Rafe savagely mauls my bare skin, moving from my neck down across the muscle of my chest, alternating between punishing, animalistic bites and roughly running his hot tongue over the throbbing, aching points of my torso.A liquefying, treacherous heat surges lower, melting through my insides as he savages my body and pins me to the floor like his hunted prey.No.No, no, no, to every single second of this.No to the slick heat pooling between my thigh

"Stand down before I rip that fake leather right off your spine," Rafe Kensington growls, his voice slicing through the thick silence of the grand overlook above Silverfang Keep.My claws itch to tear into the stone balustrade, my knuckles turning white against the cold masonry as my gaze locks onto the six survivors gathered in the courtyard below.Six surviving wolves out of the original twenty-five who entered the Nightfall Territory trials tonight.Six who managed to breathe past the brutal test of claws, blood, and primal dominance.My throat burns with the stench of copper, sweat, and lingering slickness. Down there, standing under the flickering torches of the Silverfang Keep, is Cain Whitmore.He is barely keeping his feet underneath him.Cain wears a dark heavy coat I threw over his torn frame after I finished claiming every inch of his body in the dark. His legs tremble, knees knocking together in a desperate struggle to stay upright. Bruises—dark, violet, and violent—mark t

We need to stop making a habit of sneaking into enemy territory like this.You were the one who insisted on following his scent across the Silverfang Keep borders, my inner beast snarls back, clawing at the walls of my skull.Well, it was your fucking idea to break through the defensive perimeter in broad daylight, I counter silently, my jaw clenching as my knuckles turn white against the cold iron frame of the balcony.And you are the one with the legs, alpha. Shift or walk, we are here now.I twist my neck, catching my own reflection in the tall glass pane at the far side of the master chamber, glaring directly into my own eyes. Crimson light flickers violently in my irises, my pupils slit like a hunting predator's in the dim moonlight.My wolf pulls at the corners of my mouth, forcing a savage, sharp-fanged grin onto my face.Where you hunt, I bleed. Where you kill, I feed.With a low grunt, I snap my head away from the glass. I didn't bypass the high-level blood wards surrounding