Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE ALPHA’S HIDDEN BLOODLINE; His Blood, Her Secret.: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The central hall of the Bloodmoon Pack was everything the stories said it was. Stone floor worn smooth by decades of boots. Long tables dark with age. A ceiling high enough to swallow sound. The fire at the far end burned in a pit, not a hearth, and the light it cast was orange and low and turned every face in the room into something ancient. There were maybe thirty people inside. Every one of them went quiet when she walked in. Aria kept her chin up. She kept Liam's hand in hers and matched her breathing to something that was not fear, even though fear was exactly what was running through her like cold water. She was a she-wolf who had spent five years in the human world and her instincts had gone soft , but not soft enough that she couldn't feel the weight of thirty wolves' attention. Trespasser. Omega. Unknown. She walked the length of the hall. He was at the far end. Standing. Not sitting. One arm resting on the back of a chair. A glass in his hand. Watching her com

The second time Liam escaped, nobody found him at the training ground. A junior warrior checked there first. Then the kitchens, Liam had spent twenty minutes interrogating the cook about red meat once. Then the long corridor of the main hall. Then the outer courtyard. It was Nora who thought to look outside the Alpha's study. She found him sitting on the floor with his back against the stone wall beside the door. Knees drawn up. Hands loose in his lap. The hallway was empty except for him and a torch burning in its iron bracket ten feet away. He looked so small in the stone corridor. So entirely untroubled by his own smallness. Nora stopped and simply looked at him for a moment. "Liam," she said. "I'm waiting," he said. "For what?" He considered this. "For him to come back." Nora looked at the door. Xavier's study was empty, he was at the afternoon patrol review until at least four. She knew Liam couldn't know that. "He's not in there right now," she said. "I

The paper in Xavier's hand was old. The edges were soft from handling, or from age, or both. Aria could see the gala seal at the top, Bloodmoon's sigil, carved in faded ink. She could see her name underneath it. Not the name she'd given him. The real one. "My study," Xavier said. Not a request. She followed him. Not following would be worse. The corridor was empty, but she could feel the weight of pack attention anyway, the way attention moved through stone like cold water, the way it followed them both. His study was exactly as she'd organized it that morning. Files in perfect order. The desk clear except for what he was currently working on. He'd noticed her system. He'd never said anything, which meant he'd been watching everything she did. He set the registry on the desk between them. "Aria Morgan," he said, reading it aloud. "Low-ranking omega. Assigned to evening service. Gala six years ago." He looked up. "You were there." "I was." "You were there that night." Sh

The Council chamber was stone and torchlight and the weight of thirty years of pack law bearing down from every surface. Aria stood in the center. Not bound, but with guards on either side of her. She could see Xavier at the far end. Standing, not sitting. That was significant. An Alpha who sat was secure. An Alpha who stood was prepared for violence. Killian walked in like he owned the room. The pack made space for him the way water parts for a stone. "I bring formal challenge," he said, his voice carrying effortlessly through the chamber. "I challenge Alpha Xavier Thorne for his position on the grounds of emotional compromise and security breach." The words landed like an earthquake. Aria heard the collective intake of breath, not loud, but palpable. Every wolf understood what this meant. Everything that had been held in careful balance was about to shatter. "The Alpha," Killian continued, moving through the chamber with practiced grace, "has allowed his personal attachment

Nora was already moving. Already signaling the medical team to come down from the stands. Within minutes, Xavier was on a stone table in the medical wing, stripped of the ash and clay, the sigils washed away with cold water that ran red in the basin. Nora worked in silence, her hands steady despite everything that had happened, cleaning the gashes, stitching the wound on his collarbone, wrapping his ribs with careful precision. Aria stood in the doorway. She watched the blood wash away. She watched the wounds close under Nora's careful hands. She watched Xavier's face, pale, exhausted, but alive. He was alive. She hadn't realized how much she'd been afraid he wouldn't be. Three hours later, Xavier was sitting on the edge of the stone table, his chest wrapped in clean bandages. Nora had left to tend to the other wounded, closing the door behind her with a soft click. The room was quiet. Aria sat in the chair across from him. Liam was still asleep in her lap, his small bo