Alle Kapitel von The Alpha's Forbidden Flame: Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

Camille's POV The needle went into my spine.I didn't scream. I wanted to—every nerve in my body was screaming, every cell recoiling from the intrusion—but I kept my jaw clenched and my eyes fixed on the ceiling of Morgana's makeshift clinic. She had arrived at Shadow Moon two days after us, her wound still healing, her face gray with exhaustion and something else I couldn't name. The journal had come with her, wrapped in silk and warded with sigils I was finally beginning to recognize."Silver saturation." She said the words like a diagnosis, like a death sentence. "It's in your marrow, Camille. Years of accumulated residue from the suppressants. Every pill Holden made you swallow left traces behind, and those traces have calcified into something that's actively attacking your wolf.""Can you fix it?""I can purge it." She withdrew the needle and examined the dark fluid inside—my marrow, tinged with silver threads that glinted in the lamplight. "But it will take weeks. And it will b

Camille's POV Forty children.The number hung in the air between us like smoke from a funeral pyre. We sat in Morgana's borrowed room at Shadow Moon—me, Dimitri, my aunt, and the weight of fifty years of secrets finally being spoken aloud. Luna was with Cecelia, safely away from conversations no four-year-old should hear. But I could still feel her through some connection I didn't understand, her small heart beating steady and trusting while the adults in her life uncovered horrors that made my own suffering look like a paper cut."Start from the beginning," I said. My voice was steady. I was proud of that—proud that I could sit here with my hands folded in my lap while my world crumbled into pieces I couldn't reassemble.Morgana closed her eyes. When she opened them again, they were wet with tears she refused to shed."The Witch–Wolf War ended sixty-three years ago," she began. "But it didn't end cleanly. There were... facilities. Hidden places where the worst experiments happened.

Camille's POV Thea's eyes were violet.I noticed it three hours into our drive, when the morning sun hit her face at just the right angle and turned her irises into something that made my breath catch. The same shade as Morgana's. The same impossible purple that marked Bell witches as surely as fire marked kindling. She sat in the passenger seat of the borrowed truck, her dark hair pulled back in a practical braid, her hands steady on the map she was pretending to study.She wasn't Dimitri's sister. She couldn't be—he'd said Thea died in the attack on his pack, said she was wolf through and through. But those eyes told a different story."You're staring." Her voice was flat, the tone of someone who had been stared at too many times."Your eyes."Thea's jaw tightened. She kept her gaze fixed on the map, tracing roads with a finger that had developed a slight tremor."They're just eyes.""They're violet.""Lots of people have unusual eye colors. Mutations. Genetic quirks. It doesn't me

Camille's POV The Alpha's daughter.The words hit me like a physical blow as we ran through the servants' passage, Tiffany's small body clutched against my chest. I heard them shouted behind us—a guard who had spotted our escape, his voice carrying the alarm through the pack house like wildfire."She took the Alpha's daughter! THEY TOOK TIFFANY!"Not just a hybrid child. Not just another experiment in Vaughn's collection.Holden's daughter.I stumbled, nearly dropping Tiffany, my mind reeling with the implications. She had his dark hair—I saw it now, saw the shape of his jaw in her small face, saw the echo of his cruel features softened by youth and suffering. This child I had rescued, this girl wearing silver chains and the Ash's symbol, was the daughter of the man who had tormented me for seven years.And by taking her, I had just handed him a war."Camille, move!"Thea's voice cut through my shock. She was ahead of us, kicking open the door to the servants' exit, her violet eyes w

Camille's POV Tiffany had no wolf blood.I stood in Morgana's makeshift examination room, watching my aunt run her violet-glowing hands over the child's small body, and I heard the words without understanding them. No wolf blood. Not diluted. Not dormant. Not suppressed by years of silver exposure.None."That's impossible." My voice came out strangled. "Holden claimed her as his daughter. Serena has been raising her for years—""I don't care what anyone claimed." Morgana withdrew her hands, her face pale with implications she was only beginning to process. "This child is pure witch. Human mother, witch bloodline, not a trace of lupine genetics anywhere in her system."Tiffany sat on the examination table, her thin legs dangling, her dark eyes watching us with the particular wariness of a child who had learned that adult conversations usually ended badly for her. She hadn't spoken since we arrived at Shadow Moon—hadn't cried, hadn't asked questions, hadn't done anything except hold m