All Chapters of TOO LATE TO CLAIM ME,ALPHA: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The camp was totally silent. Dawn was just breaking over the ridges, casting long, dark blue shadows across the frosted grass. Hundreds of warriors stood packed shoulder-to-shoulder near the center of the staging grounds. Steel armor clinked softly as men and women shifted their feet, their breath rising in thick white puffs against the crisp morning air. Elders from three different packs sat on heavy oak benches up front, their faces carved out of stern rock and old worries.I stepped onto the flat surface of the central wagon. The wooden planks creaked under my boots. Rowan stood right beside the wheel below me, his broad hands resting lightly on the hilt of his massive greatsword. He caught my eye and gave me a quick, solid nod. He didn't need to say a word. He believed in me, and that gave my spine the extra strength it needed.I looked out at the huge sea of faces. These were people who had lost their homes, their peace, and their family members to Kael’s endless greed. Kael was

The ground beneath us vibrated with the thunder of hundreds of paws hitting the hard-packed soil. Morning fog rose off the tall grass, clinging to the fur of the massive army moving across the valley floor.It was a strange, incredible sight. To my right, heavy Ashford warriors bounded through the brush, their dark coats bristling with power. Right beside them ran the Crescent Moon rebels, wolves who had abandoned Kael's corrupt reign to fight for something real. Further down the ridge, neutral pack fighters flanked our line, keeping pace without a single growl or defensive flash of teeth.The unity among our diverse forces was a beautiful, inspiring sight.Only a month ago, these same wolves would have ripped each other's throats out on sight. Old border disputes, ancient family grudges, and years of bitter propaganda had kept our territories locked in endless blood feuds. Yet here we were, charging shoulder to shoulder toward the final front. The old rivalries were forgotten, replac

The northern camp went completely quiet after midnight, save for the crackle of burning logs in the watchfires. Cold air settled deep into the pines. I sat near the map table inside the central command tent, adjusting the leather straps on my forearms. Every muscle in my body was tight. We knew Selena’s dark allies were tracking our movements, but they were moving with disturbing precision. Every shift in our patrol lines was getting intercepted.We had a rat in the house.A sudden commotion cut through the dark. Shouts rang out near the edge of camp, followed by the heavy thud of two bodies crashing against a supply wagon.I hauled myself up, blade in hand, and pushed through the canvas flaps into the chilly night. Rowan was already moving, his heavy hand resting on the hilt of his broadsword. We sprinted past the supply crates toward the rear communications line, where our runner pigeons and radio relays were staged.Lantern light flickered wildly against the trees. Down in the mud,

The wind blowing off the high ridge smelled like cold pine needles, damp earth, and distant smoke. Down in the valley below, our war camp was a sea of flickering torches and low hums. Thousands of warriors were sharpening blades, checking leather armor straps, and gearing up for tomorrow’s final clash against Kael’s army.Everything hinged on tomorrow. Kael had thrown his entire force against our borders, furious that the Goddess had chosen me as the Sovereign Luna. He wanted his broken bond back, but he was only going to find steel and fire.I leaned back against a broad pine trunk, pulling my heavy wool cloak tighter around my shoulders. My breath bloomed into little white clouds in the freezing night air.Rowan stepped out from the shadows near the tree line. His boots crunched softly on the frost-covered grass. He had already stripped off his heavy chest armor, wearing only a dark tunic that showed the broad width of his shoulders. He looked tired, with light dark circles under hi

The first light of the final day rises, cutting through the heavy purple mist above the pine trees. It wasn't a gentle sunrise. The morning sky looked bruised, streaked with dull red like fresh blood smeared across cold glass.Then came the drums.The war drums begin their heavy beat, thudding deep in the valley. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. The noise didn't just travel through the air. It rattled right up through the soles of my boots, shaking my ribs and vibrating in my teeth. It was the sound of total war, the kind that meant somebody wasn't walking away when the sun went down.We take our positions, the Citadel gates looming massive and dark before us.The heavy iron-reinforced oak doors of Kael’s fortress stood eighty feet tall, embedded deep into the gray cliffside. Towering stone ramparts stretched out on either side, packed thick with Crescent Moon archers and spearmen. They looked like tiny black ants against the massive wall, but I could hear their bowstrings pulling taut.Rowa