บททั้งหมดของ TOO LATE TO CLAIM ME,ALPHA: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Aurora pushes her body to the absolute limit on the Ashford training grounds, determined to shed her fragile past despite Lady Camille's passive-aggressive attempts to humiliate her.The training grounds of the Ashford Pack are dusty, smelling of dry pine and sweat. It’s a harsh, honest scent, entirely different from the sterile, cold air of the Crescent Moon Pack. High above, the morning sun cuts through the thick canopy of evergreen trees, scattering pale silver dust through the air every time a weapon bites into wood.I stand opposite a seasoned warrior, a wooden practice sword heavy in my hand.His name is Brutus, a scarred bear of a man whose shoulders are twice the width of mine. He doesn't hold back because I'm a woman, and he certainly doesn't hold back because I'm the runaway female Alpha Rowan brought into the compound. I respect him for that.My lungs burn like I'm swallowing hot coals. I wipe the sweat from my brow, my breathing ragged but my stance solid."Again," I comma

Aurora faces Beta Ethan in a public sparring match, holding her ground and proving to the Ashford Pack that she is far more than a helpless runaway.The morning air in the Ashford territory feels crisp and clean, sharp enough to wake every nerve ending in my body. It is nothing like the oppressive, dust-choked dirt of the Crescent Moon training grounds. Yet, standing at the edge of the main combat ring, my heart pounds with that same familiar tension.A crowd of warriors has already gathered, whispering softly among themselves. Lady Camille stands near the front row, her arms crossed over her chest, a cruel, mocking smile playing on her lips. She has spent the last week spreading rumors through the barracks, whispering that I am a frail, useless runaway who will drag down their Alpha. I can see the skepticism in the eyes of the watching pack members. To them, I am still an outsider, a broken piece of collateral damage from Kael's brutal games.The Ashford Beta, a fierce warrior named

Aurora is invited to sit beside Rowan at the pack council, earning the respect of the elders and an official title as trainer of the youth through her own hard work.The long polished oak table in the center of the Ashford grand hall has always felt like a barrier to me. It is where decisions that shape thousands of lives are made, a place reserved for warriors, highborns, and statesmen who have bled for this territory. Until recently, I was just a quiet outsider observing from the margins, carrying the cold dust of my old life on my shoulders.Today, the atmosphere inside the hall is different. Sunlight streams through the high arched windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. The heavy double doors creak open, and I walk in with my head held high.Rowan calls a meeting of the pack council, inviting me to sit beside him.He pulls out the carved wooden chair directly to his right, his dark eyes warm as they meet mine. There is no force in his gesture, no subtle demand fo

Aurora leads a border patrol with her silver wolf, earning the quiet respect of the Ashford warriors while standing tall against Lady Camille's petty schemes.The early morning air in the Ashford territory hits my lungs like pine needles and crushed ice. So crisp. So wildly different from the heavy, suffocating dust of my old home. Up here on the northern edge of the pack lands, the scent of fresh earth and damp moss feels sweet and entirely familiar now. It doesn't smell like a cage anymore. It smells like mine.I lead the morning patrol along the western border, my silver wolf running with pride.Her paws hit the pine-needle carpet in a steady, unbroken cadence. She is lighter than she used to be, free of the dark weight that dragged her down back in the Crescent Moon Pack. Her fur catches the faint golden light filtering through the high canopy, shimmering like spun moonlight. I can feel her quiet joy thrumming through our shared pulse. She isn't hiding anymore. Neither am I.Behin

Kael sits in his cold palace, haunted by the memory of Aurora and crushed by his own pride, while Lady Camille launches her opening subtle attack against Aurora in the Ashford territory.The grand study in the Crescent Moon palace is quiet tonight. Way too quiet. The towering oak desk sits near the tall arched windows, where rain lashing against the glass creates a steady, rhythmic tapping.Meanwhile, in the Crescent Moon palace, Kael sits at his desk, his eyes dark with exhaustion. Dark circles bruise the skin under his eyes, a souvenir from nights spent staring at maps and troop deployment ledgers that no longer seem to matter.He looks at the empty seat beside him, where his Luna should be sitting.It is a high-backed velvet chair, carved with intricate wolf motifs. It was supposed to belong to Aurora. Instead, it sits unoccupied, staring back at him like an open wound. Selena Frost had tried sitting there yesterday during a border council meeting, but Kael had snapped at her to mo