Todos os capítulos de Alpha’s Masterpiece: Bound by Revenge : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

The smell of burnt pine and dried blood still hung over the Sunken Citadel. Three days had passed since the Council vanguard crashed against the lower gates. Their black iron ships now sat broken on the rocky beach below, shattered by High Marshal Vanya’s strategy and Garrick’s heavy blades. The bodies of the enemy had been thrown into the cold sea, but the victory was only the start of a much longer war.Inside the ancient stone training court, the morning air was sharp and biting. Sunlight cut through the high archways, lighting up dust floating over the polished stone floor.Elena stood at the center of the yard. She wore a tight black leather vest and soft boots, her long silver hair tied high behind her head. In her right hand, she held a short training blade made of blunted steel.Standing ten feet in front of her were her triplets: Jax, Leo, and Maya.Each child held a small wooden sword. Their little faces were set in deep focus, sweat already beaded on their foreheads. Jax st

The cold air hit Elena’s face like a slapped hand as she walked out of the dark underground armory into the night. Sweat was still drying on her neck, making her shiver.Beside her, Julian walked with big, heavy steps. His bare chest was wet with sweat, glistening in the faint torchlight. His eyes were still dark with the heat of what had just happened between them on the floor, the dry-humping, the breathing, the fight for control. The thick, sweet smell of their slick skin and heavy desire still hung on them, mixing with the sharp smell of pine and mountain frost.High Marshal Vanya moved fast through the dark courtyard, giving low signals to wake up the camp. In five minutes, twenty of the strongest Crescent Silver hunters gathered near the stone steps. They were quiet, deadly wolves dressed in black leather, with sharp silver daggers strapped to their chests.Garrick and Kaelen stepped out from the main hall to join them, their faces set like cold stone. Marcus stood near the end

The return to the Sunken Citadel was a frantic blur of speed. Driven by the dark fear that Lilith’s threat might be real, the hunting party practically flew through the freezing mountain paths.When they burst through the heavy stone gates, the inner courtyard was on high alert, but quiet.Elena rushed straight up the winding stairs to the inner living quarters, her heart hammering against her ribs. She threw open the wooden doors to the nursery. Inside, Clara was sitting beside the children's beds, her dark hair pulled back, holding a small silver medicine knife in her shaking hands. Her pale face flooded with relief the moment she saw Elena. Clara quickly confirmed that the Citadel's elite guards had kept the perimeter tight, the outer warding stones were untouched, and little Maya, Jax and Leo were safe, warm, and fast asleep.Lilith’s words on the cliff had been a dark mind game, a cruel jab meant to spark panic and force them into a desperate, messy retreat.By the time Elena ste

The lead assassin closed his gloved hand around the smoking wooden doll, snuffing out the thin black trail. The four dark figures melted into the thick mountain fog like liquid shadows, moving across the white snow without making a sound.They did not march down the main roads or approach the front gates. The Obsidian Vanguard knew the hidden, forgotten paths of the ancient mountains. They scrambled up the sheer stone cliffs behind the Citadel, using long iron claws strapped to their hands and boots to dig into the icy rock face.High above, near the back wall of the upper keep, a single Crescent guard stood on duty, his silver spear resting against his shoulder. He blew into his leather gloves to warm his frozen fingers, his breath forming small white clouds in the freezing air.A shadow rose over the stone edge behind him.Before the guard could turn his head, a long, thin needle shot through the air and hit the side of his neck. The guard’s eyes went wide. He opened his mouth to sh

The lowest dungeons of the Sunken Citadel smelled of wet mold, rust, and old dried blood. Water dripped from the curved stone ceiling, hitting the cold floor in steady, rhythmic drops that echoed through the pitch-black darkness.Heavy iron chains rattled violently in the center of the dark cell.The surviving assassin of the Obsidian Vanguard hung suspended from an iron hook in the ceiling. His bare feet barely scraped the icy stones below. His black mask was gone, revealing a pale, hollow face covered in dark blue veins and fresh red cuts. One of his shoulders was completely dislocated, hanging at a unnatural, broken angle.Julian stood in the center of the dim room, bathed in the yellow glow of a single iron torch hanging from the wall.He had not washed away the blood from the fight upstairs. Dark red and black blood was dried across his chest, his thick forearms, and his scarred knuckles. His eyes burned with an icy, monstrous flame, shining brightly in the dark like a predator w