บททั้งหมดของ Possessed By Him: The Alpha's Trophy: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

​Chapter 42​Lilith’s POV​The third morning arrived not with the gentle gold of dawn, but with a sky the color of bruised iron.​Down in the courtyards, the clatter of steel was deafening. Three hundred vanguard warriors stood in tight, silent ranks, their breastplates gleaming with fresh silver alloy, their eyes fixed on Cassian as he mounted his obsidian war-stallion at the head of the gates. Brandon and Lucien rode on his flanks, two lethal monoliths ready to lead our pack into the mouth of the mountain. Our pack, that sounded completely new.​I stood on the lower ramparts, wrapped in heavy furs, my hand resting flat over the silver runes on my shoulder.​The stasis was failing.​I felt the precise second my father’s warlocks struck the mountain ley-lines. It didn't arrive as a slow decay; it hit like a dark battering ram directly against my soul. He wasn't waiting for the third sun to peak. He was accelerating the dark magic, speeding up the blood-conduits at the Altars to shatte

Chapter 44Maelis’s POVThe heavy stone monoliths of the Northern Altars hummed with dark, suffocating power, vibrating through the soles of my boots like a dying heartbeat.High above the snow-capped crags, three great stone pillars carved with ancient blood-conduits stood towering over the frozen plateau. From their jagged peaks, thick tendrils of crimson and obsidian magic snaked up into the bruised iron sky, channeling the raw, stolen ley-lines of the mountain directly into the tether anchored in my daughter’s chest.I stood at the center of the altar circle, my dark velvet cloak whipping around my legs in the howling mountain gale. In my hands, I held the bone-bound siphon focus, my knuckles white as I forced more dark magic down the line."Double the output!" I bellowed over the roar of the wind, my voice echoing off the stone arches.Around the perimeter of the circle, seven high warlocks knelt in the snow, their robes stained with dried blood, their hands trembling as they pou

Chapter 46Maelis’s POVNineteen Years Ago — The Hidden Sanctuary of AethelgardIt began with a prophecy spoken by the shadow-weavers of the deep northern trenches.For three hundred years, I had ruled my pack with iron and blood, but the High Kings still looked down on my lineage. I was a sovereign of wolves, but I was bound by the same limitations as any beast. I wanted absolute, unyielding dominion over every Alpha court across the continent; to hold a power so supreme that no blade, no army, and no ancient bond could ever break through my throne.The weavers had given me the answer in blood-ink: To become untouchable, you must anchor your line to the divine. You must take a daughter of the Solarion, bed her under the celestial stars, and spawn a vessel that carries both dark Alpha marrow and primordial god-light.That daughter was Aurelia.She belonged to the Solarion High Court; an immortal celestial bloodline worshipped across the eastern realms as living gods. They didn't draw

Chapter 48Cassian’s POVThe damp, heavy chill of the keep settled over my shoulders as Brandon and I descended through the steep spiral staircase into the Forgotten Pit. I remembered my father telling about how he created it and the kind of offenders that were thrown into the Keep's pit.My torchlight flickered weakly against the ancient granite walls, casting long, crooked shadows across the stone walls. Up above, the pack was celebrating a bloodless victory over the Altars, but down here, the air tasted of wet iron, mold, and ancient dark magic that had long since rotted into dust.We passed the heavy iron gates of the upper dungeons; where common prisoners and rogue trespassers were held and continued down into the restricted vaults. The cells here were carved deep into the bedrock of the mountain itself, reinforced with spell-dampening cold iron that muted even the strongest Alpha’s wolf.Brandon adjusted the heavy iron key ring at his belt, his jaw tight. "He hasn't stopped mut

Chapter 50Lilith’s POV"Lilith..."The voice that called my name did not carry the harsh, tunes that echoes from the Northern Altars, nor the dark, suffocating weight of my father's words. When I didn't know much about him, I thoughthe trained me so hard becausehe loved me and saw me as an Alpha will see his female child as a male warrior. I was wrong I was only a weapn for his dark wprld. But this voice, It was soft, fluid, and drenched in a warm, golden resonance that vibrated through the very marrow of my bones.I wasn't in the keep. I wasn't tangled in the heavy furs of Cassian’s bed, listening to the quiet, steady rhythm of his breathing.I was standing on a vast terrace of pristine white marble. High above, the sky tha was framed by immortal, glowing constellations that painted the crystal pools around me in shades of molten pearl and soft lavender. The air smelled of crushed white lotus, honey, and a clean, incandescent heat that felt like sunlight touching my skin for the v