《The Silver Pact》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 5 章

I crouched behind a pine trunk, my breath misting in the freezing autumn night. Below me, the Silver River churned, black and bloated from three days of heavy mountain rain. It was the boundary line.I belonged to neither. I was a rogue. A ghost in a worn canvas jacket and muddy boots, living on the thin strip of neutral wilderness between two armies.I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, pulling the damp mountain air into my lungs. Underneath the damp earth and pine needle rust, I caught it. copper, ozone, and wet fur.My hand dropped instinctively to the silver bladed hunting knife strapped to my thigh. As a lone wolf, surviving meant staying invisible. I drank my foul tasting silver root tea every morning to suppress my inner beast, keeping my scent as dull and human as possible. If either pack discovered a lone female hunting on their borders, they wouldn't ask questions before snapping my neck.A sharp snap of a dead branch echoed across the riverbank.I flattened my back against

The sound of the military helicopters rattled the pine needles above, sending a spray of ice-cold condensation down onto my face."By order of the Alpha Council, the white rogue in your possession is to be terminated immediately"The synthetic voice boomed from the sky again, vibrating against my breastbone.The four Ironclaw guards immediately dropped to one knee, turning their carbines toward the sky, but their posture was rigid with panic. The Capital Council’s Enforcers weren't local pack soldiers. They were elite, cold-blooded executioners brought in only when a pack law had been severely broken.Gideon didn't flinch, instead his arm tightened around my waist, hauling me flush against his side. The warmth of his body burned through my canvas coat, the mate bond pulsing furiously beneath my skin, demanding that I press closer, that I let him shield me."Gideon," I gasped, my hand clutching the lapel of his tailored coat. "Your father... he betrayed you.""He didn't just betray me,

Alpha Marcus Sterling stood frozen, his right arm pinned securely to the high wooden back of his executive seat by my dagger. His silver and black handgun lay uselessly on the polished granite table, a mere three inches out of his reach. The grey eyes of the old Alpha burned with a mixture of shock, humiliation, and absolute hatred.Behind us, not a single board member dared to breathe. The ancient, royal frequency in my voice had settled over the room like a physical weight, forcing even the most arrogant clan elders to lower their eyes.Gideon stood beside me, his broad frame a wall of cold charcoal wool, the heavy barrel of his gun resting casually against the side of his father’s skull."Guards," Gideon said softly. His voice didn't rise, but the Alpha power in his tone made the air in the room turn ice cold. "Take Marcus to the lower executive holding cell. Strip him of his comms, his biometric clearance, and his sidearms."The two guards at the door snapped out of their shock.