บททั้งหมดของ Fated To 3 Dangerous Alphas : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 35

The high arched glass windows of the High Master Suite rattled as a icy mountain gale swept across the northern peaks of the Crimson Moon territory.I sat at the heavy dark-oak writing desk near the roaring fireplace, my mother’s dark-red leather journal lying open before me. The warm firelight danced over the yellowed parchment, illuminating my mother's elegant handwriting and the painful truths of my father's execution.A quiet, soft knock sounded at the heavy mahogany door.Before I could answer or close the journal, Kieran stepped smoothly into the chamber.He was not wearing his heavy dark tactical armor or his iron-plated pauldrons. He wore a tailored velvet tunic of deep indigo, unbuttoned slightly at the collar, revealing his sharp collarbones and smooth, pale skin. In his right hand, he carried a silver tray holding a steaming teapot of blue-lotus tea and a small crystal plate of delicate honey-glazed pastries."I brought you blue-lotus tea from the southern trade routes," Ki

The dark-red velvet cloak wrapped heavily around my shoulders, shielding me from the bitter, biting mountain draft blowing through the high stone archway of the main courtyard.It was three days after Captain Jarek’s Void-Raven had taken wing toward the High Imperial City.The courtyard was a beehive of violent, calculated preparation. Two hundred elite heavy-cavalry scouts were saddling their shadow-steeds, checking iron breastplates, and sharpening broadswords against grinding stones. The metallic shhh-shhh of steel meeting stone echoed off the cold granite walls like an impending war song.I stood near the central fountain, my leather combat boots planted firmly against the frost-covered cobblestones. In my gloved hands, I held a long wooden training spear, testing its balance against my palm."Your grip is too far back, little sun," a deep, rough voice rumbled from behind me.I didn't need to turn around to know it was Silas. His dark timber-wolf aura preceded him, wrapping around

The subterranean dampness clung to our skin like a cold, wet shroud as we led fifty weakened noble hostages out of the iron cages and into the dark expanse of the lower shadow-tunnels.The cavern echoed with the faint, metallic clinking of broken chains and the heavy, ragged breathing of lords, Betas, and high-born heirs who had spent months deprived of sunlight. They were shivering, clad in tattered garments, their royal wolf cores suppressed by Lord Vane’s dark alchemy."Keep your voices down," Kieran whispered, his sharp voice cutting through the dark like a honed edge. He moved along the flank of the rescued nobles, his sharp blue eyes scanning the shadows above while distributing heavy wool cloaks and iron flasks of purified spring water from our supply packs. "We are still three miles inside the subterranean border vein. A single loud step will echo up through the stone ventilation shafts directly into Vane’s surface watchtowers."Lord Marcus of the Western Iron-Ridge Pack pulle